Terry, Terry, Terry, Terry--Terry,
The boy is whiner. He's like four year old at the family reunion that is sitting there whining and crying and nothing anyone offers can make it stop.
Heck the whiner doesn't know what he wants and so he just cries. And then some folks think it's cute./w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif Me personally think he needs to get a life. It's obvious he doesn't have one now. That's a given. You can tell when they don't have a life. They have time to whine./w3tcompact/icons/smile.gif
Here's some of what the crybaby is balling his poor eyes out about.
<font color=blue>Used to be if you wanted a dog, you got a dog. It wasn’t really the government’s business. Today you need a dog license, a shot card for the dog, a collar and tags, proof that the poor beast has been neutered, and you have to keep it on a leash and walk it only in designated places. It’s all so we don’t get rabies.</font color=blue>
Who wants to be this fool is the first one to call animal control when there's a loose dog in the neighborhood?
Of course the alternative would be more dogs and less control over them but heck, you gotta cry about something.
<font color=blue>Or consider cars. You have to have a title, insurance, and keep it up to date; tags, country sticker, inspection sticker, emissions test. Depending where you are, you can’t have chips in the windshield, and you need a zoned parking permit. You have to wear a seatbelt. And of course there are unending traffic laws. You can get a ticket for virtually anything, usually without knowing that you were doing anything wrong.</font color=blue>
It would interesting to find out just what this poor misunderstood crybaby would like to see eliminated from the automobile law book.
And when was the last time you got a ticket and you didn't know what for or why? Doesn't that say more about crybaby than just about anything else?
<font color=blue>For many it may be hard to remember freer times. Yet they existed. In 1964, when I graduated from high school in rural Virginia, there were speed limits, but nobody much enforced them, or much obeyed them. If you wanted to fish, you needed a pole, not a license. You fished where you wanted, not in designated fishing zones. If you wanted to carry your rifle to the bean field to shoot whistle pigs, you just did it. You didn’t need a license and nobody got upset.</font color=blue>
Now I get it. Crybaby had to join the adult world! And I'll bet you the hole against the donut that he hates even more that kids today aren't more regulated? Anyone wanna bet on that?
<font color=blue>To buy a shotgun in the country store, you needed money, not a background check, waiting period, proof of age, certificate of training, and a registration form. If your tail light burned out, then you only had one tail light. If you wanted to park on a back road with your girl friend, the cops, all both of them, didn’t care. If you wanted to swim in the creek, you didn’t need a Coast Guard approved life jacket.
It felt different. You lived in the world as you found it, and behaved because you were supposed to, but you didn’t feel as though you were in a white-collar prison. And if anybody had asked us, we would have said that the freedom was worth more to us than any slightly greater protection against rabies, thank you. Which nobody ever got anyway.</font color=blue>
What a simpleton! "Left it just as we found it." Right. None of that tax money he's complaining so loudly about giving up is going for cleaning up all that "left it just as we found it" is it?
<font color=blue>Today, the Mommy State never leaves off protecting us from things I’d just as soon not be protected from. We must wear a helmet on a motorcycle: Kevorkian can kill us, but we cannot kill ourselves. Why is it Mommy Government’s business whether I wear a helmet? In fact I do wear one, but it should be my decision.
And so it goes from administrative minutiae (emissions inspections) to gooberish Mommyknowsbestism (“Wea-a-ar your lifejacket, Johnny!”) to important moral decisions. Obey in small things, obey in large things.</font color=blue>
I imagine he's never heard of this thing called personal responsibility. That's when you realize that you not only have a responsibility to your own children but if you see a child endangered you have a responsibility for that child also. Say like when an irresponsible parent doesn't put a life jacket on their child when in a boat on the water.
That child dies and you didn't do squat aren't you at least a little responsible?
<font color=blue>You must hire the correct proportion of this and that ethnic group, watch your sex balance, prove that you have the proper attitude toward homosexuals. You must let your children be politically indoctrinated in appropriate values, must let your daughter get an abortion without telling you, must accept affirmative action no matter how morally repugnant you find it.</font color=blue>
Ahhhhh now crybaby finally gets to the heart of his complaint. Let's see, isn't he saying that he wants to be able to enforce his opinions on folks but he doesn't want their imposed on him even though theirs are more moral than his own?
<font color=blue>As the regulation of our behavior becomes more pervasive, so does the mechanism of enforcement grow more nearly omnipresent. In Washington, if you eat on the subway, they really will put you in handcuffs, as they recently did to a girl of twelve. In 1964 in King George County, the cop would have said, “Sally, stop that.” Arresting a child for sucking on a sourball would never have entered a state trooper’s mind.
Which brings us to an ominous observation. America is absolutely capable of an totalitarianism. It won’t be the jackbooted variety, but rather a peculiarly mindless, bureaucratic insistence on conformity. What we call political correctness is an American approach to political control.
Our backdoor totalitarianism has the added charm of being crazy.
Think about it. Confiscating nail clippers at security gates, arresting the eating girl on the subway, the confiscation from an aging general of his Congressional Medal of Honor because it had points, the countless ejections from school of little boys for drawing soldiers of the Trade Centers in flames, playing cowboys and Indians, for pointing a chicken finger and saying Bang.
This isn’t intelligent authoritarianism aimed at purposeful if disagreeable ends. It is the behavior of petty and stupid people, of minor minds over-empowered, ignorant, but angry and charmed to find that they can push others around. It is the exercise of power by people who have no business having any.</font color=blue>
Typical of a real whiner. He's having a fit over little things that happened in some weird or freak situation and now it's a threat. Like I said earlier. This fool needs to find a life. At least get a job.
