This letter is a thing of beauty (even if
the language is a bit rough)..
You definitely feel the guy’s pain! An
actual letter to the passport
office…
Dear Sirs,
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 cable t.v. from them back
in 1987, 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? 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 eight 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.
…………………And you want to run our
health care system?!?
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