When I worked in printing, we had to pay tax to a special litter pick-up fund. Fair enough, so long as fast food places did too. But it could be understood that we were paying to clean up a mess our irresponsible customers were creating with our product.
Unless the porn industry rife with child sex slaves (which, in the case of North African sex slaves, makes it rife with Rifs), why is the onus on these businesses?
The first rule of taxation is that logic will only get you so far.
Mostly it’s an issue of “How can I raise money in a way that will still get me re-elected?”
My brother’s a poor missionary
He saves fallen women from sin
He’ll save you a blonde for 5 dollars
My god how the money rolls in.
Why tax cigarettes to fund education? There’s not necessarily supposed to be a connection between what gets taxed and what it’s spent on.
In all seriousness, I think there may be a First Amendment issue here. This tax is nakedly content-based.
People in GA pay for porn? Don’t they have internet yet? Even a 100% tax on free is still $0.00.
Yeah, I was wondering about that myself. It’s apparently actually more of a tax on strip clubs. (It may also include “adult novelty shops”–I’m not sure about that.)
But, by making that implicit connection (we tax adult entertainment to help victims of “[echo effect]*Human Trafficking[sup]TM[/sup]!! *[/echo effect] OMG!!!11!1!”) they can on the one hand tax it as a lawful activity AND on the other be all about how bad and evil and dangerous to your daughters it is. There has been lobbying in many states for such a tax earmark.
I know it’s a tired meme here, but Teen Hooker Rescue really would be an awesome band name.
I’m picturing a shelter with a special room where you can play with the hookers and have some bonding time before taking one home.
And you should really adopt two. That way they can play with each other while you’re at work.
I*'m going to hell, aren’t I?
Yes but you get a first class seat and a standing ovation from the rest of us as you board the handbasket.
It could also be the title track of an album by an 80s hair-metal band. I can almost imagine Vince Neil … or Spinal Tap … wailing it.