Dear Mr. 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 god sakes, do you guys do this by hand?
My birth date you have on my social insurance 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 eight
goddamn 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 Maryanne, my father's name is Robert and I'd be absolutely
astounded if that ever changed between now and when I die!!!!!!
SHIT!
I apologize, Mr. Minister. 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 fuckin' address. What is going
on? You have a gang of Neanderthals assholes workin' there!
Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? 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 shit 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' place like chickens with our
heads cut off, then find some asshole to confirm that it's really
me on the goddamn picture - you know, the one where we're not allowed
to smile?!
(fuckin' morons)
Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're totally pissed off!
Signed - An Irate fucking Canadian 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 when one of my forefathers took up arms against the
Americans. I have served in the military for something over 30 years
and have had security clearances up the yingyang.
I was aide de camp to the lieutenant governor of our province for
ten years and I have been doing volunteer work for the RCMP for
about five years.
However, I have to get someone 'important' to verify who I am -
you know, someone like my doctor WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN COMMUNIST
fucking CHINA!!!
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