Taxes, Second Life and Warcraft

An anonymous reader wrote in to say that there is "...a new law review article that explores the tax treatment of players in Second Life and World of Warcraft. The bottom line is that commercial activity that occurs in virtual worlds should be taxed the same as in the real world. But purely personal activity within virtual worlds should not be taxed."

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Re:Only one answer

[tomhudson]

Whoa - all that "national" stuff is paid for, either directly by taxpayers, or indirectly through bond-holders, or as "consumers." There is no such thing as "government-paid" anything - it all ends up coming out of your pockets, or your kids pockets.

In other words, taxing transactions that don't involve the exchange of legal tender - you know - REAL money - is pure BS, because nothing or REAL value has changed hands. Or will the IRS start accepting payment in Linden Dollars and WoW points?

They'd be totally unaffected if our national government laid down its arms, gave up having a military budget, and let other countries invade at will.

Go look at New Jersey (google for "new jersey the armpit of the world"). Then tell me that letting another country invade it wouldn't be a "Good Thing". Heck, they're probably praying for a hurricane or other natural disaster. http://gilded-messiah.livejournal.com/2004/12/06/0

I'm from New Jersey. That's right, New Jersey. The Armpit of America. The sewage capital of the world. New York's retarded little brother. You can keep your pity, however, because I'm here to defend it, mostly. Like many escaped New Jersey inmates, I have a unique variant of Stockholm syndrome when it comes to my home state. I've fallen in love with my captor.

Don't get me wrong. New Jersey is a cesspool, just as you might have suspected. There really are girls with big hair and awful accents living in malls, women so awful that they turned the governor gay. These women really do have 400 pound boyfriends with hairy backs and low IQs. Turn signals are considered worthless luxury features, and, God help me, the whole state really does smell. However, it's New Jersey's consummate crappiness that ultimately makes it so great.

Radio personality Jean Shepard once said that New Jersey was "the most American of all states. It has everything from wilderness to the Mafia. All the great things and all the worst. For example, Route 22." Route 22, for those of you who don't know, is- I kid you not- a 24 hour strip mall that runs the length of the state. What is more quintessentially New Jersey- nay, more quintessentially American- than that? It's also the only place to go at 3 AM when you decide it's a good time to get some coffee and disco fries, or perhaps visit White Castle, the only burger joint with the gall to call their visibly greasy laxative rat-patties "Sliders."

While not unique to the state, White Castle's hamburgers share a few characteristics with New Jersey: they're both guilty pleasures, they only appeal to a small portion of the population, and they're both ironically nicknamed. New Jersey is, after all, the "Garden State," which in New Jersey-speak means "densely populated paved hellscape." In fact, New Jersey is the most densely populated state of the union, which might lead you to believe that the state is crowded and polluted. It is. But the large population isn't all bad. Because of its population density, New Jersey serves as a cultural microcosm of America as a whole. It is the proverbial "melting pot," where Godless, homosexual, French hippie crackheads live just a stone's throw away from inbred, racist, unwashed redneck crackheads. I know, because they're throwing stones at each other all the time.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking ,"This still sounds completely awful." Like I said earlier, it is awful, and everyone there knows it. For a while, New Jersey considered changing its state song to Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." Not only would this have been the only state song to contain the word "suicide," but also the only one about trying desperately to get the hell out of the state.