To: TexasTransplant
Sir understand this, your rights stop where mine begin.
That is to say your right to throw a right hook stops at my nose.
Did the person that crashed into me violate my liberty?
Seems to me you think ANY law means nanny state. That is a trait of an anarchist. Choice isn't what I fear.
You removing mine with one of your own is what I fear. It is what I have experienced. I sure hope you never have to experience it.
What other laws do you oppose? Is there no end?
To: BlueStateDepression
You are so close to being correct, yet too blind to see.
Let me paraphrase your response,
You do not wish to be responsible for your own existence or your continued existence, you want "Nanny" to take care of you and the hell with everyone else, your security and peace of mind must trump any and all.
You have a bone to pick with ONE individual and your fervent desire is to punish everyone!
Grow up
>>>"You removing mine with one of your own is what I fear. It is what I have experienced. I sure hope you never have to experience it"<<<
Proves that your minuscule world revolves around you and some unfortunate incident that "YOU" experienced, you have no idea who I am or what I have experienced and yet you wish to condemn me to your Nanny State
>>>"What other laws do you oppose? Is there no end?"<<<
I oppose about 90% of the laws we now have on the books and if we were to remove them all tomorrow the only people that would be saddened would be the Politicians/Lawyers and the Nanny Police, 90% would be a good start the remaining 10% would have to face intense scrutiny and any new law should take a considerable amount of effort by "the people" not the Tax Collecting "Representatives" or "Special Interest Groups" (Like MADD, Greepeace etc)and instead of Environmental Impact Studies, it should be Liberty Infringement studies.
So you are right there is basically no end to my opposition to Nanny Laws or my contempt for the Chicken Littles of the World.
TT
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