With 2010 being a Census year and my current (let’s be honest) under-employment following the 2008-2009 year of technical unemployment (and underpaid freelance), a couple people have suggested that I apply to be a US Census worker. I’ve declined. I support the Census and all, but being a young woman out on the streets, alone? When people with a gripe against the Census who can’t pass an IQ test can pass a 7-day waiting period?
As it turns out, I was right to be concerned about safety. My dad, bored with retirement, did apply to be a Census worker. And yesterday, he was attacked.
In the course of his duties, Dad approached a house out in the California desert and was met by one of its residents. Though friendly at first, this resident grabbed the Census form out of Dad’s hand and attempted to destroy it. After a brief struggle, Dad managed to recover the remainder of the form. Determined to fulfill his task, he returned to his car to fetch an intact form, only to have the resident follow him and, bizarrely, jump up on the hood of the car.
So who was this rebel, this American thumbing his nose at the federal government, this (I suspect) teabagger? Fortunately, we have a photo of him, so if you see this villain, steer well clear!
Truth really is stranger than fiction at times!
(Photo courtesy Photos8.com; no, it’s not the actual assailant.)