Friday, November 09, 2007

Getting a Passport Blues

Dear Mr. Minister,I'm in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this. How is it that Future Shop has my address andtelephone number and knows that I bought a t.v. cable from them backin 1997, and yet, the Federal Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date.

For Crying out loud, do you guys do this by hand?My birthdate 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 bloody 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!

SHIT!I apologize, Mr. Minister. I'm really pissed off this morning. Between you and me, I've had enough! You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my friggin' address. What is going on? You have a gang of Neanderthals workin' there!Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don't want to dig up Yasser Arafat, for crying out loud. I just want to go and park my butt 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 bloody 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 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 asshole to confirm that it's really me on the stupid picture - you know, the one where we're not allowed to smile?!Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're totally pissed off!Signed - An Irate Canadian CitizenP.S.

Remember what I said above about the picture and getting someone to confirm that it's me? Well, my family has been in thiscountry 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 CHINA !!!

**** What makes this even funnier for me is I actually had to renew my passport this week and this is a pretty apt description of the ordeal.


Thanks Ralph B.

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