Today, on the day in which you see the need to take half of my soul in taxes, I would like to make a plea.
If you must steal 35 percent of my husband's hard-earned money, can you please not spend it on wasteful things, as you have in the past? You know, like when you spent $13 million to help fund the World Toilet Summit in Ireland?
Oh, yes they did.
And you think that's the least offensive thing? Take a look at this.
Don't even ask me to pretend to understand it.
I ask you, good sirs, to take my money and do something good with it. Like fixing health care. Or making our schools safe, productive environments of learning.
Those kinds of things I get, and will unclasp this fist from my dollars a little less begrudgingly for.