I am going to spend most of my week end doing something I love and something I hate.
First, I'll be watching the Final Four college basketball tournament, my favorite sports event of any year that the Red Sox fail to make the World Series. You can have your Super Bowl or whatever kind of football turns you on. You can have you NBA or Stanley Cup or whatever whatever they call the Cricket and Ruby championships. Me? I just love the passion and surprise of citizen hoopsters.
Second, alas, it is the time of my annual agony. It is tax time again here in the US of A. I have property taxes, state taxes and dreaded IRS taxes. I am an awful record keeper. All year long, I stuff things into a draw in my desk and ignore the contents. Today is the day I open it up and discover, in the contents that all this perfectly good money must go to the rogues and scoundrels who call themselves public servants.
The IRS might as well just simplify the system and save us taxpayers some time. They could boil it down to three parts:
A How much money did you make last year?
B. What do you have left?
C. Send "B."
