Big Red Car here.  The Boss was laughing with one of his pals today at coffee.  They were talking about the President’s recent firing of Acting IRS Commissioner Steven Miller.

Wrong place at the wrong time?

Now Miller is a guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Ooops, Acting Commissioner Miller.  Sorry says the Big Red Car.

Wrong place at the wrong time?

The President is really, really, really pissed or maybe not?

The President is furious at the IRS — well, he says he is, right?  Maybe or maybe not?

So, the President fires Acting Commissioner Miller, right?  Wow, very decisive red meat testosterone action, Mr President.  You go, Mr President.

Uhhh, as it turns out, Acting Commissioner Miller is not as fired as ya’ll think he is because he is not leaving until some time next week.  And, he was going to leave in early June anyway.  That was the “Acting” part of being the Acting IRS Commissioner Miller.  He was just, well, acting.  He wasn’t even the “real” guy.

Even more odd, is that Acting Commissioner Miller is actually going to be retiring from the IRS after he consumes a couple of months of terminal vacation.  He’s using all of his vacation — paid vacation that is, Old Sport.

So, let’s review.

The President is really, really, really pissed off and is taking big league decisive action — firing the, uhhh, Acting Commissioner Miller.  Not immediately, but next week some time.  Whenever Acting Commissioner Miller comes into the office to actually get fired, no?

And the Acting Commissioner was leaving in a week or so anyway.  So, Acting Commissioner Miller is really not being terribly inconvenienced, right?

And, Mr Acting Commissioner Miller is actually retiring from the IRS after taking a couple of months of terminal vacation.  The guy is RETIRING with a full pension.  Wow, what an ass whipping, eh?

So, is this really a great big red meat testosterone firing after all?  Well, the Big Red Car thinks it is a faux firing.  A FAUX firing, so says the Big Red Car.  [Back off, Big Red Car, you might just get audited by the freakin’ IRS.  Is that odometer just right or not?  The IRS might decide to waterboard your big fat red ass, Big Red Car.]]

Kind of like sending your kids to bed without dinner — well, right after they have finished eating their dinner, right?  Really tough discipline, Dad.

Let’s just cut the crap and stop trying to fool the American people, please?  Cut the crap!

But, hey, what the Hell do I know anyway?  I’m just a Big Red Car!