Itís exciting to be part of the 2010 U.S. census. Iím not much of a joiner, but this is a club I donít mind belonging to. Iíll probably skip the meetings, though.
The form I got today wasnít supposed to be this easy. I was prepared to make up answers to all sorts of intrusive questions, but there isnít even anything there I can lie about. My age? Heck, Iím proud to be almost 30. My race? Only if I thought there would be some benefit to it. Benefit to members of whichever race I chose, that is, not to myself. Iím a liberal, after all.
They do allow you to invent your own race, if youíre not satisfied with any of the choices on the form. I wonder how many Klingons and Romulans will be reporting their presence amongst us. Or Philistines, or Franciscans, or Booleans or Euclideans. What would they do if I wrote ďHumanĒ in the little boxes? Seriously, ďWhiteĒ? Booorrrringgg!
Now that the Supreme Court tells us corporations are people, I have to wonder what race they are. They are being counted, arenít they?