Typical low life dumb asses… Ms. Lynn Rivers screened me… not too bad at recovering from getting knocked off script. Funny part was when she was telling me what would happen if found guilty under section C of 1958. That’s it… section C of 1958. I pressed her on what section of the year that was, and she just kept on talking. Eventually, I got passed off to Mr. Alen Donald who also isn’t exactly the sharpest pencil in the box.
We got to the point where he wanted me to leave my phone off the hook while I went and got the government approved walmart money card, or as he calls it, a government security locker! Boy, I went round and round with him on the semantics of that - locker, card, something doesn't seem to jive there. He eventually got fed up and did the usual "you can hang up the phone now and I will have the local authorities at your door step to arrest". I reminded him that I didn't have an address, just a PO Box, and had never given him directions to my 'silo' home in the middle of the desert. Doh! So he said they would search me down and find me, blah, blah, blah... told him to pound sand, take off his clown shoes and go back to harassing goats. Click.
