Australian Letter of the Year….

This is an actual letter sent to the DFAT (Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade) Immigration Minister. The Rudd Government tried desperately to censor the author, but got nowhere because every legal person who reads it nearly wet themselves laughing!

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 also on my driver’s licence, 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 planes
over the past 30 years.

It’s also on 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 fucking astounded if that ever
changed between now and when I drop dead!!!…

SHIT! What do you people do with all this information we keep having to provide??

I apologise, Mr. Minister. But I’m really pissed off this morning.
Between you and me, I’ve had enough of all this bullshit!

You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my fucking address!!
What the hell is going on with your mob? Have you got a gang of mindless
Neanderthal arseholes working 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 shit whether or not I plan on visiting a farm in the
next 15 days? In the unlikely event 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
fucking 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??
Nooooo.. that ‘d be too fucking easy and makes far too much sense.
You would much prefer to have us running all over the place like chickens with our
fucking heads cut off, and then having to find some ‘high-society’ wanker 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 fucking 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 for 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 FUCKING 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 fucking idiots!