That's not especially good news.

I want my money back, you @#$%***&!!!

"In fact, we think the deficits are coming down."

Wall Street wasn't buying it.

Good news, but I'm reminded of that song from Rogers & Hammerstin's Tales of the South Pacific:

talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, happy talk,

talk about things you like to do,

you got to have dream,

if you don't have have dream,

how you gonna have dream come true?

Well I know I contributed $3,000 to their little "hey, look, people paid up" April surprise.

Arrrrrghh!

Excellent. The deficit is coming down, but I still got a 100% refund.

Mmmmm... what is that delicious flavor?

Oh, wait: it's Dave's white-hot jealousy. Yes, yes, Dave, envy me. Your desire is succulent on my tongue.

Bush's rate adjustments are a joke for the higher brackets until the AMT is reformed, but I supported it just the same because it pissed the liberals off so much.

Do you think Karl Rove knew I would? Rabid partisanship means I'll take my screwing and like it as long as the other side wishes it was worse.

Pompous,

Oh blow it out your squeakhole, Mr. 100% refund smarty pants guy.

I claimed all my time spent reading and commenting on this blog as "Consulting Expenses Incurred." Yes sir! Getting me a fat check in the post soon! Heck, they'll probably even deliver it personally.

Dave in Texas:

Even if the Pompous one got a 100% refund, remember this: If he had been really smart, he wouldn't have gotten a refund, because he wouldn't have paid anything to the Government in the first place!

Brad

yeah, I know Brad, I'm just kiddin around. I try to keep it within $500 of zero myself. Bad planning this past year.

Way to brag about being such broke-ass slackers.

"Hey, I didn't pay shit in taxes last year! They're threatening to attach my Frigidaire box!"

Classic hippie infestation.