Driving as Privilege

Every time I hear some petty, money-sucking bureaucrat saying that driving is a privilege, not a right, my impulse is to find that parasitic pig crossing a street somewhere in front of me and to introduce him to the undercarriage of my two-and-one-half ton gas guzzler.

How dare they?

Our nation's first official document, The Declaration of Independence, asserts that we Americans possess "....certain inalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty , and the Pursuit of Happiness....." Now I ask you--be honest. In today's world, how can you pursue happiness without a car? Happiness moves a lot faster today than it used to.

From before the birth of the nation until well after the turn of the Twentieth Century, men and women drove carriages, wagons and rode horses without anyone questioning their right to do so. For years after the invention and first public use of the automobile, they were driven on and off public roads without anyone questioning their drivers' right to do so.

At some point during the early history of the automobile, one of these parasitic slimeballs saw yet another way to separate the Productive American from his dollars: he persuaded his fellow blood suckers that they could declare driving a privilege, revocable at government whim--then make Mr and Ms Productive American pay for the privilege.

Why weren't these thieving subhumans hanged from the bridges built by the aforementioned Productive Americans, and over which these Productive Americans drove their new-fangled horseless carriages?

We're living with the results today. Almost no one objects when these thugs reassert the lie that driving is a privilege, not a right.

Our responsibility in the event of a mishap can easily be guaranteed by our insurance company; state and (soon to be) federal government has no role here, other than adjudication of disputed claims.

Worse, the federal government is, as we lounge in front of our HDTVs , in the process of converting our driver's licenses into national ID cards.

They've killed Freedom! Those bastards!

Warm regards,

Col. Hogan
Stalag California