The straight poop is that there better damn well not be one or we're heading to Austin with pitchforks, hot tar, and torches. And all the feather pillows we can find. The franchise tax is a de facto income tax anyway, so they've already put it over on us. Friggin' RINOs.
You mean just like we had to take back the capitol by storm to throw out the carpetbaggers and scalawags during "re-construction"? By the way, thanks to Dick Taylor and Tom Green, we never got burned like Georgia.