Like many successful job creators, I own a couple of yachts, including one I dock at Newport Beach, Connecticut.
The harbour needs work though:
The city's five-year plan for the harbor calls for $29 million in long-overdue maintenance. Its silt-filled channels haven't been fully dredged since the Great Depression. Ancient, leaky sea walls protecting neighborhoods need to be repaired or replaced. "We have the makings of a perfect storm like they did on the East Coast" during Superstorm Sandy, said Chris Miller, the city's harbor resources manager. "The sea walls are nearing the end of their useful life."
Easy problem to solve: just make a payroll tax on the lazier classes, or borrow the money.
But what did the class warriors do? They've increased the fees:
Newport's dock fee, which has stood at $100 a year for the last two decades, will now be based on a dock's size. The city says rents will increase to about $250 for a small slip to $3,200 annually for a large dock shared by two homeowners.
What a rip off! At this rate, I might as well just get a private dock, since it would only cost ten or twenty thousand dollars more. I should do it just to spite these statist goons. And I would, if it didn't cost more. They should be begging me to honor their docks with my presence, not expecting me to pay for them, at the extortionate rate of 10% the private-sector price.
So, the yacht-owners of Newport Beach are GOING GALT! We are going to show the world what happens when you don't have millionaires and billionaires around:
We will "...boycott the boat parade and festival of lights by a group calling itself "Stop the Dock Tax."
"It costs us thousands of dollars to voluntarily decorate our homes and boats to bring holiday smiles to nearly 1 million people," organization Chairman Bob McCaffrey wrote to the city. "This year, we are turning off our lights and withdrawing our boats..."
I'm not just stopping at having an unlit yacht, I'm also going to take my Sunday drives without shining, no, with out even WASHING (the outside that is) of my sports cars. Every Sunday I bring smiles to people, as they gaze upon my cars, and my young import "secretary" Katya (or Kathia, she seems to change how she pronounces it all the time). How, I ask, how will you in the lazier classes be able to smile when you can't see my shiny cars and import secretaries? (You'll still be able to see her, but she'll be wearing more clothes.)
See how the collapse of civilization is coming, as we Go Galt? Now you'll have to live without yacht parades. Next others will also drive unshined luxury cars, and our secretaries and autobiographers will dress unsexily. Next, just to drive home how much you need us, our powerpoint presentations will be in black and white!
And you know how we deliver smiles to people by having fancy ornate gates in our gated communities? Next it will be plain old razor wire. See, now we're straight into Mad Max territory! See how much you need billionaires?