Flat tax. No more problem. At least, that's what I'm guessing was meant by the grandparent. That's all _I_ can manage to think at any rate,* is how many tax do

Flat tax. No more problem. At least, that's what I'm guessing was meant by the grandparent. That's all _I_ can manage to think at any rate,* is how many tax dollars and man-hours have gone into producing this guide, let alone the rest of the industry that's built up around the somehow herculean task of paying one's tax†, literal myriads of jobs which provide no real value to anyone‡, save that of relief from navigating the Gordian monstrosity that is our tax code: a societal negative value of epic proportions which (unlike so many of the real hard problems facing us today) could just vanish by simply bulldozing the rulebook. The rules, the exceptions, the loopholes, the brackets, the cutoffs, the deductions, the exemptions, the penalties, the incentives, all of it. Burn it to the ground. Everybody pays 30%, or whatever. Or perhaps everybody earning below $FAT_STACKS pays 30% * ($MY_SAD_SALARY / $FAT_STACKS). Or whatever. Better yet, let's tax consumption instead of production. Perhaps excepting food, clothing, shelter. Treat yoself? Have at it, but 40% of that Cessna goes to Uncle Sam. That 1.2kg of bling? Okay, only 30% because it doesn't pollute, it just looks stupid. Of course, none of that's going to happen. If I'm honest, I'd be a happy camper if only the Infernal Rich Suits didn't put the onus on _me_ to run my numbers through this Rube Goldberg device you cooked up and ostensibly understand. _Especially_ as you already have my W2⁂, heck thanks to withholding you already have my money! I never had a choice in the matter! So why the pointless exercise, either calculate the bloody number and send a check (or just venmo me yo), or just _keep_ it all, and please don't break my kneecaps. The guns are on your side, after all. But let's not get into a 2nd Amendment debate this early in the morning. ...whoops, I ranted there a bit. I might be a little stressed, something about this time of year. Can't quite put my finger on it. But don't worry, once April 20th rolls around, the herbal remedies⬫ will take effect and I'll be back happy as a clam. * (once past the initial "hmm, that's mildly interesting") † by "tax" I mean specifically income tax in the US. There are of course bunches of other taxes, but they generally work as intended and don't cause hypertension ‡ with apologies to tax pros, you're all fantastic humans and like no offense, but your job shouldn't exist or at least encyclopedic proportions ⁂ along with my savings balance, stock portfolio, credit score, marriage, er, relationship status, and what I ate for breakfast, because like it or not, Big Brother is manifest ⬫ which God gave us, which grow out of the dirt just like corn, which I, a grown-up, have the liberty to consume because I live in this great nation which was founded on such liberty. And justice. For all. Except the president. Because he's special. Very special.