Uncle Sam looks you in the eye with that happy grandpa smile of his. “I couldn’t do this without you son,” he says, “This’ll get us through another year.”
He claps you on the back and makes you feel like you are the most important person in America, his smile never wavering.
You turn to leave, wondering why being this important feels so hollow. It takes a moment to realize that while patting you on the back he also plunged a knife deep between your shoulder blades.
Another year. Another April 15th.
It’s not so much what I had to pay this year that bothers me as much as how much trouble it is to figure it all out. At the risk of getting into a political discussion, do you think we’ll ever see any meaningful reform to the tax system to make it easier to figure out?