Wednesday, December 18, 2019

I had a moment of bureacraphobia

Property tax time means a trip to the county office and dealing with the bottleneckers. I needed three trips to find a quiet moment. Paid on a credit card and had to use putin_tech.govsystems.rat, give up my personal goodies.

I fear they will trap me, keep me bottlenecked in their lair, make me bleed pension payments. I have  a genetic condition, particular to Rednecks from the Kentuck Mountains, an inbreeding issue.

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