Really late with the comic today, because… oof.
Zach got pulled over yesterday. In getting pulled over, it was revealed that his license is long, long expired. This is a problem he’s tried to fix, but cannot, because his birth certificate and his social security card disagree about the spelling of the word “Zachary.” Bureaucracy does not motivate Zach the way massive tickets do, however, so in order to get some of the cost of this snafu waived, he’s scrambling around the state (with me playing chauffeur) trying desperately to get his paperwork into such a state that the DMV will say, “Yes, you are Zach, a real person who exists, please take the driving exam now.”
We have hit an infinite feedback loop. One cannot get a social security card without a photo ID.
One cannot get a photo ID without a social security card.
The tiny, tiny fees associated with this mess definitely add up, too, because copies of official records, as it turns out, are not free. It’s very, very easy for me to imagine someone with this problem who WASN’T in the military or who HADN’T graduated college having absolutely no recourse for proving they are themselves to the state government of Kansas. This shit can stop someone from getting a job very, very easily.
It’s nothing short of the systemic oppression of the poor.
Anyway, hey, here’s the second half of a dream sequence.