Not to be vague, but I’ve battled the IRS for a while now.

That is to say, I’m not fully in compliance and I have a mid-five figure balance.  Right now, I’m making income.  Right now my blogs are getting things done, and my blogs are selling.  I’m punching my way out, and I’ve put together a few eggs.

But, those eggs, see, they made me nervous.  The new revenue officer has found some dough.

And I spent most of Thursday trying to figure out how to hide what I had.  Take it out, put it in a safe, whatever.  It’s appocolypse money, trade for silver and gold money, yano?

Well, the novel idea struck me:  I owe more than I have.  Why not just embrase the worst possible thing.  They get my money.  Not like they’re not getting it anyway.  So what.

Now, I can earn it all back.  Now, my balance with the IRS is less than 20k.  Now, I can earn that in a month, AND support my family.  Now, I’m free because they ain’t comin’ after it.  There’s nothing for them to take.  I put my faith in God, if you will, and cast my lot with my ability to outhustle the collapse.

Because, kids, let’s face it, the silver, the little I got ain’t gonna be jack.  Getting levied?  Who cares.  Bring it on.  Doesn’t matter.

I can earn my way out of anything in the world.

I can solve any problem because I’m not a victim.

So what do you fear?  What’s the worst thing that cam happen?  If the economy gets bad, fast, what then?  Chances are, you’re making excuses by worrying too hard.

More soon, man.  More to come.  But take your punches, don’t avioid ‘em.  Chances are they won’t hurt that bad, and the mental worst case scenario is worse than the actual one.