Oct
26
2006
8

A Shmoe Speaks: Why Term Limits Are Like Helmet Laws

David Bernstein talks about why the idiocy of Republicans shows the need for term limits.

I couldn't disagree more. I don't believe it's the function of government to protect people from their own willful stupidity.

Term limits are helmet laws for voters. You should not need a law that tells you're an adult, when riding around on a crotch rocket, it's probably a good idea to give your cranium some protection in case you suddenly find yourself skidding along the asphalt at escape velocity. However, if you do not wear a helmet, it's obvious what's inside your brain pan isn't much worth saving.

If people are happy (can potentially be read as: too stupid and uninformed not to be unhappy) with their elected legislative representatives, why shouldn't they be allowed to re-elect them to as many terms as they so choose? Uninformed voters get the government they deserve. I see no reason to compel the stupid voters to wear a helmet.

I dunno. Maybe I'm missing something. That's why I'm the shmoe in this equation.

Found via Instapundit.

Oct
03
2006
9

Whew! I Feel Safer! You Feel Safer?

Thank God those geniuses in Washington have made it illegal for banks and credit cards companies to make payments to online gambling sites.

I mean, wow, those online gambling sites could have snuck across our open borders or smuggled something in through our wide-open ports and, you know, maybe have performed some heinous act that could have killed scads of people and punched a big fucking hole in our economy. Or they could have, you know, threatened our freedoms or liberties in some vague unrealized fashion.

Now I can slip into sleep resting easy that this #1 threat to our country has been nullified by squashing Americans' freedom to gamble online!

Thanks, Mr. President! Thanks, Congress! Thanks for having your priorities straight!

Fucking morons.

Found via Digg.

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