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FTC judge rules Intuit broke law, must stop advertising TurboTax as “free”

I love how it's gone so far beyond "We would like to assist people in paying their taxes."

"We would like to prevent the US government from examining the possibility of creating it's own online tax filing portal."

"We would like to advertise our product as free using government channels and grants only to then turn around after the user has input their most sensitive data into our database and attempt to wring them for $100.00 or not be bound by our privacy policy."

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House GOP Sneaks Pay Raise for Themselves in Shutdown Bill

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The current goal of the right is the erosion of state power to cede control to a corpo-feudal model. It would be playing into their hands.

What they need to do is enforce the fucking rules. Literally just letting Reich wankers get away with anything because they're scared of retaliation or don't want to set a precedent of enforcing the law on the political class.

Edit: Ok so Jamal Bowman (D-NY) might have read your post.

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Tell us your definitive "I really should not do this" moment.

We were driving my friends hoopty Saturn back from Vegas to LA on hwy 15, we had just turned 21, and a flash flood was tearing through the desert. I've been in hurricanes and tornadoes but I've never seen rain this heavy to this day. So when the brake lights in front of us reached from the top to the bottom of the windshield after a semi truck poured a waterfall onto us I suggested we pull over.

Once we reached the side of the road we stay and waited a bit, talked to our friends in the other car over the walkie talkies and they pulled over with us when they caught up. When suddenly it hit me, I've been in hot ass desert for a week now, I would love to soak up some rain!

So I tell my buddy I'm going to "Experience the storm" and step out of the car and raise my hands up Shawshank style. And feel all the hair on my body stand up.

Since my earliest childhood I remember a photo of my parents on our living room wall, standing on either side of their beat up Toyota hands raised in a jumping jack pose. And I also remember my father's retelling of the taking, in which they all dove into the car because their hair began to stand on end.

So I dove back into the open door and heard a thundercrack.