Don't you worry about "wasting tax payer money" on this nonsense. The only folks wasting OUR money are the feds and their minions with their repeated harassment of the citizenry. First they spent millions, killing many trees, to send letters telling us they would be sending the census forms soon. Then they spent millions more, killing many more trees, and sent the census forms. Then they spent billions sending their little fascists out to harass you in their gas guzzling vehicles up to 6 times, or more.
The *blanks* have been here at least 8 times that I can recall, probably closer to 10 or 11. I now document when they show up, type of vehicle and plate numbers when I can, as well as a brief description of the illustrious enumerator. When I tell them to get off my property they leave, albeit after a couple of feeble attempts to speak.
On June 15th after ridding my property of the “Big Guy” that has been here 3 times now in his BIG truck, I called the census bureau and lodged a complaint regarding what I now considered harassment by their little puppets. (I guess they figured I would be intimidated by the “Big Guy” after running off the little older lady 2 or 3 times.) After explaining that everyone that resides at this property address had filled in their census form with the number of people residing at the address and had sent them in, in a timely manner, I was assured we would not be bothered again. After reiterating I had fulfilled my constitutional duty and will not accept census personnel on my property, nor will I give any further information, I was told the census is about over and I would not be inconvenienced again. He did say they were trained to go back 6 times. When I asked why, if the forms had already been sent in, I got no satisfactory answer.
On July 2nd a pretty young thing in a HUGE black SUV showed up as I was working outside. I looked up and asked if she was a census person. When she responded in the affirmative, I pointed to her SUV and told her to leave…get off my property! She tried to say something about having a few questions and I informed her I don’t care what questions she has I’m not answering anything further than what was answered on the census form I mailed in before the deadline. After a few more attempts on her part to speak, I finally started yelling, repeatedly saying get off my property now…leave right now…get in your vehicle and get out. She then left. I attempted to contact the census bureau, but all lines were busy or they were tied up.
July 3rd yet another woman showed up. This one was a major b---h, with a capital B. Long story short with few details, as this may not be over yet, she was here 45 minutes or close to it. She was told to leave…to get off my property at least 20 times. She stood like a statue in my driveway glaring at me if I walked out onto the porch.
The police were called – and never showed up until last night. The head census office for this area was called and I spoke to the supervisor and let him talk to her. He informed me that he told her to leave as that is what they are trained to do when a resident instructs them to do so. He said he would contact her field supervisor and another head person and this would be dealt with. He told me to call him back in 10 minutes, since I wouldn’t give him my number, and he would let me know the outcome of those calls.
15 minutes later I called him back as the bumper of her car cleared my driveway. He was furious she had not left immediately after speaking to him. Then I told him the tirade she launched before leaving telling me I had no right to fly “that flag” or speak about the constitution as I had no respect for either. I went into the house slamming the doors as she stood in my driveway screaming at a closed door for another 5-7 minutes.
Wow. These people are out of control and you showed remarkable restraint. Especially with the last one.
Quite a story there. Stay safe man.
Strange. I’ve had repeated calls and notes, but have only had a face-to-face with a census worker yesterday. Wanted to “go over my answers to assess overall accuracy rate”. When informed that my answers were correct, he glared at me and propped my door open with his foot. I politely but firmly informed him multiple times we were done with the conversation, and he finally left.