Australian Letter of the Year.

I don't usually repost things, but this one takes the cake. 

Read and enjoy.

Dear Mr. Minister,

I'm in the process of renewing my passport and still cannot believe this.

How is it that K-Mart has my address and telephone number, and knows that I bought a Television Set and Golf Clubs 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 in my Medicare Information, and it is on all the income tax forms I've filed for the past 40 years.  It is on my driver's license, on the last eight passports I've ever had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I've had to fill out before being allowed off of the planes over the last 30 years, and all those insufferable census forms that I've filled out every 5 years since 1966.

Also...would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother's name is Audrey, my Father's name is Jack, and I'd be absolutely f*cking astounded if that ever changed between now and when I drop dead!!!...

SH*T!

I apologize, Mr. Minister.  But I'm really p*ssed off this morning.  Between you an' me, I've had enough of all this bullsh*t!  You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my f*cking address!!  What the hell is going on with your mob?  Have you got a gang of mindless Neanderthal a*seholes workin' there!

And another thing, look at my damn picture.  Do I look like Bin Laden?  I can't even grow a beard for God's sakes.  I just want to go to New Zealand and see my new granddaughter.  (Yes, my son interbred with a Kiwi girl). And would someone please tell me, why would you give a sh*t whether I plan on visiting a farm within the next 15 days?  If I ever got the urge to do something weird to a sheep or a horse, 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*cking copy of my birth certificate, and to part with another $80 for the privilege of accessing MY OWN INFORMATION!

Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the same spot, to assist in the issuance of a new passport on the same day??  Noooo... that'd be too f*cking easy and makes far too much sense.  You would much prefer to have us running all over the place like chickens with our f*cking heads cut off, and then having to find some high society w*nker to confirm that it's really me in the goddamn photo!  You know the photo...the one where we're not allowed to smile?!... you f*cking morons

Signed - An Irate Australian Citizen.

P.S Remember what I said above about the picture, and getting someone in high-society to confirm that it's me?  Well, my family has been in this country since before 1850! In 1856, one of my forefathers took up arms with Peter Lalor.  (You do remember the Eureka Stockade!!) I have also served in both the CMF and regular Army something over 30 years (I went to Vietnam in 1967), and still have high security clearances.  I'm also a personal friend of the president of the RSL...and Lt. General Peter Cosgrove sends me a Christmas card each year.

However, your rules require that I have to get someone 'important' to verify who I am; You know...someone like my doctor; WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN F*CKING PAKISTAN!!!....a country where they either assassinate or hang their ex-Prime Ministers, and are suspended from the Commonwealth for not having the 'right sort of government'.  

You are all F*cking idiots.

Enough Said.

- The BITCH - 

To Medicate, or not to Medicate?

In this day and age, we all seem to be popping pills whenever the road gets rough.  We take them for our headaches, our muscle aches.  We take them when we get sick, and when we don't get better.  We take them when we can't think straight, or we can't think at all.  

Whenever we feel a twinge that lets us know that we aren't happy or happy, we bundle everyone into the car and head off to the doctors to see what they can do to fix us.

What's wrong with this?  Maybe the fact that we are slowly - or maybe not so slowly killing ourselves!  We wonder why our doctors don't take time with us, or really listen to what we are saying before writing that prescription. 

Think about this : "With 3,480 pages of fine print, the physicians' desk reference (aka PDR) is not a quick read.  That's because it contains every piece of information on more than 4,000 prescription medications."

How do we expect our doctors to know all this?  Maybe we need to learn how to live without popping pills again.

One last thought: Have we really increased our life expectancy?  Do you see the average person living to 90?  The truth of the matter is that we are saving more people that would have died earlier in life than say 50 years ago.  That means that they live longer, but you don't necessarily.

Enough Said.

- The BITCH -