I hate the income tax. It’s an intrusive and demoralizing experience filing them every year. Why does the federal government get to know about every transaction I’ve made over the course of a fiscal year?
It’s also expensive. I work exceptionally hard so that I can attempt to enjoy a decent quality of life. That’s only gotten harder with inflation. As I prepared my income taxes this year, I found that, even though I earned less from lessons during FY2024 than FY2023, I somehow owed more money—by a factor of three.
When I first wrote this post, I argued for a national sales tax as the lesser of two evils. Now, I’m tariffs all the way, baby. They act, in a sense, as a national sales tax, but they have the social benefit of bringing jobs and industries back to the United States. I’d rather pay an extra fifty bucks for my American-made washing machine and give a fellow citizen a good job than have to shell out my meager savings and reveal all of my financial underwear to the IRS every April.
At least with Trump in office, there is a faint hope—very faint, but a hope nonetheless—that the income tax might be reaching the end of its abusive, wicked life. What a terrible system!
With that, here is 11 April 2024’s “TBT^256: End the Income Tax“:
