Does anybody else smell it? That foul odor drifting through the air, bringing with it the sickly sweet smell of decomposing flesh and fetid refuse slowly composting into something slimy? No? Well, maybe it’s just me.
Or maybe it’s because it’s April 15, which means it’s the last day to mail in your tax returns and/or any payments you might owe our wonderful government.
Okay, I understand that taxes go to pay for things we, as citizens need: police, fire fighters, mail carriers, teachers, infrastructure needs, defense, utilities, all of that. I get it. I do.
I don’t, however, have to like it.
This is one of those burdens of being a citizen. If you want our country to keep working, you’ve got to grease the wheels. This is the time of year that I grit my teeth, hold my nose and bring out the checkbook for the Infernal Internal Revenue Service.
It’s not pretty, but it has to be done. Excuse me while I go do it, dudes.Share on Facebook Tags: A Dude's Guide to Life, April, Axe, Burdens, Checkbook, Citizen, Citizens, dude, Dude's, Fire Fighters, Flesh, Foul Odor, Grease, Infrastructure, Internal Revenue Service, Irs, Mail, Mail Carriers, men, Police Fire, richard, Sweet Smell, Tax Returns, teeth, Time Of Year, Wheels