Timothy Birdnow

I had to call the IRS yesterday. Normally I would rather get a tooth pulled and colonoscopy at the same time sans anesthesia, but something was quite different.

I've had an ongoing problem with the IRs since 2020 when they sent us the wrong refund. We sent it back but they charged us penalties and interest anyway. We sent in a request for those to be waived and got a letter telling us to sit tight, that it was under reviewbut there was a backlog. We sat tight.

And sat and sat. We would occasionally get new letters assuring us it was in the works.

Then this week we got a notice telling us we were in default and they were going to seize our assetts!

So I had to call and speak with one of their agents.

I've had terrible times with them in the past. About a year ago I called over this and was treated like a pedophile at a Baptist retreat. The first agent was yelling at my wife for volunteering information and not just giving a yes or no answer. She then hung up on me and blocked my phone number, so I had to call back on another line.

The second gal seemd o.k. until I asked for a receipt of payment since they were saying I still hadn't paid the original money back. I said I needed a receipt if it became a legal matter and she went ballistic "don't you threaten me!" I pointed out asking for a receitp for a payment is hardly threatening and if I had to hire a tax lawyer it would become a legal matter. Eventually she calmed down but she was just hateful.

That was your IRS.

So I dreaded caling yesterday but it had to be done.

It was the difference between night and day. The woman I spoke with was polite, tried to help, and actually pleasant. She laughed at my jokes even! I was quite impressed.

Granted, I still had to pay up, but she put a hold on the account for now and is sending me more forms to fill out since it didn't show up that I appealed and she said I could get a refund if they agreed. She at least was trying.

Now whydo you suppose that is?

Trump. She, and the rest of them, are afraid for their jobs.

This is what happens when you hold workers accountable rather than give them carte blanche. If they know they have to be polite they will be - if they can treat people any way they like they surely won't bother.

And frankly I hope most of them do lose their jobs. I'm not a mean person and don't wish anyone ill but most of these people should never have been hired in the first place. In fact the IRS should never have been created, nor the income tax imposed. It has been nothing but a massive abuse of power and a tool that has metastasized the central government. At this point I don't think it is reformable; it needs to go away.

Maybe the DMV is hiring in their home states?

The title comes from George Thoroughgood's song "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer".

BTW Here is a poem I wrote about my prior experience with the IRS:

Dancing with Iris

by Timothy Birdnow
April 2, 2024

There are devils in this world my friend, and some we can't escape
they'll pursue you to the end and your bankroll they will rape
I once danced with such a one, a demon out of Dis
Let me tell you chum that it's no fun to dance with old Iris

She'll take all of the meat and will leave just a bone
and if you think she cheats just leave a message at the tone
You do not want to feel the love of one such as Iris,
Nor wish her tender lips to grip you with her venom poison kiss

she'll drag you to the edge and toss you off the great abyss

Iris came to me one time, and wanted me to dance
she lured me in with her mistake, a victim of circumstance
but the romance was short and soon she sunk into my flesh her sharp red devil's claws
and rendered my account a mess to pay for all her flaws

Stay away from Iris, get as far as you can go
if she sends you any gifts my friend you'd better tell her no
You had better pay her promptly or the pentalty will grow
she'll feed upon your carcass like a buzzard or damned crow

I got caught by evil Iris and she played an evil game
she sucked away my money and she left me broke and lame
I called her on the telephone for advice from her to tell
but she laughed at me with demonic glee and told me to go to hell

Well if I do go there I have this single consolation
Iris and all her devilish friends I'll find in the oblation
how many poor souls has she tormented and brought to consternation?
she'll be trapped in the bowls of the firey Tartorus, to burn in eternal immolation

There are devils in this world my friend, and some we can't escape
they'll pursue you to the end and your bankroll they will rape
I once danced with such a one, a demon out of Dis
Let me tell you chum that it's no fun to dance with old Iris

Stay away from Iris, stay out of her path
for she is just the tool of Satan and the instruement of his wrath

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