Tax season again. That magical time of year when, with fear in my heart, I mail my income extortion papers to the violent gang who steals my property under threat of violence. And now that it's all over my heart has gone from fear to grief as I contemplate the uses these thugs will find for my "fair share." How much of my wealth will be used to pay the salaries of the disconnected bureaucrats who tap our phones? How much of my wealth will be used to arm the boots who demand our papers, and invade our homes? How much of my wealth will be used to terrorize quiet Iraqi families? How much blood is on my hands? Were I a braver man I would refuse. But at least I am still free enough to share my thoughts about the nature of the gang.
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