For some time we've been putting off dealing w/ various of the gov't. agencies that assist us both to stay housed, & not to become the raging homicidal maniac that our interactions w/ contemporary Western Industrial Society inevitably cause. Today we finally opened all the damn letters that have been piling up, fully intending to deal w/ the bureaucracy, & made a 'phone call. After listening to recorded messages & pushing buttons until we could get a bureaucratic humanoid instead of a bureaucratic robot, we were reminded that the offices were closed.
Fuck you, Martin Van Buren, & every other American President, ever.
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