Saturday, April 11, 2009

Mom is going to be so pissed

I helped my mother do her taxes this year and last. It is never exactly a fun experience since mom never quite mastered pleasantry. Not that she is an unkind woman bu she is...unkind. Just picture Edith Bunker meets Don Rickles and you've got my mother. Edith Bunker for "forgetting" the amount of her 2008 stimulus check and Don Rickles for being pissed about how that raises her taxes owed.

Did everyone know that the 2008 stimulus checks mailed out to buy stuff were loans based on this year's return? Did everyone realize that what our former commander-in-spliff gave us an advance on our 2009 tax returns but forgot to mention that? For my mother, "forgetting" how much she received last year was going to save her $300. I believe that would constitute as tax fraud if the powers of TurboTax let it fly. Or at least a "pay up sister" moment. Both of which will leave mom ranting about hockey pucks for the next six months.

What makes little sense to me is this: why is working with the government like playing dolls with a 5-year old? No matter how you slice it, they are always right, omit relevant information, and must get their way. I won't get into the vague shroud or shrub that Pres. Bush invoked. He played that one off very nicely don't you think? He is probably at home having a "phew" moment.I think that man tricked the world into thinking that he was an alcohol brain damaged, illiterate, puppet to Vice President Tony Soprano when in reality he was just a pussy who feared confrontation. I'm honestly not sure which is worse. Oh well, Bush, Cheney, Beelzebub... whatever. Mom is going to be so pissed.

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