How many people knew what this meant immediately?
Even people that were not alive when Charles Schultz was drawing Peanuts are familiar with the metaphor from their parents or grandparents turning them on to “Charlie Brown Christmas.”
Lucy, daring Charlie Brown to dream that this year it’s gonna be different.
He’ll actually get to kick that pigskin.
It’s going to be glorious. This satisfying impact of shoe to leather.
And alas, every year, she whips it away at the last second.
C.B. goes ass-over-teakettle.
In a comic frame of mind…
…you could overdub “We Won’t Get Fooled Again” by the Who over the video.
I think about this often when doing my chosen work.
The countless times I have to tell a couple living the home-ownership dream that they no longer have enough expenses to itemize.
Because of changes in the tax code.
Who’s holding the football?
The nice people who tell us over and over again how cool trickle-down economics is.
If the wealthy can keep their clutches on more of their wealth…
…the effects will naturally “trickle-down” to the working class.
Except, you know what?
It doesn’t work.
They’ve tried it before.
A long-damned time before, like the 80’s.
So I think about Lucy holding the football a lot.
Determined to do whatever it takes to get my clients the best result possible.
In uncertain times.
There are some cool things, too.
Like the QBID = Qualified Business Income Deduction
And the fact I can get people with a new baby an extra $500 this year.
Everybody that wants one now can have an ID Protection, or IP PIN. You don’t have to wait to already be a victim of identity theft first anymore.
The $300 above-the-line charity deduction. It should be more, but it’s something.
So as you’re running down the metaphorical field this year…
…dreaming of launching the ellipsoid through the uprights.
Keep in mind that there’s help available, and the fact that in most cases you save enough otherwise-revenue-producing time as well as aggravation to get help with your taxes.
To make the trade-off worth it.
You CAN cut your own hair, but would you be confidently happy with the results?
I’ll hold that ball for you.
Let’s kick the bloody hell out of it!