Everybody complains about taxes, so when someone actually does something about it, that’s big news.
Witches in Romania, outraged over a plan to put a 16% tax on their earnings, cast a spell this week on lawmakers. They cooked up a vile brew of catpoop and dead dog, chanted some incantations, and cast the poisonous mandrake root into the Danube.
The politicians take this stuff seriously. Most of Romania has one foot in the 19th century and another in the 21st, with satellite dishes on the roof and outhouses in the backyard.Walk through a village in Transylvania and you’d believe there’s something to the witch thing.
Can a witch’s spell lower taxes? Insert the Christine O’Donnell joke here.
Me? I’m not very superstitious, but if I were, this would have been a week full of mysterious signs.
First I found a man’s keys in the street. They had fallen through a hole in his pocket. Then there was the sad incident with the dog. And yesterday I came across a small flock of ducks in the Price Chopper parking lot. I herded them to a grassy area so they wouldn’t be run over. They promptly waddled back into the parking lot.
In earlier times, these unrelated events would have been seen as portents of… something. What does it all mean? I’d pay the Romanian witch tax to find out.