So I have a confession to make. It’s a bad one, but there you go … aren’t confessions supposed to be bad?
I really want to lie on my tax return.
There. I said it. Or at least I wrote it.
Knowing that the future head of our country doesn’t share his tax returns, but says he’s smart if he doesn’t pay any taxes makes me want to do something I could get away with. Can’t I be “smart” too?
There is income I make that would go unnoticed by anyone and everyone (including my husband, to be honest!): some of my students nearly always pay in cash. I could skip reporting that. Easy peasy.
BUT (and you knew there had to be a “but”, right?) I can’t do it. Period.
First of all, my belief system calls for honesty. Lying is wrong. (Again: Period.) So that makes it abundantly clear that I can’t do this no matter what. But secondly, if I’m angry at our future head of our country for not being honest and forthright, how dare I go there?
That’s the thing. I refuse to point a finger at someone if I’m ready, willing, able AND planning on doing the same thing. (Yes, I point fingers at this person since I won’t act on it. Call me a bad girl if you need to.) This is something that has troubled me regarding the whole pointing fingers thing. Please don’t point a finger if you are doing exactly the same thing. I don’t care if you think you somehow deserve to get away with it because “I’m underpaid” or “I’m not like him” … it doesn’t matter. It is what it is: if you cheat you are a cheater.
When I was a little kid I took a piece of Brach’s candy (remember those bins with that candy?) from the grocery store. My mother reprimanded me (and paid for the piece of candy) and told me, “Stealing a piece of candy is as bad as stealing a washing machine.” (Typical mom … I mean … c’mon … WHY would ANYONE steal a washing machine??) That stuck with me.
But I ramble. But here’s the truth: I want to lie on my tax return. But I won’t.
Here … have what I think of as “Muppet Plants” to make up for my ramble which, I’m guessing, will be called “holier than thou” by some, even though we don’t usually house “thou” any more. ;-)