Like Nike says: “Just do it!”
I find it hard to understand the concept that the census can ask for nearly every intimate detail to the point of almost asking the color of my pubic hair but cannot ask whether I am an American citizen. We truly live in Bizarro world, either that or I am one cranky old man, I am growing sicker and sicker of this PC era. I have pleasant daydreams of going back to living in a shack out in the boonies.