I'm
in the process of renewing my passport and still cannot believe
this. How
is it that Radio Shack has my address and telephone number and
knows that I bought a cable TV from them in 1987 (23 years ago),
and yet, the Federal Government is still asking me where I was
born and on what date. For
Christ sakes, do you guys do this
by hand? Ever heard of computers?
My
birth date you have in my social security file. It’s on EVERY income tax form I've filed
for the past 30 years. It's on my Medicare health insurance card and my
driver's license, it's on the last eight damn passports I've
had, it's on every stupid customs declaration form I've had to
fill out before being allowed off the plane for the last 30
years. And it's on all those census forms that we have to do at
election times. Would
somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother's
name is Maryanne, my father's name
is Robert and I'm reasonably confident that neither name is
likely to change between now and when I die.
Between
you an' me, I've had enough of this bureaucratic bullshit! You
send the application to my house, then you ask me for my
#*&#%*& address. What
is going on? You must have a gang of bureaucratic Neanderthal morons working there! Look
at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? And "No," I don't
want to dig up Yasser Arafat, for shit sakes. I just want to
go and park my ass on a sandy beach. And would someone please
tell me, why would you give a damn whether I plan on visiting a
farm in the next 15 days? If
I ever got the urge to do something weird to a chicken or a
goat, believe you me, I'd sure as hell not want to tell
anyone!
Well,
I have to go now because I have to go to the other end of the
city and get another #*@&#^@*@& copy of my birth
certificate to the tune of $100. Would
it be so difficult to have all the services in the same area so
I could get a new passport the same day? Nooooo, that would require planning and
organization. And it would be too
logical for the @&^*^%@% government. You'd
rather have us running all over the place like chickens with our
heads cut off. Then, we have to find some asshole to confirm that it's really me
in the damn picture - you know, the one where we're not allowed
to smile...Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're
totally pissed off!
Signed -
An Irate Citizen.
P.S.
Remember what I wrote about getting someone to confirm that the
picture is me? Well, my family has been in the United States of
America since 1776. I have served in the military for something
over 35 years and have had security clearances up the ying yang.
However, I have to get someone important to verify who I am -
you know, someone like my doctor....WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN
INDIA ! And
you assholes want to run our
health care system?????
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