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(The current code, in case you’re planning on reading it before the filing deadline, is 73,954 pages. So you’d probably want to get right on that.)
When I realized I no longer could calculate my taxes, I started paying an accountant to handle them. Each year she sends me a questionnaire to fill out. This year I spent most of January and half of February doing that.
The questionnaire was 22 pages long, including a checklist of 65 questions. The first question, for instance, asked if I have proof of health insurance (Form 1095-C). I do. My health insurance never has actually paid for any claim I submitted, but at least I have it.
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The second question had to do with fiduciary things (1099-R), which I may or may not have. Question No, 3 concerned interest income (1099-INT) from my bank. According to our bank statements, my wife and I raked in $13.84 worth of interest on our joint account, which we blew in a wild spree at Taco Bell.
Once all the boxes were checked I had to locate the tax forms and documents that have been multiplying like gerbils in various file cabinets, desk drawers and shoe boxes since last April 15. That took care of the rest of February and most of the NCAA basketball tournament.
By last Wednesday I finally had checked the boxes, filled out the forms, stuffed them all into a crate and hauled them to my accountant.
If Trump really does reform the tax code, maybe next year will be easier.
But my guess is that if presidents keep reforming the tax code, eventually I’m going to have to give up watching television entirely.