OK, by now almost everyone has heard about what New York Mayor Bloomberg (nicknamed Doomberg) has and is proposing as laws. We have heard that in New York, mayor/dictator Bloomberg is trying to pass a law that you can not buy a sugary drink bigger than 16 oz. I have heard some refer to it as the ‘anti Slurpee’ law. He also wants to pass a law preventing salt to be on the tables at restaurants because he thinks New Yorkers ingest too much salt. He even went so far as to pass laws saying you can’t have more than seven bullets in your gun…even New Yorks finest, the police can only have 7 rounds of ammo in their guns to fight crime.

   These laws remind me of a Sylvester Stalone movie with Wesley Snipes and Sandra Bullock called ‘Demolition Man’. In this scifi futuristic utopian society, all vices have been eliminated, supposedly, by a Dr Cocteau. A person can not swear, eat salt, use toilet paper or even have sex for fear of being fined credits by a computer that monitors everyone. All of this to supposedly protect the people. The police don’t have guns anymore, but instead use ‘glow sticks’ to deliver a mild electrical shock to a perpitrator committing a crime, kind of like a cattle prod. The enemy is a character played by Denis Leary who leads a group of people on raids to steal food. This group lives underground away from Dr. Cocteau and his controling laws.

   In this movie, we see that Dr. Cocteau was the true enemy. He had control of the society and wanted even more power. This power greed lead to even more death and destruction. It was an example of the adage ‘power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely’. Near the end of the movie, we see Denis Leary’s character come out and say’

 You see, according to Cocteau’s plan, I’m the enemy, ’cause I like to think; I like to read. I’m into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I’m the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, “Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?” I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-o all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I’ve SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It’s a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing “I’m an Oscar Meyer Wiener”.

   This is an example of what these laws do. They take away a persons choice. The Constitution gives people rights, not the state. It limits the state or government, not people. A person has the right to pursue happiness, but the Constitution does not guarantee happiness, only the right to pursue happiness. The same law to give people the God given right to pursue happiness MUST also grant them the right to fail.  President Abraham Lincoln failed many times, but you can’t call him a failure.

   People must be responsible for their own actions, not give up those rights to the nanny state government. If ‘We the people…’ give up our rights to make our own choices, we will not have ANY rights whatsoever. If you enjoy the ability to choose between a T-bone steak or a jumbo sized rack of bar-b-que ribs, then the time is NOW to tell the government that the Constitution limits government NOT individuals rights.

   So, what will it be? Will you allow Dr. Cocteau to dictate that you can not eat salt, or are you going to stand up for your right to drink that 32 oz. Slurpee? As for me, I will choose to enjoy my God given rights to enjoy a Slurpee…mine is cherry Coke flavored.

The Thinking Tinker

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