Why does the USPS has to cease to exist.
I won’t bore you with all the stories of ballot “deliveries” as you probably know them or can find about faster. Those are just the last straw on my endless frustration with postal bureaucratic stupidity.
I got a mailbox at a somewhat near mail facility in order to get mail and packages without actually having to share my real address. The process was mostly done online and the problem started at the office when I was told that nobody but me could get mail in that box. Since I am married and it would be a tragical mistake not to do so, I explained that I needed to add my wife to the box in case she wanted to use it. I was demanded proof that she lived with me, basically asking that she would come personally to show her ID. I retorted that me, as the renter of the box, was willing to grant permission to my wife and I was the one providing the name, so there was little chance of “fraud.” And to assuage his fears, I produced our car insurance card which has both our names at the same address. The Postal Minion was unconvinced, but I was more ornery so the supervisor was called and my request was granted. Even though I was a bit pissed about the ordeal, I left feeling good about the fact that our mailbox would only receive mail for me or the missus.
Guess what? We are getting mail for everybody else that uses out box number. I was dutiful and informed them that I was getting mail not mine in the box and even went to the expense of getting a RETURN TO SENDER stamp and decorate the crap out of the mail just to have it put back in my box again.
I actually logged a formal complain with the USPS who got me a formal interview with the facility supervisor to address the issue. He was polite and promised he would take care of it. And of course, I am still getting the effing envelopes.
The last one was a simple light envelope with an American flag on it. I caught a good discount and ordered it almost a month ago.
And I waited…and waited and checked the tracking and apparently a black postal hole was created in NJ:
It took the envelope 2 weeks to go from the Garden State to the Gunshine State. And then finally delivered 2 days later.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Pony Express on frigging horseback did not take this long. In fact, it could have made the trip back and forth NY to SF three times in the same amount of time in 1861 that it took my flag to make it one way in the 21st Century and with modern vehicles and flying machines.
160 years later, the USPS can’t beat delivery on horseback. So, other than fucking around with mail-in ballots, why are they needed for?