Financial quandary Filing taxes shouldn’t become a goal in life Recently, I’ve been having horrible nightmares that I’m going to die before I accomplish my two goals in life: Conducting the Boston Symphony Orchestra with socks on my ears and figuring out my taxes. The first goal is at least plausible, but I’m afraid the latter is a lost cause. I’m not the brightest man in the world when it comes to calculating numbers. I have trouble counting my testicles and getting the same number twice. With this in mind, it’s amazing that the government thinks I’ll be able to file my taxes on my own. I never have been able to understand those confusing tax forms; I might as well be looking at ancient Babylonian rap lyrics. Fortunately for me, salvation lies ahead. This just so happens to be the election year of the flat tax, and almost every candidate is in favor of this overdue idea. I was and am baffled by the current tax system, so it’s probably wise that I don’t try to grasp the ideas behind this new one. I don’t know whom it helps or whom it sticks it to. Quite frankly, I don’t give a hoot. All I know is that I’ve heard that it is easier, which, coincidentally, is the main criterion I look for in a candidate’s agenda: “And furthermore, I will make things easier for Steve.” As I understand it, the proposed flat-tax plan would require that everyone pay the government a flat fee of 93.7 percent of their yearly income. Now that’s what I call simple. (Editor’s note: The plan also has provisions that limit the number of people Hillary Clinton can fire for no reason to 37 a month. Also, I have every reason to believe that Steve Willey “If the IRS calls, tell them you are