Dear Sir:  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 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 birt h 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 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 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 *****' address. What is going on? 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 *** sakes. I just want to go and park my ass on a sandy beach.  And would someone please tell me, why would you give a *** 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****' 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 makes sense. You'd rather have us running all over the f****' place like chickens with our heads cut off, then find some *** to confirm that it's really me on the goddamn picture - you know, the one where we're not allowed to smile?! (***** morons)    Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're totally pissed off! 

Signed - An Irate f**** Citizen.