Give Me Taxes & Give Me Death!

In honor of tax day, I am re-bloging one of my past blog entries. I hope you enjoy it (again).

I am, for another consecutive year, confronted with two options: Do I fulfill my tax burden as a loyal citizen of this great country or take my chances of seeing how tax evaders fare in the federal prison system? Unfortunately, I am way too handsome for the prisons.

So I go again into the quagmire known as the road to the IRS. I hear left-wing congressmen use the word "quagmire" to describe the war in Iraq. They're stupid. The people over in Iraq are dancing in the streets with purple fingers while I am home rifling through W2s and 1040s with a purple vein popping somewhere in the frontal lobe of my brain. Can I get some aspirin? Or a kick to the teeth?

They say that only two things are guaranteed in life -- death and taxes. Good thing I have a brother-in-law in the funeral business. I may choose death next year.