The Tax Man Cometh

Upon departing the residence of Lady Helene one of my more affluent customers I cut across the City Square surprised, considering the late ahn to find a rather large group gathered around the public boards. I certainty didn't expect so many littering my path, if I had anticipated such I would have most likely changed course. Yet I am glad that I didn't. The reaction of the crowd mixed, my attention drawn to rest upon a sobbing woman standing near the stone fountain, clutching what appeared to be her two young daughters, holding them protectively to her bosom, from all outward appearances she remained alone, without any apparent comfort. I myself most likely wouldn't have given her a second glance, I did so I suppose based on the fact we share the common bond of being mothers.
The beat of my heart quickened as I pushed thru the growing crowd towards the board, upon my approach, my elbow was awkwardly struck when an outraged fist shot upwards.
The explanation for the turmoil documented for all to witness in proud bold script indicating a 3% tax property tax increase, adding salt to an already opened wound and additional 3% tax would be immediately levied upon services.
Now within the relative safety of my room, I am still attempting to fully wrap my mind around the devastation of the steep increase. If it were to actually manifest itself, it would successfully change the natural balance of the way most do business, not to mention be the direct cause of ruination for the majority of business owners. I am no exception. I would sooner send out gold embossed invitations, summoning a long list of spectators to witness the burning of my two establishments rather than break my back in order to maintain the extravagant lifestyle of corrupt fortunate that inherited their power rather than actually earning it. Notably yet not surprisingly was their lack of presence during this evening unveiling, I have no doubt they were at home drinking from their gold goblets and toasting yet another underhanded accomplishment.
I will make no apologies for my own modicum of success, my methods at times perhaps questionable. I am above the need for public approval. The decision I have made I will defend with my last breath. I will continue now more than ever to question elected authority, a right afforded to me by not only my statues but my citizenship. I work with the tools I have been afforded, in the end the people effected by this ludicrous increase are my people, while I like to think on some level I am above them, truth is I am not.

Perhaps it is time I share my tools for the common good.