My 2009 tax forms are now complete. As usual, my tax guru says that there will be no refund for me. As usual, I get to write the IRS a big fat-ass check on top of the money already withheld, which is substantially more than I paid the prior year. No, I am not rich; the government has all but mandated that I never will be. The best I can hope for is to maintain self-sufficiency, which is challenging to do when the local, state, and federal governments are hell bent on taxing us into a penury class. I suppose it will be easier for them to pass sweeping social reforms when we all are impecunious.
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