My Back is Killing Me

All the tension in my life is killing my back. I have such tension between my shoulder blades that it's getting to be unbearable.

So, today I picked up the certified letter that was at the post-office, and I was wrong. It is from the IRS, but rather than acknowledging their receipt of my application for a payment plan, it's a letter threatening me with a lien on my assets! They cashed the check that went with the application, but apparently didn't bother to acknowledge that I had submitted the application in the first place.

Why am I not surprised? Either by my luck, or by the competence of the civil service?

This is what we call being bent over the table and dry-fucked by old Uncle Sam.

You know, I don't have a problem with owing the government back taxes. It was an honest mistake. I don't even mind the penalties, though the interest added on top of the penalties seems to me a bit of an overkill, but these people and their gestapo tactics -- threatening a guy who owes them $1600 and who's trying to pay them -- just burn my ass. As hard as it is to make ends meet... well, let's just say I understand the hostility of those crazy militia groups. I suspect their level of anger is to mine wheat a bonfire is to a candle (and remember, I did use the word "crazy"), but still, I understand the anger at government agencies that treat citizens as enemies.