I mailed mine off today at midafternoon. I of course waited until the last moment to write Uncle his check. And an accursedly difficult check it is to write, too.
Gary North had some interesting thoughts about the whole business today. I was flattered to see that he had somehow psychically borrowed one of my previous effusions here. It must have been ESP, right? I mean, it isn't as if he's reading this blog.
Still, Tax Day should fill us all with shame, to the extent that we still pretend to be a free people. How long would the Founders tolerate taxation at the rates we experience today? How long would they tolerate the other assorted ways in which our supervisors assert their power over our apathetic rear ends? My guess is that they'd be planning the overthrow of the regime within a few microseconds. Just read the Declaration of Independence, in which they catalog the abuses they had suffered from George III. That list reads like a highly-abbreviated version of the Federal Register from any time in the last thirty years or so.
Way back before senility set in, William Buckley wrote that the relationship between slaves and their masters should always be a mutinous one. So true.