Yesterday we reported about a mass-killing swordsman in the Socialist Utopia of Sweden (READ: Mass Sword-Killing in Liberal Utopia Sweden. Sword-Control?) and today we're writing about a different kind of abuse: high taxes on the middle class. Whenever Csar Bernie Sanders or Queen Hillary Clinton tout the wonderfulness of all things Scandinavian, they do so from the gold-encrusted podium of "fairness" and "screw the rich." Both Sanders and Clinton assume their constituencies cannot read.

Based on how fervently anti-rich and anti-hard work some of their constituents are...the illiterate assumption isn't all that much of a stretch. But you, dear LwC visitor, can read, so the burden of spreading the truth falls on you. Remember:

So picture this; you're a middle class working slob living it up in Denmark. Sweden at least has Ikea, I'm not quite sure what counts as the pride of Denmark. But unless your beds can fold into a desk-lamp, you've got one tough act to follow. That being said, in Denmark, there's something rotten in the state of... In this case, taxes. Suffocating, mind-numbing taxes on everything. But in this story, the ridiculous taxes are applied to a POS used car you wouldn't give to your pimply teenager. Yes, really. From The Telegraph:

In common with everything else in Denmark, motoring isn’t cheap. New cars are taxed at 180 per cent and the impact trickles down to used car prices. This means that a modest second-hand saloon suddenly becomes an indicator of extortionate wealth and most people drive matchboxes.

The writer of the article is a Brit and a woman, but we won't hold that against her. A "saloon" for those of you who do not watch Top Gear is a sedan. And 180 per cent tax means this:

This middle class woman and her husband can afford but two cars on the used car lot. I could summarize what she said about these two cars, but frankly she's got the description thing down pat.

Our price threshold rules out every car in the place but two. The first looks as though several large dogs have recently mated in it before gnawing off the gear stick. The second looks like a cross between a mobility scooter and a tomato. I concertina myself into its immovable driver’s seat, so high up that I feel like an umpire at a tennis match... Once we’ve established that it’s just the car we’re after, rather than his more lucrative sideline, our dealer works briskly. He hands me a document in Danish. I can’t read it but see several more zeros than expected. “What’s this for?” I whisper, feeling the blood drain from my face. “Oh, there’s also snow tyres.” It’s snowing hard outside and winter tyres, though not mandatory, are advised. Forking out a further 5,000 DK (roughly £580) for wheels that won’t send me headfirst into a ditch seems like money well spent. “This is for the number plate,” he points at another line. “It’s not included?” “No. We use different plates each time with numbers and letters generated at random. Otherwise everyone would know how old your car is!” Top Gear fans, look away now: appearing humble and giving the impression of equality is so important in Denmark that the authorities don’t want anyone judged by their car. “There’s also registration tax, green tax, countervailing tax….”

Denmark: so rotten you'll fork over your savings, your children's savings and the coins hiding in your folding couch to buy a piece of crap car that's had dogs defecate and/or fornicate on it. Also, the government will tax it 180 per cent and make you feel like a loser. Also, you still have to live in Denmark.

Remember, kids, this is what Bernie Sanders and Hillary Clinton WANT. Bernie Sanders has openly said that Scandinavian countries are his primary example of Democratic Socialism at work. They want these high taxes on everything. They want to limit who drives on the road by overtaxing the crap out of it. (READ: Sweden to Use Taxpayer Dollars to Support ISIS Fighters?!) They want you to smell like dog feces so you'll know your place in the world.

Bernie Sanders and Hillary Clinton: change you can count on, and will need, to scrimp and save and rub together to buy a piece of crap car that smells like dog poo. Progress...