Anxious and somber faces greet me as I step into the crowded waiting room. A sense of dread fills the air.
Men and women sit silently, clutching folders and envelopes, stacks of papers and piles of files. The fear in the air is so thick you can almost cut it with a knife. I join the morbid group as I slump into the nearest empty chair and wait for my turn to see....the ACCOUNTANT!
It's tax time, and even though we go through the same depressing ritual year-after-year, it just doesn't get any easier. If I think about it too long, I get really ticked off.
I'm angry that I am forced to hand over so many of my hard-earned dollars to a nameless, faceless bureaucracy where much of it is wasted; frustrated that someone else chooses who gets my money; and upset that I work hundreds of hours each year to pay for stuff I don't want, don't need and often times find disgusting.
And to make matters worse—just like all those people sitting in all those waiting rooms across the country—I can't even figure out how to figure out how much I owe the beast!
The system is so complex that I actually have to pay someone else to calculate it for me and hope and pray that the accountant is educated enough on the intricacies of the tax code to get it right. Every time I see one of those advertisements by accounting firms claiming that they can pretty much guarantee they will find errors in some other accountant's rendering of my tax return, I get upset all over again. And not because I think they are lying, but because I know that it is true. The tax labyrinth is too complicated for anyone to know their way through it unscathed.
And the real kicker? When April 15 rolls around, the reality is that I have not yet made enough money this year to pay for the taxes I will have to pay next year. And most likely, neither have you. Yep, that's right: when you add up all the federal, state and local taxes, the average tax-paying American has to fork over, you must work all of January, all of February, all of March and nearly all of April just to pay your tax bill.
That means you won't make one penny to go toward feeding your family until around May.
Oh, and if I haven't depressed you enough already, think about this: even with all the taxes that decent, hard working Americans like you pay, our nation is sinking deeper and deeper into debt so quickly that unless the crazed spending is stopped, our entire economy will eventually collapse.
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