The More I Think, the Madder I Get!

I’m not sure what makes me more mad; being lied to, being taken for a fool, or being brushed aside like a pesky little fly. Since I am a voting, taxpaying citizen of Indiana, I actually rate all three of these.

Yesterday I stopped by the Governor’s office to see if I could speak with him. I didn’t actually expect to because I had no appointment and I’m sure he is a busy man. But it doesn’t hurt to ask, right?

I ask the girl working at the desk if I could speak with our governor and she told me that he doesn’t see anyone unless they make a written request to do so. I am standing in the office and cannot make an appointment for later this week, later this month, next month, next year, or whenever. I cannot call in to make an appointment either; it has to be a written request. The more I think about that, the madder I get!

You see, first it is a lie. It has to be because if anyone who wanted to see him had to write a letter to do so nothing would ever get done. Lieutenant Governor Becky Skillman doesn’t make a written request every time she needs to speak to him, I sure any legislator that needs to talk to Governor Daniels doesn’t need to make a written request, and I’d bet you money that even lobbyists don’t have to write a letter asking for a meeting. But a voting, taxpaying citizen has to write a letter begging an audience with King Daniels.

Secondly, I was taken for a fool. This girl smiled sweetly and wrote down the governor’s mailing address for me as if to say, “Here’s my condescending story and an address, all is well at the statehouse little man.” Now I can be content and placated because I have been given a golden opportunity to see the king. Hah! My left foot I have!

Lastly, I was brushed off. You see, handing me the address was her way of dismissing me. She basically shooed me out of the office like an insect. Yeah, I could have raised a holy fuss about it all, but what good would getting arrested serve? In our state of martial law where a citizen cannot carry a state flag, pole or not, into the statehouse without getting arrested do you really think I would have stood a chance against some forty armed guards?

No, I am reduced to this; I have to write a letter to prayerfully petition his High Honor King Daniels to please, please, let me have a moment of his time. Perhaps I should sign it “Your humble servant,” because this sure as heck isn’t the way a boss should be treated by the employee; it makes me feel like he thinks I work for him somehow.

Governor Daniels, WE are YOUR boss, as a taxpaying citizen I AM YOUR BOSS, not the other way around. This is the high handed crap that reminds me how very far from the visions of the founding fathers our nation has strayed.

Well, I WILL be writing that letter requesting an audience. I guarantee you that one of the topics I bring up will be this load of horse manure!