Every where we turn these days there are a gazillion laws and rules that we are forced to follow. There are Federal laws, state laws, city ordinances, county regulations, office policy and employee rules, dress codes, health and safety regulations, Murphy’s Law, the law of gravity, and there’s even the three second rule which applies to food that you accidentally drop on the floor.

Frankly, I have become so weary of being told what I can and cannot do.

We have to pay our taxes whether we want to or not, or else we’ll go to prison. We must renew our driver’s license regularly or go to jail if we’re caught driving without them. We have to renew our automobile registration each year, have auto insurance coverage, and some of us even have to pay back our home mortgage loans.

Our privacy is constantly being invaded due to homeland security.  We’re stripped of our shoes, and our bags are rifled through at airports.

And now, we even have to submit to a strip-search before we can enter the court house.

What? That’s not a law? Then how come that security guard made….

Nevermind.

Those of us who still smoke are no longer allowed to smoke out doors in public places even though the air is already thick with the stench of perfume and flatulence from all the non smokers, and the government keeps adding more and more taxes onto cigarettes. So now we can’t afford to buy them (very often) anyway.

Due to the federal cigarette tax, a carton of cigarettes currently cost more than a bag of weed. Not that I know anything about the price of Cannabis, I’m just saying. My lungs belong to me and if I want to destroy them with smoke then I should be allowed to do so without paying the government to let me do it.

But it’s only going to get worse, especially with the proposed government controlled universal healthcare. In order to cut medical spending, the government would then come down even harder on smokers. It could get quite ugly for the older people who smoke.

I can see it now. It would probably play out something like this:

The (older) smoker will go to the doctor’s office for a check-up.

Doctor: Are you a smoker?

Patient: Yes.

Doctor: Okay, I’m going to write you a prescription. Be sure you get it filled and follow the directions carefully.

Patient: Thanks. Should I make a follow-up appointment?

Doctor: No, that won’t be necessary.

The patient then goes to the pharmacy and gets the prescription filled. The pharmacist hands over a small box containing the medication. The patient  goes home and opens the box and inside there is a syringe. The label on the syringe reads:  Lethal Injection. Take one dose.

Another thing that really annoys me is the new seat-belt law. Why should I have to pay a fine if I don’t wear my safety belt while I’m driving my car? The way I see it, that law is unconstitutional. It’s my face and my windshield, so why should I pay a fine if I choose to be thrown through it if I happen to be involved in an accident?

And then there’s the mattress tag thing. Pffft! I ripped every one of the tags off my mattress and pillows, so go ahead on and put me in jail. I don’t care.

And just now? I was going to heat a frozen pizza? The box said “Do not heat in microwave.”

What the…  It’s my flippin pizza. I paid for it and I’ll heat it up with my curling iron if I want to. Like it’s somebody’s business.

I might just eat it cold. See how they like that.

I have become so weary of being told what I can and cannot do, I think  I’ve developed a bad case of Never Ending Rules Disease, or (NERD).

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Tags: cigarettes, healthcare reform, smoking, taxes