I am now incapable of coherent thought. Wait! Did that last sentence make sense? I guess I am not dead yet. So I have avoided the Grim Reaper, But not the Taxman!
I wasn’t expecting to make the kind of money from Trumpig’s “Big beeyootiful tax cut” will provide to his wealthy-pig friends. I have no illusions about him ever doing anything to benefit me. But I figured I shouldn’t have to pay extra.
Somehow Trumpig’s tax cut affected the withholding amount for my pension taxes. Something like $120 a month that retroactively applied to all twelve months last year. I still owe the government $1,320!
I had planned to finish up taxes yesterday evening and then get a good night’s sleep. Then I saw that tax bill and didn’t sleep a wink. I am already in Chapter 13 Bankruptcy because Bank of America sues people for more than you owe them if you make the mistake of hiring a debt reduction company to help you pay off credit cards. But the universe is obviously adverse to me making and keeping any money at all before I am riding in a hearse. Wait! Did I just lapse into bad poetry? Death and taxes will mess with your head, that’s for sure.
So now I need a day off to just sleep and feel sorry for myself. I’ll get angry at Trumpig tomorrow and decide how I will handle this latest hurdle in the human race… or human obstacle course… or whatever that stupid metaphor was I cannot even remember any more.