I've never been sympathetic to anti-tax rhetoric. Taxes are the price we pay for living in a country like the United States.
Sure, I wish the government had different spending priorities. But that's why we have elected representation. If our legislators don't do what we want, we vote them out of office. Taxes are the "price of admission" for civilization.
That's what I've always believed.
Still, it's one thing to have taxes withheld from my paycheck. That's been going on my whole life, and I'm accustomed to it. I'm also used to paying taxes on the manufacturing business that I own with my family. That's routine.
But it's an entirely different thing to pay estimated taxes on my expected web income. I just wrote the checks for the first quarter payments. It's as if a part of my soul has been ripped from me! (It's certainly as if one month of my time has been taken from me.)
Where's John Galt when I need him?
On this day at foldedspace.org
2006 — Food Day In which we spend a marvelous day eating the best Portland has to offer.