Death and Taxes

I can understand why that dude flew his airplane into the IRS building in Texas. Really I can!

I wont go into details, if I can help it but have been waiting on a decision, a financial decision for some weeks now. I have been constantly jumping thro whatever hoops they have put infront of me. I have done everyhing they have asked to the point where I have had to reach into my pocket with no hope of reinbursment. Meeting after meeting... I even had a meeting today and as far I was concerned everyting was hunky dory.

Then I make a call to check some details today and I am told that the decision has not gone my way and I shouldve been informed by letter weeks ago.

WTFF ( thats abbreviation for what the fucking fuck? It isnt a typo)

Why the hell do we bother? WHY? Why do we try better ourselves? Why do we get good jobs that make us work all hours and put us into an early grave. What is the point? I can walk two streets away and find a housing estate full of people who choose not to work and knock out several kids and yet money is thrown at them. They come up with excuses why they cant or wont work but yet theyre living the life of riley and not contributing anything to society. All they do is take take take.

I choose to work, I choose to work hard but yet at every turn there is something to smack me in the face and make my life that little bit harder.

I am so mad. I am fuming. I am livid. I am ready to rip someones head off and shit down their throat!

All it is is taxes and bills and charges for this that and the other and the moment you are making a small amount of money they tax you at a higher rate so theres nothing left!


ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!