Wish I had a good excuse for forgetting this time — oh, wait, I do! I spent yesterday working on taxes. (Though I’d get a headstart this year.) By late afternoon, I was brain dead and a storm was blowing in, and I wanted to get some of the jungle mowed before it got waterlogged. Once the rain started, I came back inside and (sigh) went back to work on the taxes.
I am so in favor of a flat-rate tax system — ten percent across the board from everyone, no excuses, no exceptions, no special deductions. I would save a ton of money and time, and just the think of the millions of trees that wouldn’t have to give up their beautiful, wonderful lives to become pages in the dry old boring tax code???
Of course, tax lawyers and tax accountants and corporations who would finally have to pay their fair share fight the idea. I imagine an awful lot of those thousands of IRS employees who would become obsolete aren’t too happy about it, either, but with the money the government saves, they could better staff other places like, oh, I don’t know, air traffic control centers (!) and give the deadwood IRS folks a new department to report to.
In a lovely world like that, I might even start my taxes as early as February 23d and wouldn’t be afraid to fly.
(Just kidding. I’d still be doing it April 15th — or 18th — and still want the numbers of the towers at any stops on a trip on speed dial so I could make sure they’re awake and happy!)