It’s that time of the year, that dreaded time of the year again, when the tax man comes knock, knock, knocking at your door.
Let me tell you how it will be, here’s one for you, nineteen for me, cause I’m the Taxman, yeah, I’m the Taxman. (The Beatles, 1966)
It’s a double whammy, what with federal and state taxes due on April 15, why the 15th you ask? Because the 15th is Emancipation Day, a holiday, although we don’t get the day off. But that’s not all – actually it’s a triple whammy, because if you forgot to pay your property taxes on the 11th (this year) you already have those penalties accruing.
Should 5% appear too small, be thankful I don’t take it all, Cause I’m the Taxman, Yeah I’m the Taxman, even though you complain, hey, that’s what I get paid to do, cause I’m the Taxman.
I don’t mind paying out my hard-earned cash, as long as it’s spent responsibly and wisely on improvement and services for the community in which I reside. For instance, I still haven’t figured out why the county wants me to pay $$$ on my property tax bill for trash service when Burrtec is already getting paid by me to pick it up.
And then, to add insult to injury, Burrtec gets even more cash for the items they recycle. And what about those big-time corporate CEOs that make millions if not billions? And they seem to get off “scot-free” and wind up paying little or nothing at all. (And by the way who is this Scot guy, who seems gets all those dollars for free?) (In all serious-ness-ly … should I change my name in hopes of being mistaken for him?)
How can they do this, while the little guy like me, has to pay through the nose year-after-year? (OK, I admit to having a rather prominent proboscis) (Maybe I should try changing my name to Scot, what could it hurt?)
Say, did you know if your nose runs and your feet smell, then you are probably built upside down?
Actually, I don’t mind paying the county the money each year that I am assessed for the county’s vector control department. By the way, you do want to drain all that leftover standing water from that recent rain storm, the reason is so we don’t have any of those nasty “vectors” buzzing around these parts. I hate it when they buzz around my ear and then go ZAP! I hate it even more when the mosquitoes (is that what their meaning by vectors… or not?) drill you and me, like they are vampires, right into my earlobe for blood (even more vampire-y).
Oh yes, just like the IRS.
Keep it flyin’,
Uncle Mott
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