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Dear Mr. Minister,
I'm in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe
this. How is it that Sears has my address and telephone number and
knows that I bought a TV from them back in 1997, and yet, the Federal
Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date.
For goddness 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 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 Smith that will never change between now and when I die!!!!!!
I apologize, Mr. Minister. I'm really pissed off this morning. Between
you an' me, I've had enough of this B.S.! You send the application to
my house, then you ask me for my friggin' address. What is going on?
Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don't want to dig
up Yasser Arafat, for dammit. I just want to go and park my rear end on a
sandy beach.
And would someone please tell me, why would you give a sweet damn 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 friggin' 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 friggin' place like chickens with our heads cut
off, then find some stupid bugger to confirm that it's really me on the goddamn
picture you know, the one where we're not allowed to smile?! (friggin'
morons)
Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're totally pissed off!
Signed - An Irate friggin' 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
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 friggin'
CHINA !!!
Yep! That's our government for you.
I'm in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe
this. How is it that Sears has my address and telephone number and
knows that I bought a TV from them back in 1997, and yet, the Federal
Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date.
For goddness 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 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 Smith that will never change between now and when I die!!!!!!
I apologize, Mr. Minister. I'm really pissed off this morning. Between
you an' me, I've had enough of this B.S.! You send the application to
my house, then you ask me for my friggin' address. What is going on?
Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don't want to dig
up Yasser Arafat, for dammit. I just want to go and park my rear end on a
sandy beach.
And would someone please tell me, why would you give a sweet damn 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 friggin' 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 friggin' place like chickens with our heads cut
off, then find some stupid bugger to confirm that it's really me on the goddamn
picture you know, the one where we're not allowed to smile?! (friggin'
morons)
Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're totally pissed off!
Signed - An Irate friggin' 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
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 friggin'
CHINA !!!
Yep! That's our government for you.
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