This comic only hints at what I had to go through to get both my driver’s license and my car registration renewed at the Missouri Department of Motor Vehicles this week.
To get my driver’s license renewed, I had to present a birth certificate to prove I’m a U.S. citizen, a utility bill (or in my case, a jury notice) to prove I really live where I say I do, and my Social Security card to prove I’m on the grid. (Since I still have the name I was born with, I didn’t have to present a marriage license. Gak.) And I had to wait in a long line. And I had to pay them money.
To get my tags renewed, I had to present property tax receipts for 2004 and 2005, proof that my car is insured, and proof that my car passed the state vehicle inspection. And I had to wait in a second long line. And I had to pay them money.
Ain’t freedom a beautiful thing? I’m so proud to have helped ensure the safety of my fellow Americans by proving I am one. At least they didn’t ask me to prove that I can drive the damn thing, eat a cheeseburger, talk on a cellphone, change the radio station, and flip off my fellow drivers at the same time without ending up in a ditch. Geez.