If you’re like me, and you are going to tell the Gubmint to pound sand when it comes to this ridiculous census, here’s something to keep in mind:
When the census taker comes to your door (because you’ve been throwing the mailed out form in the garbage repeatedly) he/she is probably going to be an ACORN member who has starry-eyed statist visions of serving The Messiah. My plan is to be disarmingly nice (initially) as I ask for some form of ID. After all, before I give out all that personal information I want to be sure I’m dealing with an honest-to-gosh representative of his Imperial Majesty!
If I get any hesitation from the census taker, while still being very nice and polite, I’ll point out ever so gently that he/she is asking for much more than just my ID; a strong implication of quid pro quo as it were.
Once I get the person’s name (and hopefully their address too) it’s my intention to do a major Dr. Jekyll / Mr. Hyde changeover:
“You’re outta your %$#@ing mind if you think I’m going to tell you a damn thing about me and my family, or give all my personal information to a rotten government headed by a corrupt Marxist jackass from Chicago. Now get the hell off my property, and don’t come back until you’ve read and understood the US Constitution!”
Yeah yeah... I know it won't make a bit of difference. But just the thought makes me feel good.
Friday
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2 comments:
I'll go for that.
It occurs to me that a taunt towards the census taker may also be warranted along the lines of: "NOW I know a little about YOU too! How do like them apples!"
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