'We all knew before. We‘ve known since the Arms Deal. Hell, we‘ve known since Sarafina 2. But now we know that we know' I USED to enjoy paying tax. Really, I did.It started when I realised that I wasn‘t rich enough to avoid paying tax and that I therefore had two options.My first was to get angry. I could seethe at having to hand over a large chunk of my earnings to a state that veers between incompetence and criminality and that was giving me so little in return for my money.The problem, though, was that the state didn‘t care about my feelings, so getting angry was, as the cliché goes, like taking poison and expecting my enemy to die.The second option was acceptance; but nobody wants to feel that The Man has defeated them, and so I began to experiment with a kind of idealistic denial.Instead of imagining all the bad places my money might go, I imagined the best. And what I imagined was a small school on a hill, in a beautiful part of the country.It had solar panels on the roof and...

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