A windfall is fruit that's laying on the ground. The wind blew it off the tree. Pick it up and sell it. Hard work! (Not.) And believe it or not the taxes you pay on that kind of stuff can be a lot less than you pay on "ordinary" income. The money you work for.
My parents and grandparents were refugees who lived through the Great Depression, so I know the value of an honest day's work. Too well. It was drilled into me at a young age that being productive was everything. My parents wouldn't ease up on me until I got with it and worked. And even then I was still a bum.
When my grandfather, Rudy Kiesler, asked how's business, I'd say "Busy." He said "Gut" (which meant good in his Eastern European way of speaking). So I'm not one of those elite dudes who doesn't know how to work. I do.
The best piece I read recently on all the crap about taxes from the Repubs came from AnnMaria who does business in North Dakota. Stop reading my stuff and read her piece: Quit Being A Dick, Cowboy Up and Pay Your Taxes.
Maybe those of you in JesusLand whose families came here in the 1800s have forgotten what a blessing this country is. Now would be a good time to remember. Tell your congressman to let Uncle Sam off the hook. And we'll live to fight another day.