It makes no census to me. Count me out
I was out of the country on Census Day and I am very peeved about it. It is a bit like being invited to a party, not being able to go, and no one misses you or gives a damn.
The very nice lady from the census did call to me and give me a form that took about two seconds to fill out and will let the world know in 2016 that I was in Florida with friends, people who are also unrecorded for posterity; our religion, education etc are not recorded.
This seems particularly unfair as we were a fairly colourful lot who would have added greatly to the richness of the country being studied by the historians of the future.