Dear Mrs. Ms. or Sir:
I am 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 50+ 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 40+ 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 Mary Anne, 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 damn 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 Christ sake! 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 clear to the other end of
the city and get another damn copy of my birth certificate to the tune
of $35 just so I can make application to renew my passport.
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, something too logical for the government!
You'd rather have us running all over the place like chickens with our
heads cut off. Then, we'd 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..By the way, 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?

exactly....