Year of non-existence

When the Census Workers come to my house in 2010, I will celebrate their arrival with feasting and song. For they shall be the ones who validate my existence for the next decade. This is important to me because for the last decade, I have been a man within the country but not acknowledged by the country. One accessing the 2000 Census files would find me not for I was one of the Lost Utah 11,000, wandering foreign lands, and who came home only to find that our country had pretended that we were not. And so, I've haunted this land, moving across the country, moaning and shrieking, freaking people out because I do not, officially, exist. And while I will be counted in 2010, there are others like me who will not be counted. So, despite the dubious constitutionality of Sen. Hatch's proposed amendment to the 2010 Census, I salute him for bringing it up. (Oh, and let's all hail the awesome recent editorial of the NY Times for trying to stir up some Mormon Bogeyman angst among liberals. If you counted Mormon missionaries, would you have to count people in the Peace Corps? And with Mormons most likely being conservative and Peace Corps persons most likely being liberal, wouldn't they just cancel each other out?)