"Where am I going?". This was my cousin Tracy's charmingly naive response to my question :"What do you pack?" (.a Glock as it turned out). I had just learned that her recent accountancy degree had brought a job with the IRS, specifically the C(riminal) I(nvestigation) D(ivision).

Tracy has rehabilitated herself, and is no longer employed in law enforcement, but my mind turns today to her, and the other hundred thousand or so IRS agents. If you are one, (or a friend/relative of one) this post is for you. Your country calls out in peril, and you have the access code to save it, albeit at great personal cost.

Willard, (not the furry rat-the bipedal one) teeters on the edge of election.

Drive a righteous stake through his flickering chances. Log on, and bring up the 2009 Romney Tax Return-the one with the fraud amnesty declarations and reparative payment. Circulate this document electronically to the one thousand most obvious addresses.

No jury will ever convict you, and George Soros will give you a job for life at twice the salary you will be leaving behind.

Do the right thing.