This is the day when it becomes crystal clear that “Government by the people” actually means “Government paid for by the people.” On April 15 we are all required to make our involuntary contribution towards another year of Washington chaos, no matter what it costs, and of course we should feel wonderful about that. My own contribution to the gigantic money-laundering machine in D.C. is financially insignificant. It will scarcely pay a senator’s salary for a week. But it comes at a psychological price. In order to appease the IRS, I have to live the year 2018 all over again. I hate this. Let the past bury the past, is my motto. But no, it all has to be dragged out again for the accountant’s inspection – every mile driven, every hotel bill, every desperate call to the computer consultant, every medical co-pay – it’s all laid out there in a big file of receipts, twelve months of life reduced to numbers. What’s worse, the numbers don’t change much from year to year. Not only is the world