Can we PLEASE extend "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" to the IRS??

I simply love all the strutting around, the political preening, the blabbering and moral indignation being slathered on like buttah from the Great Seers and the Senators regarding the "repeal" of "Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell". Ignoring for the moment that these self-same Divas of the Defense Department are the same ones whose skivvies get all twisted and start screeching that NO federal statute or law can be repealed (think "Obamacare"), I’d like to see their huffing and puffing be more widely disseminated, and applied to other similar situations. Like, over the entire Tax Code.

Tell you what: If the IRS doesn’t ask me how much money I make, I won’t tell them.

This hysterically circumspect behavior toward those of a non-Euclidean bent cracks me up, especially from the same government that pretends there is this barely detectable inherent right to privacy that emanated from the penumbra if you want an abortion, but no such right exists if you don’t want the same damned  government from knowing (-to the penny) how much money you make.

Of course, pointing out the hypocrisy of the Gubment is like pointing out the raindrops during a thunderstorm: it all gets rather predictable and boring. Yes, there is a right to privacy, if you want to kill your baby in the womb, but not if you are a male who is just turning 18, in which case, your right to privacy ends where the post office begins, and Selective Service makes you register for the draft. And, certainly, there is not a right to privacy, if you want to have a three-gallon flush toilet.  "Sign zee pahpers, Old Man, and you can have zee toilet!"

"Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell." Hmm. Alrightee…

Don’t ask me my speed when I’m driving, and I won’t tell you. Don’t ask me if I have a driver’s license, and I won’t tell you. Don’t ask me how old I am when I buy a bottle of wine, and I won’t tell you. Don’t ask me for a prescription when I want a case of 1,500mg tables of Oxy-Codone, and I won’t tell you. Don’t ask me if I have a building permit when I add onto my garage, and I won’t tell you. Don’t ask me if I have C-4 tucked in my BVD’s when I go to the airport, and I won’t tell you.

I know, I know. "Unit Cohesion" won’t suffer if "Don’t Blab, Don’t Probe" is repealed.  Blah, blah, blah. The same body of logic might, just might, be applied to the IRS.