I received this letter for a close friend...I believe he tells some t***hs about our society
May 22, 2013 18:47:04 #
From Ron Cox
Here's the document I've been playing with lately. In order to post it properly and make it editable by others, I'd have to create a group. I don't want to create a group, so here it is so far. Imagine how high you could soar without all these boots on your neck.
Your Regulated Day
It begins as you roll out of your bed that is built to federal flame-r****dant standards and slap the snooze button on a clock radio that conforms to Part 15 of FCC standards which is powered by electricity that is highly regulated by the state and federal governments.
You shuffle to the bathroom on a floor that is constructed to the standards set by local and state building codes.
As you turn on the shower, you wish for higher water pressure but the pressure limit was decided years ago by the green people who want to make you conserve water. Never mind the low-volume toilet.
After the shower, you decide to brush your teeth with the ADA-sanctioned toothpaste and low pressure water. Then you put on clothes that are made to the finest Bangladeshi standards.
Walking outside, you crank your car that was built to ever-lowering federal standards and filled with ethanol-laced gasoline. You then notice that your inspection sticker has expired. It's not expensive, but what the heck does the money actually pay for? Oh well...never mind. You're late. Whoops! Don't drive too fast or you'll be fined by the state and have bad marks placed on your driving record that can cost you more money on your state-mandated insurance.
As you are fuming about running late, you run into road construction and notice the whole crew is suffering in OSHA-mandated clothing and leather boots along with non-breathable hard hats. That's gotta be miserable.
It starts sprinkling, so you turn on your headlights and windshield wipers. Yep. Both have to conform with standards set by people you don't know.
As you approach work, you realize you're late anyway so you may as well grab a coffee. You pay with your debit card that is protected by MasterCard...and tracked...and sometimes c*********d by hackers who hack bank databases with regularity but you'll get your money back out of thin air after it's stolen from you. How do they do that? Why aren't hackers held to certain limits? But I digress....
Anyway, the coffee can't be very hot because it may burn your lap if you spill it. Can't upset the lawyers, can we?
You get to work and park where somebody else decides you should park then lock your car, praying it isn't broken in to...dang car thieves are always breaking society's rules and getting away with it.
At least it's payday. Your paycheck will pass through the ACH as a direct deposit so somebody you don't know can keep careful records of how much you earn and how heavily you are taxed. You'd put some of your money into savings but the tax man will just skim some off when you aren't looking. God help you if you try to withdraw a bit from your IRA for a rainy day. The IRS will steal 40% of it for just using your own money.
As the workday d**gs on, you make a few phone calls over federally-regulated phone lines to clients who will be taxed for buying stuff from you. If you're lucky enough to live in Mississippi, you will then be taxed at the end of the year for your excess inventory so you better empty the warehouse as soon as possible. Lunchtime at last (Yepfederal rules make you take that break) and you trudge across the street to grab a sandwich. You see some clown almost run you over but you also notice the flash from the PhotoCop redlight camera that will mail him a ticket that is somehow not contestable in court.
You swing open the door that is built with a layer of plastic in the middle of it to keep it from shattering and cutting you too badly should you somehow break it. Whew! Thank goodness some DC bureaucrat cares about your safety!
As you mindlessly stand in line to order your sandwich, you notice the plethora of security cameras watching you and the clerk. Sheesh. Why can't the owner just work in his own shop and eyeball everybody in person?
Wouldn't it be nice to just be free?
Here's the document I've been playing with lately. In order to post it properly and make it editable by others, I'd have to create a group. I don't want to create a group, so here it is so far. Imagine how high you could soar without all these boots on your neck.
Your Regulated Day
It begins as you roll out of your bed that is built to federal flame-r****dant standards and slap the snooze button on a clock radio that conforms to Part 15 of FCC standards which is powered by electricity that is highly regulated by the state and federal governments.
You shuffle to the bathroom on a floor that is constructed to the standards set by local and state building codes.
As you turn on the shower, you wish for higher water pressure but the pressure limit was decided years ago by the green people who want to make you conserve water. Never mind the low-volume toilet.
