CONTRIBUTION · 31st March 2011
Iím in the process of getting a passport and ensuring I am registered to vote, and still cannot believe this.
How is it that Radio Shack has my address and telephone number and knows that I bought a TV 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 Iíve filed for the past 30 years. It is on my health insurance card, my driverís license, on the last eight damn passports Iíve had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms Iíve 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 motherís name is Maryanne, my fatherís name is Robert and Iíd be absolutely astounded if that ever changed between now and when I die!
I apologize, Mr. Minister but Iím really upset this morning. Between you aní me, Iíve had enough of this bull! You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my address. What is going on? You have a gang of Neanderthals workiní there?
Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I donít want to dig up Yasser Arafat, for heavens sakes. I just want to go and park my butt 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, Iíd sure not want to tell anyone!
Well, I have to go now, ícause 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, thatíd be too damn easy and maybe make sense. Youíd rather have us running all over the friggení place like chickens with our heads cut off, then find someone to confirm that itís really me on the picture Ė you know, the one where weíre not allowed to smile?!
Hey, now you know why we canít smile!
Signed Ė An Irate Canadian Citizen.
P.S. Remember what I said above about the picture and getting someone to confirm that itís 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 Ďimportantí to verify who I am Ė you know, someone like my doctor WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN COMMUNIST CHINA!!!