The Monster My Fellow Americans Unleash Upon Me Yearly
April 17, 2011 5 Comments
There is nothing like the experience of working through the bizarre labyrinth that is the modern tax return, and seeing the size of the chunk it effectively carves out of the fruits of your waking life, for bringing out one’s inner misanthrope.
Whatever else one might say of it, the current tax code and related rules and regulations are the product of us. Namely, me and the people around me (but mostly not me). The millions and millions of people around me. The people of my country. Americans. Either clawing at the money I earned, making rules about how much money I should give, making rules to reduce the money they and their friends (but not me) have to give, or all of the above.
And right now, I fucking hate all y’alls’es guts. Seriously. I fucking hate you all for what you’ve created. Go to hell.
The tax code is our doing. It has been created by our representatives and/or nannies (there is no meaningful difference). For every stupid-ass form I have to fill, rule I have to follow, tax credit I won’t get, and ‘alternative minimum’ tax I have to give to government busybodies rather than to my children, there’s a damn fucking NPR-listening Obama-voting housewife sitting in a Starbuck’s nodding to her girlfriend the fucking environmental lawyer that gee the rule or tax or credit in question ‘sounds like a great idea’ over synchronized nods and sips of latte. Repeat this atrocity fifty thousands times and you get our tax code.
Fuck the fucking lot of y’all.