Good ole Government BullS**t

The Cleaner

Vetran Washer 30 Years Plus
Dear Sirs,

I'm in the process for the 10th time of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this shit.

How is it that Radio Shack where I bought a cable t.v. from back in 1987 still has my address and telephone number and knows who I am, and yet, the Federal Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date.

For shit's sake, do you guys do this by hand? My birth date you have on my social security card, and it is on all the income tax forms I've filed for the past 30 years. It is on my health insurance card, my driver's license, on the last nine damn passports I've had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I've had to fill out before being allowed off the plane 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 Maryanne, my father's name is Robert and I'd be absolutely astounded if that ever changed between now and when I die!!!!!!

I apologize, I'm really pissed off this morning. Between you an' me, I've had enough of this bullshit! You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my address.

What is going on? Do you have a gang of Neanderthal asses working there!

Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don't want to dig up Yasser Arafat, I just want to go and park my ass 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 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 damn easy and maybe make sense. You'd rather have us running all over the place like chickens with our heads cut off, then find some idiot to confirm that it's really me on the damn picture - you know, the one where we're not allowed to smile?! (bureaucratic morons) Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're totally pissed off!

Signed - An Irate Citizen.

P.S.. Remember what I said above about the picture and getting someone to confirm that it's me? Well, my family has been in this country since 1776 ........I have served in the military for something over 30 years and have had security clearances up the yingyang..........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 !

Sincerely,

You Sure In The Hell Should Know Who I Am.......................
 
:thud:Bummer......

Did you use the fast track service or standard. You can try to use an expedited service, they charge like $200.00 but get the job done.

Are you trying to get a visa as well? You will need to contact local embassy for that. Which actually is pretty easy for most countries.

And remember don't lose that passport, or you'll get a visit from the men in black.

Good luck.
 
Oh wait until he gets pulled out for a TSA screening. When I was coming home from Hawaii a few weeks ago, I was wearing a knee brace. I told them before I went through the metal detector that I had a knee brace on. Of course, they needed to wand me. I was cool with that, I even understood. But then I was asked if I wanted a private room. I had watched the precious couple of people get searched, so I was cool with the search, I mean it was for my own safety, right?
Pretty soon, my body was being caressed by this guy. He was pulling out the top of my pants, patted every inch, and I mean EVERY inch of my body, and kept asking if I wanted a private room. I was thinking heck no, I want to be out here where everyone can see. It was crazy, and in the end, I had a knee brace, and a tsp inspector had a more intimate knowledge of my body then my doctor does.
 
Oh wait until he gets pulled out for a TSA screening. When I was coming home from Hawaii a few weeks ago, I was wearing a knee brace. I told them before I went through the metal detector that I had a knee brace on. Of course, they needed to wand me. I was cool with that, I even understood. But then I was asked if I wanted a private room. I had watched the precious couple of people get searched, so I was cool with the search, I mean it was for my own safety, right?
Pretty soon, my body was being caressed by this guy. He was pulling out the top of my pants, patted every inch, and I mean EVERY inch of my body, and kept asking if I wanted a private room. I was thinking heck no, I want to be out here where everyone can see. It was crazy, and in the end, I had a knee brace, and a tsp inspector had a more intimate knowledge of my body then my doctor does.

:rotflmao1::rotflmao1: I know what your going through I have several knee braces.

And a Titanium Rod in my femur...oh what fun that is for these clowns :banghead::banghead:
 
Oh wait until he gets pulled out for a TSA screening. When I was coming home from Hawaii a few weeks ago, I was wearing a knee brace. I told them before I went through the metal detector that I had a knee brace on. Of course, they needed to wand me. I was cool with that, I even understood. But then I was asked if I wanted a private room. I had watched the precious couple of people get searched, so I was cool with the search, I mean it was for my own safety, right?
Pretty soon, my body was being caressed by this guy. He was pulling out the top of my pants, patted every inch, and I mean EVERY inch of my body, and kept asking if I wanted a private room. I was thinking heck no, I want to be out here where everyone can see. It was crazy, and in the end, I had a knee brace, and a tsp inspector had a more intimate knowledge of my body then my doctor does.


Now I won't be able to sleep with that picture in my mind. :yikes:
 
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