Monday, October 26, 2009

Political Email Insertion

Once in a while a political viral email comes to me that's a cut above. This is one of them. They are rare, I admit.

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 f----in' address.

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

Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don't want to dig up Yasser Arafat,
for shitsakes. 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
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 asshole to confirm
that it's really me on the damn picture - you know,the one where we're not allowed to smile?!
(bureaucratic f---in' 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?!?

1 Comments:

At October 26, 2009 at 9:52 PM , Blogger nobody said...

The manager at Radio shack checks my Prostate for free.

 

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