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CROCK OF ^&*%
Nothing of the kind.
That gummint drone just spoke the graven-into-stone truth.......as long as you're talking about somebody who is WHITE ANGLO SAXON CHRISTIAN NATIVE BORN AMERICAN CITIZEN.
Friend of mine has a grandson who lost his wallet along with his SS card, drivers license, etc and has been trying since January to get a humble replacement SS card.
Already had the number memorized along with his birth date, which used to be all it took.
No damn more.
My friend calls what that kid's been through a "Close order anal exam right up to his ******* tonsils" and has been shaking every government bush he can think of and the kid is STILL pretty close to being an un-person.
Guess if he went and got a real good suntan and pretended not to have English, those pukes would give him an instant SS card along with the damn key to the whole southern tier of states.
D'ya think we may just be a tad close to that bit about "...alter or abolish..." yet?
I'd guess my old buddy is......
It has definitely become ridiculously difficult to get a replacement Social Security card, if you misplace yours or have it stolen.
In NYC, you must show up in person at 123 William Street, with every possible piece of ID you can muster. If you don’t have an up-to-date state-issued ID, theoretically you cannot get a replacement SS card, but you need the SS card to get the state-issued ID. I recently went through this charade, with birth certificate, phone/computer bill, credit card, expired passport, and a few other items I can’t remember right now.
They were still iffy about it, as I stood there at the window, and finally gave in saying they would accept my expired passport even though that is not valid because older people tend to be retired and do not have as much ID as younger people. I thought possibly they were doing face-recognition while I stood there.
This is for a person who has worked and paid into Social Security since 1959, and is a second-generation citizen on one side and third-generation on the other. Half my grandparents were born here before those people behind the counter or their parents ever peed into a diaper.
God forbid I lose the thing again. I don’t think I’ll be able to do those subway stairs the next time.