Counting my eggs
I was wrong in my last post--- the 2005/2006 transition really does have significance. It’s a whole new freakin’ tax year, hoorah!
Today I met with an accountant, for the purpose of organizing my finances so that Uncle Sam doesn’t prison rape me at the end of 2006… or that some OTHER criminal doesn’t either.
This whole tax business has actually been quite frustrating. I was supposed to meet with a tax attorney, one that was recommended by a couple other tax attorneys in Kalamazoo, to discuss some of my questions about filing expatriate tax returns. That guy ended up being a big sissy though, and he directed me to the accountant that I talked with today.
It’s not like the accountant-guy wasn’t nice. He was very like-able. There were some peculiar things about him--- one of which was that he had a weird backward-and-to-the-right head jerk tic sort of thing… it was a little distracting-- I kept instinctively glancing over his shoulder to see if there was something that I needed to look at… Also, he wasn’t able to answer any of my questions.
The area of tax law that I’m exploring appears to be a very dimly lit but surprisingly roomy corner…
There are a few good things that came out of my meeting this morning though:
It’s possible that I’ll eventually have answers to some of my questions from today, and be able to legally owe even less in taxes… but, in terms of a reduction in the # of bombs/bullets that can be bought, the # of prisons that can be built, and the # of wiretaps that can be installed due to my hard work, I am relatively happy. Even a very efficient independent contractor would have a difficult time murdering many people with the money that I voluntarily relinquish to the BEST DAMNED COUNTRY in the world.
I really do hate the USA. It’s funny in a way, because if I didn’t at one time truly believe in this country, I wouldn’t feel as compelled to escape now.
Today I met with an accountant, for the purpose of organizing my finances so that Uncle Sam doesn’t prison rape me at the end of 2006… or that some OTHER criminal doesn’t either.
This whole tax business has actually been quite frustrating. I was supposed to meet with a tax attorney, one that was recommended by a couple other tax attorneys in Kalamazoo, to discuss some of my questions about filing expatriate tax returns. That guy ended up being a big sissy though, and he directed me to the accountant that I talked with today.
It’s not like the accountant-guy wasn’t nice. He was very like-able. There were some peculiar things about him--- one of which was that he had a weird backward-and-to-the-right head jerk tic sort of thing… it was a little distracting-- I kept instinctively glancing over his shoulder to see if there was something that I needed to look at… Also, he wasn’t able to answer any of my questions.
The area of tax law that I’m exploring appears to be a very dimly lit but surprisingly roomy corner…
There are a few good things that came out of my meeting this morning though:
- I know that I have as good (or better) of an understanding of expatriate tax returns as an accountant that deals with it regularly.
- It won’t be difficult to organize myself in a way that saves me a considerable amount of money, without even treading into the gray prison-bitch realm.
It’s possible that I’ll eventually have answers to some of my questions from today, and be able to legally owe even less in taxes… but, in terms of a reduction in the # of bombs/bullets that can be bought, the # of prisons that can be built, and the # of wiretaps that can be installed due to my hard work, I am relatively happy. Even a very efficient independent contractor would have a difficult time murdering many people with the money that I voluntarily relinquish to the BEST DAMNED COUNTRY in the world.
I really do hate the USA. It’s funny in a way, because if I didn’t at one time truly believe in this country, I wouldn’t feel as compelled to escape now.
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