Imagine you've just moved to a new city. You go to
the city hall to get your city-required car sticker. After a long
wait in line, you reach a clerk who tells you the city is no longer issuing
car stickers.
"But I was told you needed a sticker to own a car in this
city."
"You do."
"But you're not letting anyone get one?"
"Nope. Haven't given out a sticker since 1983.
And for good reason too. Do you realize how many people are killed
each year in auto accidents? Do you know how many cars are used in
the commission of crimes, and other unscrupulous activities? Cars
just cause too much mayhem."
"But I've never injured anyone in an accident, or committed
a crime with one. I need my car to get to work!"
"Look, we can't allow you to own a car in this city and
that's that. It's for the public good. You can rely on the
city for your transportation. Our public transportation now makes
nearly a dozen stops all around the city, about 3 times a day, give or
take a couple. And for most people it costs only a couple times as
much as owning a car."
"You're presuming me guilty of a crime I've never committed!
Why don't you just impound the cars of criminal drivers?"
"Oh, we do, thousands every year. Besides, it's
not like you have a Constitutional right to own a car. And you are
a
criminal--unregistered cars are illegal in this city."
"BUT YOU WON'T LET ME REGISTER IT!!!"
"And our streets are all the safer for it. Don't
you want our children to be safe? Look, since you're new in town,
and my shift is over in a minute anyway, I won't report your ownership
of a car to the police until tomorrow. That gives you all of tonight
and some of tomorrow morning to sell it. Just make sure you don't
sell it to another city resident unless they can prove they rent a parking
space at an out-of-town parking lot."
Steaming from the ears, you leave and decide to get a
bite to eat at McDonalds down the street. You'll definitely have
to have a talk with your real estate agent about this omission. You
pull into the deserted McDonalds lot and decide to park in back, frightened
that a cop might see you driving around. You walk into the restaurant
and notice only one or two lone people eating, both adults, even though
it's the beginning of the dinner rush hour. You also notice that
for the first time in living memory, you're in a McDonalds that isn't
hawking plastic toys for the latest Disney movie. Go figure.
You walk up to the counter. "Hi, I'd like a Big
Mac and small vanilla shake."
The young Gex-X'er woman behind the counter rolls her
eyes. "Keeeeeenny! We got another out-of-towner!"
A man in a white shirt who you presume to be the manager
appears. "May I help you?"
"Yeah," you tell him, "I'd like a Big Mac and small vanilla
shake."
"Um, we're not allowed to sell those anymore. The
city took us to court and won, saying we were deliberately marketing harmful
products to children. Now we can no longer sell any kind of Happy
Meal, any kind of fatty food including burgers and fries, or any kind of
sugary food, which covers shakes and soft drinks. We're also forbidden
from doing any movie tie-ins or using any of the McDonaldland characters
on products or in advertising."
"Cripes. Do you still sell anything at all?"
"Yes, we have a soy burger cooked well-done on a non-carbonizing
electric range, topped with nonfat cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes.
We also have three kinds of egg-free salads with nonfat dressings, and
to drink we have a variety of double-pasteurized fruit juices and certified
lead-free mineral waters."
You think about asking him if the water is double-pasteurized,
too, but decide to hold your tongue. You really feel kinda sorry
for the guy. What kind of bureaucrat wonks would forbid a McDonalds
from marketing tasty albeit greasy food to kids? "OK," you say, "just
give me a soy cheeseburger to go."
"Coming right up. That'll be $9.28."
"WHAT??!?!" The fast-food scene from the movie "Falling
Down" flashes into your mind for just a second. "The menu right above
your head says it's only $1.99!"
"Yeah," he cringes, obviously not for the first time.
"But the city's added a lot of taxes. Let's see, there's the regular
9% sales tax, plus a 47% food sin tax, plus a $3.80-per-item fee for programs
to teach kids to Just Say No to killer fast-food products made by evil
scheming industries who are spending millions to get kids hooked at early
ages. There's an additional $2.38-per-item fine paid by any of our
suppliers who have ever dealt in beef products, which gets passed on to
you. Seems they didn't do enough to ensure the fatty meat they sold
stayed out of the hands of those who shouldn't have it. I'm just
glad they stuck that fine to the meat producers and not us, the actual
sellers."
"Forget it--just forget it!" No city is worth this
much hassle. You turn to leave when a couple of cops walk in.
"Is that your car concealed out back?" one of them asks
you.
"Um, yeah...."
"CAR!" he barks while tackling you, his partner drawing
a bead with his gun. "You're under arrest!"
"What for???"
"Possession of an unregistered car, and attempting to
purchase junk food. You have the right to remain silent...."
Welcome to the future of Chicago, and possibly of America.
The government is your Nanny, but it's for your own good.
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