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 Christ 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!!!!!!
****************!
I apologize, Mr. Minister. I'm really ****************ed 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 f---in' address. What is going on? You
have a
gang of Neanderthal ****************************s workin' there!
Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don't want to
dig up
Yasser Arafat, for **************** 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 **************** 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 f---in' 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 f---in' place like chickens with our heads cut
off,
then find some **************************** to confirm that it's really me on the goddamn
picture
- you know, the one where we're not allowed to smile?! (f---in'
morons)
Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're totally ****************ed off!
Signed - An Irate f---ing 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 f---ing
CHINA
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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 Christ 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!!!!!!
****************!
I apologize, Mr. Minister. I'm really ****************ed 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 f---in' address. What is going on? You
have a
gang of Neanderthal ****************************s workin' there!
Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don't want to
dig up
Yasser Arafat, for **************** 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 **************** 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 f---in' 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 f---in' place like chickens with our heads cut
off,
then find some **************************** to confirm that it's really me on the goddamn
picture
- you know, the one where we're not allowed to smile?! (f---in'
morons)
Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're totally ****************ed off!
Signed - An Irate f---ing 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 f---ing
CHINA
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