When Laws Are Risible

I SCOFF at them, too.

And it can be effective. Years ago, the Perkins restaurant where I had breakfast on weekends put little signs on the table about you had to ask for drinking water because we need to conserve, etc. and so-forth: bullshit. I called them on it. Pointed out that we live in the Ohio freakin’ River valley. It drains the eastern half of the country, almost. From the Appalachians to the Mississippi. It carries the Allegheny, Monongahela, Kanawha, Kentucky, Green, Cumberland, Tennessee, Miami, Scioto, and Wabash river flow to the Mississippi. The flow past the port of Cincinnati is in the hundreds of thousands of cubic feet per second. We. Do. Not. Have. A. Water. Shortage. Never have. Never will. What we have is a failure of a public utility — a government monopoly, as a matter of fact — to increase output to meet demand. Or to price a commodity to reflect market realities.

Next day, the signs were gone, the policy discontinued.

Scoff away.

And you are ALL scofflaws, too. I can prove it.

How? You ask. Easily.

Do you obey the speed limit laws? At all times and in all places? See? Scofflaw. Don’t care how you rationalize it; you’re a scofflaw, too.

3 responses to “When Laws Are Risible

  1. Proud scofflaw since 1978. Not always an overt scofflaw, mind you, sometimes being overt is a ticket to the stripey hole- but scofflaw I am and scofflaw I will always be.

  2. Uh oh. If you are ever involved in a video that insults a group on the A list (the A list changes in random directions at unpredictable intervals), you can expect a midnight raid by government thugs claiming to be enforcing water regulations.

    After that, they go after the people tearing tags off mattresses…

  3. Worse, they are for KILLING old people.

    You see, due to changes in saliva-making ability as you age, along with changes caused by meds, many elderly people NEED water with their meals, lest they choke. A dry esophagus will cause food to “stick” on the way down. It’s happened to me several times, once leading me to be unable to finish my meal, and coughing for hours, until, finally, with the help of some soda water, I managed to dislodge the chunk of steak, and swallow it.