Census 2010

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Sun, 02 May 2010 11:13:55 GMT  <== Politics ==> 

On Thursday, a gentle 70-year-old guy came to my door. My daughter answered, and came to get me, telling me a guy was here from the census. I went to the door, stood at the threshold of the mud room, and told him, "The answer is four." He said that it was his job to keep asking until I answered his questions. I told him it was my job to keep saying "four" until he went away, or to close the door in his face if he took too long to do that. We had an enjoyable conversation, and he managed to get my age out of me, by calling me a "young guy" (which I guess I was to him), but he got nothing else from me. Then my wife came out, and rescued him from my anarchist tentacles, and I went back inside and back to work. She told me later that she answered all his questions, including my name, which I asked her not to tell, and that my race was "white". I was annoyed that she told him my name, over my explicit request to the contrary, but I was downright angry that she told them that I'm "white". My race is "human". Period.

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Why would you allow someone

Submitted by George Donnelly on Sun, 02 May 2010 14:09:36 GMT

Why would you allow someone so close to you to sell you out like that, as if you were some kind of nutty crank to be sent away when the grownups are talking?

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Betrayal......

Submitted by One Random Guy on Sun, 02 May 2010 14:48:33 GMT

Women can always be trusted to point directly to where the Jews are hiding in the interest of "avoiding a conflict". Mr. Vanderboegh hit the nail on the head with his observation that a woman keeps no secrets but her own. I have not met one yet I would trust with location of my parked car, much less anything important. For bonus Firefly points you could have yelled "Curse your sudden and inevitable betrayal!"

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There is an ancient

Submitted by Windpressor on Mon, 03 May 2010 17:27:59 GMT

There is an ancient encounter, a matter of public record archived and duplicated across a broad spectrum of media, that tells of an interview with a wife and questions of the adequacy of being simply "human". If memory serves, I think a fine garden home was lost among other much debatable matters of no small consequence to the man.

I dislike surveys and forms that box me in, from thinking outside the box as we are supposedly encouraged, with limited multi-choice boxes that lack "other" or "none of the above". If I do, on rare occasion submit to such an inquiry, I add an additional check box and supply an "X" therein.

"Grrrrr" ... and yeah, "human" has also been my answer where possible.

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