Identity Theft

Ooooo - the comic's below the post today. Neat-o.

So, yesterday I went to the Post Office to get my passport, and as I handed over my birth certificate, driver's license, social security card, and credit card, it occurred to me that for the briefest of moments a large balding man, who was obviously displeased with his job and undoubtably in government enforced therapy so as not to snap and bring an AK-47 to work one day, had every piece of concrete evidence I existed in his possession and should he want to, he could easily destroy the proof that I am indeed alive and a citizen of this country.
As lamentable as that may be for the next four years.

Needless to say it unnerved me a little bit.