After the shower, you decide to brush your teeth with the ADA-sanctioned toothpaste and low pressure water. Then you put on clothes that are made to the finest Bangladeshi standards.
Walking outside, you crank your car that was built to ever-lowering federal standards and filled with ethanol-laced gasoline. You then notice that your inspection sticker has expired. It's not expensive, but what the heck does the money actually pay for? Oh well...never mind. You're late. Whoops! Don't drive too fast or you'll be fined by the state and have bad marks placed on your driving record that can cost you more money on your state-mandated insurance.
As you are fuming about running late, you run into road construction and notice the whole crew is suffering in OSHA-mandated clothing and leather boots along with non-breathable hard hats. That's gotta be miserable.
It starts sprinkling, so you turn on your headlights and windshield wipers. Yep. Both have to conform with standards set by people you don't know.
As you approach work, you realize you're late anyway so you may as well grab a coffee. You pay with your debit card that is protected by MasterCard...and tracked...and sometimes c*********d by hackers who hack bank databases with regularity but you'll get your money back out of thin air after it's stolen from you. How do they do that? Why aren't hackers held to certain limits? But I digress....
Anyway, the coffee can't be very hot because it may burn your lap if you spill it. Can't upset the lawyers, can we?
You get to work and park where somebody else decides you should park then lock your car, praying it isn't broken in to...dang car thieves are always breaking society's rules and getting away with it.
At least it's payday. Your paycheck will pass through the ACH as a direct deposit so somebody you don't know can keep careful records of how much you earn and how heavily you are taxed. You'd put some of your money into savings but the tax man will just skim some off when you aren't looking. God help you if you try to withdraw a bit from your IRA for a rainy day. The IRS will steal 40% of it for just using your own money.
As the workday d**gs on, you make a few phone calls over federally-regulated phone lines to clients who will be taxed for buying stuff from you. If you're lucky enough to live in Mississippi, you will then be taxed at the end of the year for your excess inventory so you better empty the warehouse as soon as possible. Lunchtime at last (Yepfederal rules make you take that break) and you trudge across the street to grab a sandwich. You see some clown almost run you over but you also notice the flash from the PhotoCop redlight camera that will mail him a ticket that is somehow not contestable in court.
You swing open the door that is built with a layer of plastic in the middle of it to keep it from shattering and cutting you too badly should you somehow break it. Whew! Thank goodness some DC bureaucrat cares about your safety!
As you mindlessly stand in line to order your sandwich, you notice the plethora of security cameras watching you and the clerk. Sheesh. Why can't the owner just work in his own shop and eyeball everybody in person?
Wouldn't it be nice to just be free?
May 23, 2013 03:51:52 #
Yankee Clipper wrote:
From Ron Cox br Here's the document I've been play... (show quote)
Out of everything you mentioned, I would only debate one. I have no issue with the mandate of plastic in the door. Having out my right arm through a glass door, requiring thirty internal arm stitches and sixty external stitches, requiring elevation minimally fourteen hours a day for a week for five days, I can understand the plastics in a door.
You are so correct in stating it would take a large group to cover everything beyond the issues you cited. It boggles the mind as to how many pages it would cover! :thumbdown:
:thumbup: on your post!
May 23, 2013 15:26:53 #
AuntiE, I would like to take credit for the article, but a friend of mine sent it to me. He says he has more to add as he thinks about it.
I just thought it was good enough to provoke a little thought. I haven't seen much response from our Marxist friends, I thought it might make them say see we are right about protecting the public from themselves.
I just thought it was good enough to provoke a little thought. I haven't seen much response from our Marxist friends, I thought it might make them say see we are right about protecting the public from themselves.
May 23, 2013 15:44:21 #
Yankee Clipper wrote:
AuntiE, I would like to take credit for the article, but a friend of mine sent it to me. He says he has more to add as he thinks about it.
I just thought it was good enough to provoke a little thought. I haven't seen much response from our Marxist friends, I thought it might make them say see we are right about protecting the public from themselves.
I just thought it was good enough to provoke a little thought. I haven't seen much response from our Marxist friends, I thought it might make them say see we are right about protecting the public from themselves.
You may not be able to take credit for the article; however, credit is due you for putting it forth to make us think.
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