I am lucky enough that my commute to work takes five minutes on foot. I say that now, of course, because there is no snow on the ground to contend with yet. When the snow ( a miserable four letter word, if ever there was one) comes, it will probably add another five minutes to my commute, as I have a dog that is delicate, just ask her. She might weigh 165 pounds, but her delicate feet were not made to step in water or snow. But as I walk to work, I see children standing in the dark, waiting for the school bus.
Some of these children remind me of the old SNL costume, 'invisible pedestrian' as they stand there in dark clothes with their dark jackets. I keep dreading the day when one of them will be hit by a car, the street they gather on doesn't have a lot of drive ways, so the street is parked up and the traffic is down to one lane in places. I hate it, but it's going to happen one day.
I have written before that the hour "saved" in the whole stupidity of changing clocks is mythical. If you want an "extra" hour to exercise, or do yard work, or whatever your plan is- set your alarm an hour earlier. How easy is that?
In the state that I live in, the idea of changing clocks was very contentious. It was voted on four times and defeated. Seems to me that no one wanted it, right? But the powers that be were determined to drag them kicking and screaming into time changes, and presto! There has been no great increase in commerce that was promised. There has been no increase in anything. I guess whoever ramrodded it through was full of feces. Typical politician.
Another dumb idea that has been aggravating me is something I call the Caucasian tax in obamacare. You probably weren't aware of this one unless you use a tanning bed. I don't like them, they make me feel as if I am crawling into a glass and chrome coffin. But I use one a few times a year because if I don't, the people around me cringe away. Not because I am as pale as milk ( that would be the Sister, Shawna) but because I am so unbelievably irritable while I am not getting all of the vitamin D that I need. So three or four times in the fall I will climb into a tanning bed and when I come out, I no longer want to rip of someone's head and crap down their neck. (Not counting the ex or his boyfriend, of course.)
But the morons who had to pass it to tell me what was in it, added this ten percent tax on tanning. Who tans? Do you see a lot of black people lining up? How about Mexicans, or even Asians? No. What you have are a lot of white people who either don't want to be the color of milk, or they use it like I do, for the vitamin D. Seems a little discriminatory, doesn't it?
Finally, I guess the dumbest idea to me these days is a helmet law. I know, I know, they save lives. So do seat belts. But if a person is old enough to make the decision to ride on a motorcycle, aren't they old enough to decide if they want a helmet on their head or not? Goose stepping into a nanny state is an aggravating thing. Scary, also. Think about how much freedom you have, and how much you are willing to give away. You'll thank me later.
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