Tax Time? Deal Me Out!

Here we go again.  It's time to render unto Caesar what has carefully been determined to be the IRS slice of your fiscal pie for 2013.  I prefer to think of it as protection money.  Pay up or go to jail.  Or, worse yet, incur severe tire damage,  be forced to spend an evening with Lois Lerner, or the unimaginable horror of listening to Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi sing "Sexual Healing".    The feds do not kid around.

So, here I am once again knee deep in 1099's, K-1's and W-2's that fill my mailbox and demand to be reported to the proper authorities who, in turn, will direct me to send them more money than currently resides in my bank account.  The deadline for this extortion is April 15.   After all, politicians have a scam to run and the votes of less productive citizens to buy before the next election.

"Paying taxes is a privilege", say the clowns who have managed to spend our country into receivership.  "Flat tax?, Never happen!"  "Why would we want everyone to have a stake in the country's finances?"  "Let the suckers pay!"

The IRS operates the Big Casino of the U.S. Treasury and, for some folks, they offer the "loosest slots in town".  For actual taxpayers the IRS instead invites you to the Texas Hold 'Em table where your every bluff is called and the government deals from the bottom of the deck.  Nobody with any money is allowed to leave the table still in possession of their pants.  If you're lucky, you head for the door in a decorator barrel.

Oh, wait just a minute, I nearly forgot.  For those lucky enough to reside in a state equipped with its very own confiscatory income tax, step right this way.  There are oh so many more chances to cough up what little you have left for the local elected crooks.  "No cash?  We take Mastercard and Visa."  "By the way, where's the title to your car?"

"I think we can come up with a nice little payment plan."