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Post by Admin on Nov 17, 2018 14:54:26 GMT -7
Property Rights Under Attack by County Commissioners Zoning is coming to Paradise Valley courtesy of the Park County Commissioners. Folks who own property along Route 89 will lose their right to post billboards on their land. Some landowners used that right as an extra source of income. Others found the billboards to be an eyesore and rather than ignoring them, they decided they would petition local government to ban the offensive structures. Now the County Commissioners are on the verge of doing just that and thus beginning the slow process of zoning all of Paradise Valley. In time the county will be able to tell you how many vehicles you can park in your yard and where you can build anything including chicken coops, wood sheds and fences. The next step is to charge you for application fees and for "permission" to do what you want with your property. Banning billboards is just the beginning of local government overreach and the taking of private property rights.
Read more here...
Contact Park County Commissioners here.
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Post by Tax Payer on Nov 18, 2018 14:53:54 GMT -7
Regulations must keep pace with taxes! In addition, regulations provide jobs for bureaucrats, politicians and other "elected" officials! Taxes pay for it all...
Tax his land, tax his wage, Tax his bed in which he lays. Tax his tractor, tax his mule, Teach him taxes is the rule.
Tax his cow, tax his goat, Tax his pants, tax his coat. Tax his ties, tax his shirts, Tax his work, tax his dirt.
Tax his chew, tax his smoke, Teach him taxes are no joke. Tax his car, tax his grass, Tax the roads he must pass.
Tax his food, tax his drink, Tax him if he tries to think. Tax his sodas, tax his beers, If he cries, tax his tears.
Tax his bills, tax his gas, Tax his notes, tax his cash. Tax him good and let him know That after taxes, he has no dough.
If he hollers, tax him more, Tax him until he’s good and sore. Tax his coffin, tax his grave, Tax the sod in which he lays.
Put these words upon his tomb, "Taxes drove me to my doom!" And when he’s gone, we won’t relax, We’ll still be after the inheritance tax.
(This poem is presumed to be in the public domain; no copyright or credit information can be found.)
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