Entrepreneurs: Any ideas on unloading that backpack?

This looks onerous. Poor Sam. I feel for him. Wait...I AM him.

Entrepreneur? Check.
Tax burdened? Check.
Stick figure? Not today.

So we have a few things to differentiate us, like I have stronger thigh muscles. Strike that. I have thigh muscles. It doesn't, however, aid in that uphill climb. Every year, as per the year I started working for myself, I have a tax burden over my head that never vanishes.

I've tried paying it. But it only comes back around.
I've tried shooing if off with a broom. But hairy rodents don't scare easy.

It never goes away. I get it paid barely in time to pay it again. Over and over again I take out my checkbook, scratch out a number that should be going toward my mortgage or my vehicle repairs or my business future, and send it to the government never to be seen or heard from again.

That's the life of an American who creates their own income.

Yes. It can be done.
No. It is not easy.
Stop. Talking if you've never been self-employed.

We, the risk takers of the country, are dogged from daylight to dusk to "share" our wealth. Believe me, if I had wealth, I'd have no problem sharing it...with organizations and people of my choosing. Why? Because it's my money. And I've earned every single penny.

Understand me fully, please. I work for myself because I love it. And because welfare sounds dreadful. My clients are stellar. My work is challenging. My schedule is my own. Sort of.

This is what I was created to do. To be on my own. To face the wind and walk against it. To carve out a place for myself, even if that means one divot of a foothold at a time. Besides, I suck as an employee. Truly. Suck.

Here, among the rolling hills and stick-tights of self-employment, I survive best. But it certainly isn't due to a supportive government. It's in spite of them. (Which makes no sense since they reap the rewards of my success. You don't bite the hand that pays your taxes.) I survive because God deems it so. Because a repressive government hasn't beaten me yet. Because I'm just stubborn that way.

But how long? (shoulder shrug) That's a question all entrepreneurs live with. That's a question we wake up with in the morning and tuck into bed with us at night. And then it steals the covers.

If, at any time, you hear a non-job creator touting the moral high ground of shared wealth, introduce them to Sam. He's the one making their world possible. When he refuses to get back up again, no one gets back up.

That's a lot of responsibility for a cartoon.