The mail came today at almost 4 p.m. Ya never know when it'll arrive around here, sometimes 10 a.m., sometimes as late as 6 p.m. So I opened it after dinner, and there was a notice from the State of Vermont. I must present my papers (again) before January 4th or never darken their doorstep again. I must call between the hours of 8:15 and 4 p.m. but they aren't open Monday. Which means I must call Tuesday the 3rd, and make arrangements for them to have copies of:
- Identification- SS card, state ID card, birth certificate AND driver's license.
-All wages received in the last 30 days (none)
-Income statements from everyone who's giving me money (none)
-Statements from all unearned income
-my phone bill with my name on it
-expenses for being a boarder or paying child support (??? did they read my paperwork?)
-statements from all bank accounts (I have one account- checking- which I already declared)
-stock and investment statements (oh sure, I'm the Monopoly man)
-car payments (right, one of my legs doesn't work but it's not bad enough to get a disability car)
-Receipts for my current paid rent or mortgage coupon book
-property tax and fire insurance premiums
Well, isn't that special. What miserable virgin nerd made these requirements? I've worked and paid and supported this freakin country since I was able (at 14) and stopped when I wasn't able anymore (at 49). Believe me if I had my druthers I'd still be working. Even with the Chauvinist Born Again Christian Rubberhead I had for a boss and all the hell that place put us through over the union drive, I'd still be there. I never thought my body would quit on me, I was always so physically strong. I've been an elected and appointed political office holder in 2 states. And this is the treatment I get. Like a common suspected criminal. Welcome to Amerika. Where are your papers?
It reminds me of a few years ago- an article in the local paper about Little League applications. They asked for so much ID that the pointed question, "Are you now or have you ever been a second grader?" has become a catchphrase.
MYSTERIOUS GARDEN
1 year ago
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Your plight sounds strangely similar to something I recently went thru with Allstate, which decided to inspect my old house after 30 years of leaving me in peace. You're dealing with a bureaucracy composed of many levels and generations of bureaucrats whose main job is to save their own asses. At some point the entire system is saturated with saved asses, which consolidate into a single gigantic ass. There are no jackboots beneath. Give it what it wants and it blubberates away.
A single gigantic ass! That somehow explains a lot. LOL Happy '12 Geo.!
Could they not wait until the season of closed doors is over to start this insanity?
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