Tax time

Just met this morning with the guy who does our taxes, and I've been feeling wretched all day - but not for the reason you'd think.

I've never minded paying taxes. Honest. I'd think of health care, schools, scientific research, and feel good about contributing my bit to that effort. But today, as I looked at the amount of money my husband and I are handing over to the government, I felt sick. I felt complicit. I wondered what proportion of my taxes money was going into the pockets of Halliburton investors, what proportion was helping to send American men and women to Iraq to be blown up, and it made me want to cry.