There are exactly two things in life that you can count on, death and taxes. Well, make that one thing as death isn't always that reliable as I've come to see recently. Being that wonderful time of year once again I steel my nerves against the differential calculus that is the Revenue Canada tax forms.
In my younger years I was a whiz at mathematical problem solving. It didn't matter if it was Algebra, Trig or whatever I had a knack for suessing out the answer. At some point I believe that the Taxman figured this out and decided that the process of me filling out the required paperwork should be as painful and nonsensical as possible.
I have yet to discern how it is possible to come up with 3 different results after doing my return and checking the math. The required calculations seems sketchy at best and I'm always left scratching my head at the end.
My answer to this conundrum is to just take the fucking thing to H&R Block and pay someone to figure the shit out for me. It saves me from spending time in jail after going postal and doing something foolish at the Revenue Canada offices.
The picture above is just some eye candy to hopefully alieviate some of the stress induced by the infernal machinations of the government.
Rick Mercer has done a brilliant spoof ad that you can check out here http://www.cbc.ca/mercerreport/.
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I'm writing this generic comment in response to my newest blog entry, so that when you read it, you have no cause to say that one good turn deserves another.
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