Harking
Back To Bureaucrats Of Yore
by Michael
Zimmer
What with all the scandal in Houston and Washington these days, it would
seem that some of our nation's leading executives and government officials
have lost something serious, and we're not just talking about billions
and billions of dollars. These people have long forgotten what should
be innate in all of us: a deathly fear of government bureaucrats.
In defense of Enron and accomplices, however, this has been an unfortunate
society-wide trend. Average citizens invite employees of the IRS over
for dinner without so much as hiding their valuable art. General Accounting
Office workers are not given even a reproachful glance at the local supermarket.
What's more, they seem to have many friends outside of the office. The
efforts of these agencies to become "user-friendly" and "not
universally despised" have proven far too successful. People once
intimidated are now growing bold. With agencies gone soft and fuzzy, the
corporate chaos has begun.
Mere "laws" are apparently not enough to force corporations
to pay the taxes they owe. To solve this, we need to re-instill the trouser-soiling
fear of government bureaucrats in all U.S. citizens.
The first step for these agencies is to implement a new uniform. Instead
of bland, impotent business suits, IRS and GAO agents should be issued
long, black, hooded "death shrouds" a la The Seventh Seal. Replacing
the more medieval "Scythe of Carnage," which would make air
travel a hassle, these agents should carry those enormous Styrofoam prosthetic
hands with the large extended pointer finger, the kind one might normally
see on the hand of a rowdy sports fan yelling obscenities and sloshing
beer around.
Specially modified for government use, the big finger would be bright
orange and would read "The Orange Prosthetic Finger of Justice."
The length of that phrase should give you an idea of the necessary size
of the Finger.
Once the agencies are properly uniformed, the next step is to tackle
the attitudes of the bureaucrats themselves. Perhaps one might argue that
making government agents more "consumer friendly" would increase
efficiency and cut down on the costs of commerce. Nonsense. We must cultivate
an attitude of bitter vindictiveness in these people or face economic
apocalypse.
One way to motivate them would be to start an incentive plan. Agents
would only receive food and toiletries in direct proportion to the number
of people and corporations they convince to pay taxes. Throwing in mild
to severe electroshocks for use of civilized conversation could stem the
dangerous tide of friendliness. Management could post on the walls motivational
aphorisms like, "Milk the suckers," "Be a jerk," and
the IRS' new corporate motto: "What would a junkyard dog do?"
(WWAJDD).
Retrained agents would then be dispatched to locations all across the
country, where they would go to the corporate headquarters of all the
myriad huge corporations that have managed not to pay federal income taxes
for the last several decades. Properly muzzled to prevent unauthorized
food intake or biting, the agents would simply find high-level executives
and hover over them menacingly, snarling and occasionally extending the
dreaded "Orange Prosthetic Finger of Justice" for emphasis.
The GAO could go into "the Cave," hide in the shadows, and
then, right as Cheney is about to "consult" with whoever it
is that currently dictates US energy policy, just jump out and point the
Finger right in his face. It would be like applying a fully charged defibrillator
to his weak and sickly conscience.
Cheney may have a conscience somewhere, however undisclosed it may seem.
The parties involved in the Enron debacle are probably not intrinsically
awful people. Like the rest of us, when it’s in their interest,
they know the difference between right and wrong. Yet they need to see
that it is in their very best interest not to cook the books or to skip
out on their taxes. They need, like all of us, the "encouragement"
of a fearful force apparently long since departed: the fearsome bureaucrats
of yore.
© 2004 Michael Zimmer, All Rights Reserved.

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