Until now I've never complained about taxes, though I complain often about people who complain about taxes.
When April 15 looms each year, I treat it the same way as other unpleasant chores like cleaning the bathroom ... figuratively close my eyes, avert the conscious mind, let the hands do the work, get it done fast.
Today, for the first time, I felt a "political-level" irritation about federal taxes.
Not about the amount as such, because my tiny income leads to a bearable income tax payment. The irritation came when I made out the check to "Treasury of US", knowing that the head of the Treasury is a Wall Street Mafia gangster who deliberately evaded his own income tax payments and got away with it.