A modern day cowboy has spent many days crossing the desert without water.

His horse has already died of thirst. He's crawling through the sand, certain that he has breathed his last breath, when all of a sudden, he sees an object sticking out of the sand several yards ahead of him.

He crawls to the object, pulls it out of the sand, and discovers what looks to be an old brief case. He opens it and out pops a genie.

Immediately, he starts thinking of his three wishes. But life does not work that way with the IRS genie.

Over the next few months, his assets are seized. Business associates, now fearful because they have received IRS letters and IRS forms, stop returning his calls. He can't find work, and finally maxes out his last remaining credit card.

One day, while begging on the street, he recognizes his Congressman. So he says, "I was once successful. I made a good living and loved my work. Then along came your IRS genie and all of that was wiped out? Why? Why do you millionaires in Congress let this kind of thing go on?"

The Congressman spews out some nonsensical standard reply and walked off.

Months later, the cowboy died from exposure.

And as the IRS supervisor finishes telling this story, all of the psychopaths around her crack up laughing. It motivates them for yet another day in which the needle on their moral compass simply does not work.