still cannot believe this. How is it that Radio Shack has my address and
telephone number and knows that I bought a t.v. Cable from them back in
1997, and yet, the Federal Government is still asking me where I was born
and on what date. For crying out loud, do you guys do this by hand? My
birth
date, you have on my social insurance card, on all the income tax forms
I've
filed for the past 30 years, my health insurance card, my driver's
licence,
on the last eight bloody passports I've had, on all those stupid customs
declaration forms I've had to fill out before being allowed off the
planes
over the last 30 years, and all those insufferable census forms that are
done at election times. Would somebody please take note, once and for
all,
that my mother's name is Martha my father's name is Carl and I'd be
absolutely astounded if that ever changed between now and when I die!
Man!
I
apologize, Mr. Minister. I'm really ticked off this morning. Between you
an'
me, I've had enough! You send the application to my house, then you ask
me
for my freakin' address. What is going on? You have a gang of
Neanderthals
workin' there?! Look at my picture. Do I look like Ben Laden? I don't
want
to dig up Yasser Araft, for crying out loud. I just want to go and park
my
butt on a sandy beach. And would someone please tell me, why would you
care
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
not want to tell anyone! Well, I have to go now, 'cause I have to go to
the
other end of the city and get another copy of my birth certificate, to
the
tune of $60! Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the
same
spot to assist in the issuance of a new passport the same day?? Nooooo,
that'd be too easy! You'd rather have us running all over the place like
chickens with our heads cut off, then find some bozo to confirm that it's
really me on the stupid picture - you know, the one where we're not
allowed
to smile?! Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're ticked off! Signed -
An
Irate Citizen
