The IRS Can't Take my Kidney!

When I returned home from the hospital late Sunday night, I saw the pile of mail on my desk, but did not begin to tackle it until the next day. There among the cable company promotions (they still don't believe I don't have a TV) and charity solicitations was a thick packet from the IRS.

The IRS contends that my mother's taxes were incorrectly filed in 2008, and her estate--that's me--owes $18,419. A full $4,094 are penalties and interest. My goodness, you can get much better rates from the mob!

This is an ungodly amount, to be sure. A lot of years in the past decade, I haven't even netted $18K after business expenses were deducted.

But I looked at this letter with the same detachment as I did the cable company promos. I have a new kidney, I'm alive and feeling so much better than I have for a very long time, and at least for now, the IRS cannot take my kidney. Either the matter will be resolved and I'll pay nothing or a lot less, or I'll have to pay it off slowly over the course of my remaining years. But in either case, I am thankful to be alive. The bastards can't take that from me, though I believe that's the course down which we're heading.

Now that the super rich have gotten their tax cuts, the budget cuts will begin. More people will be made homeless, more people will starve, more people will receive inadequate education and therefore be stuck in low-end jobs, more people will die from lack of services. But it is so important that the rich get richer. That's what it's all about--reverse Darwinism, not survival of the fittest but survival of the most pampered and therefore the least strong.