BRAINPAN LEAKAGE

I can actually understand the reason for a census. It makes sense, it really does. Some of the questions that some of us will be asked, however, I do have problems with.

But, that’s a different topic and one that I will deal with myself.

Right now, I’m interested in the money.

Now, since I know that a census is necessary, I know that the money has to be spent to take one. No biggie there. But, by the same token, I also know that we have a huge deficit, a president who is trying to pay for health care reform and a bailout (for which he is not ENTIRELY to blame), and we deal every day with a bastardized version of what our government really should be. However, my personal politics aren’t the issue here either… Hell, I’ve made no secret that I wrote my wife’s name in on the ballot during the last presidential election because I didn’t feel confident in any of the candidates.

No… We’re just coming back to the money…

So, although the CIA / NSA / HS data miners will probably add me to the terrorist watch lists for having the gall to post this blog, I have a question:

How much did it cost taxpayers to send out this letter and was it REALLY necessary?

Yeah, okay, that was two questions… But, come on folks. Between paper, envelopes, postage, printing, electricity, and everything that was necessary to accomplish this “pre-emptive warning of impending census” don’t you think maybe we could have paid for a few of those “snow days” or something like that?

More to come…

Murv

Hamster Month Continues on Brainpan Leakage…

Image Copyright © M. R. Sellars – This would be the only Merp Toon I took great pains to schedule chronologically in this blog series. This took place the first February I worked for the new company – on February 20th, in fact, as noted in the caption. On that day the staff of the new workplace surprised me with a mess of off-key singing and morning donuts.

For those of you who may not have caught on, today is my birthday. Back then I was turning 34. Today, I’m not. Believe me, I’d like to be turning 34 – as long as I could know what I now know. Know what I mean, ya’ know? Unfortunately, Merp still hasn’t perfected the Wayback Machine – except on paper and dry erase board of course.

More to come…

Murv