89coupe
01-25-2007, 05:17 PM
Dear Mr. Prime Minister,
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 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 Yvonne, my father's name is Frank 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 damn picture. Do I look like
Ben Laden? I don't want to dig up Yasser Arafat, 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 as hell 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 bloody 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 Citize
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 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 Yvonne, my father's name is Frank 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 damn picture. Do I look like
Ben Laden? I don't want to dig up Yasser Arafat, 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 as hell 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 bloody 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 Citize