As I was driving home from work yesterday I hit a fairly large pothole. Each time I hit a pothole with my car I think about the gas tax. We were hammered with a ten cent a gallon raise in Wyoming since I moved here. Have the roads improved? How about the cost of renewing license plates? Did that go down? I don’t think so. Sometimes it makes me question what happens to all of the money that is accrued from our taxes. How is it possible that our nation is trillions of dollars in debt?
I would continue pondering, but I better go rest. Now that I have worked long enough to pay my taxes, it is time to start working for food, housing, and clothing. I wonder how long I have to work to earn a vacation.