What's in a Name?

I have a feeling that this generation just doesn't have enough respect for people in positions of authority. This whole rebelliousness probably began in the '60s and has snowballed into the problem it is today. Take me for example. I'm a freakin' NOTARY PUBLIC, man!!! Just me saying that should make you bow, or quake, or at least "honk your horn if you see this sign." But nooooooooo, I don't get a lick of respect. I get Nothin'. If anyone had any idea of the power I have... Let me just give you a little glimpse of my far-reaching powers. If you sign a document, then I can say that it was actually you who did sign it, and not some phony pretending to be you. All I have to do is affix my trusty Official Notary Stamp (complete with the official Seal of Utah) and - VOILA - it's legit. You can take it to Court, but you can't take it to the bank, baby (if you know what I mean). Anyway, I am all-powerful.