"I ain't no Senators son, no !"

Warning. First-world baby-boomer problem described here:

So, I'm stitting here on the group-W bench, I'm just sitting here...

OK. Really. Not trying to get out of the Viet Nam draft, just having another surreal interaction with the US Federal government 50 years later along the lines of:

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Ah, they really help themselves
But when the tax man comes to the door
Lord, the house look a rummage sale, oh yeah

John Fogerty/Credence Clearwater Revival

I retired last month. As a result of a lot of luck and about 38 years hard work, I have more money now than at any other point in my life, and thanks to the Obamacare (ACA) rules and the way my finances are structured I have strong incentives to arrange things so that I have very little “income” this year. In fact, I’m flirting with having so little income that I would qualify for Medicaid and be at or near the federal poverty level.

So, yeah, I’m trying to make the house (1040) look like a “rummage sale” all for benefit of the taxman. And it’s all legal and right there on the the government web sites, just a twisted bunch of incentives.

It’s just surreal.

There's one for you, nineteen for me,
should five percent appear to small,
be thankful I don't take
it all, 'case I'm the taxman

George Harrison, the nascient neo-con

#53 of #100DaysToOffload take 3.1, https://100daystooffload.com/