Damn The Rules!

So, I've been trying to get a new ID for the last two weeks. To get your birth certificate from the State of California you have to get a notorized letter verifying you are you.... then you wait for them to get that and the application together, which in my case took more than a week cuz they lost the notorized from. I'm glad I was a pitbull about followup ( I used to work for the government and know how easy it is for anything to get all SNAFU real quick) because instead of picking up the phone and calling to tell me about the form, they sent a letter via USPS. SNAIL MAIL for god's sake! So, after sending a new form, and actually talking to someone in LA, the birth certificate arrived today..... HURRAYYYYY!!! It was off to the DMV. All I wanted was a State ID card. Something that would tell the bankers that I really was me, even though I have a ton of things that tell them that. Opps, state issued driver's licenses that have expired don't count, even though it was all legal and shit for ten years. What difference can days make, it is still me on the front! So, I digress..... I take my certified copy of my birth certificate, my SS card, letters from government agencies addressed to me (to insure that I do live here in Portland) and my military discharge, dated July 1981,(guess that expiration date doesn't count) to the office. They certify all the documents, take my money, and give me a temporary card. It's paper! So, now that I have that silly thing that is "valid" I call the bank only to be told that I am not yet a real person. "You have to wait until you get the permanent one. They still haven't varified that you are you." WHAT? Not me. I've danced their dance, paid the fee, got the paper, and I'm still a non-person. I know that all the uncle sugars: local, state, and federal, want to make sure that terrorist money does not get cleaned here in the good old USofA. I know that there is a big bru-ha-ha about undocumented workers from Latin American countries, but I'm not a terrorist, or a moneylaunderer, or a citizen of any of the countries whose people we want to keep out. I'm a middle aged half breed American Indian and a Vietnam Veteran. What is suspect about that? If my house was a crime scene, there's enough documentation to covict me of a capital crime, I'll guarantee that. I have my high school transcripts, college too, my military records, letters from the veteran's hospital, some old IDs from jobs that have my picture and my name and even my SSN. I have the passport I got at 18 when I traveled Europe after graduation. I know any of that would be admitted in a court law, but none of it is good enough to get me a bank account. So here's to Homeland Security, FUCK YOU! I can't cash my check and pay my bills and put some money back into this sorry fucking capitalist economy that is drifting towards the toilet in rapid fashion. You are the bain of my existance. I deserve better.... I deserve respect for my service to this country. I deserve a BANK ACCOUNT!