I’m supposed to write a Newswithviews piece today [cue hysterical laughter]. I have no idea how that’s going to get done.
Last month, see, we made a slight error in filling out our tax forms, which has led to us being embroiled with the IRS. My wife corrected the error, but we need to have that acknowledged.
On Friday we were supposed to get a letter from the IRS. So said the official email from the Postal Service. But of course we didn’t get it, we don’t know what the IRS wants, you can’t get through to them by phone, the post office disclaims all knowledge of anything except for how to run a national election, they’re cool with that, and the sage advice I got from the clerk was, “Wait till it comes.” What is this–Bleak House?
Yeah, wait. Wait till the marshals show up with handcuffs.
See, here we have two government agencies involved, the IRS and the Postal Service–doubling the chances for the whole thing to go wrong. We are in the Age of Nothing Works.
Maybe if I sit outside and smoke a cigar, I can think of something to write about.