I know I tend to write a lot about the national political scene. But national political topics are important to me because my first reference on them is the Constitution, and that’s where I always go when it comes to any law.
To understand my mind (well, as I understand my mind) I base everything on the Constitution and freedom first. That’s why I generally come to the conclusion so
many of the laws and actions of government are not needed or are bad law — and that’s at every level.
The problem is, lawmakers feel the need to make law, solve every problem through law and make things worse because of the laws they write to improve our lives. To me, all those laws do is take our money, infringe on God-given rights and create criminals out of people who just want to live their lives. While that might seem simplistic and naïve, it’s anything but. If you don’t believe me, just listen to politician after politician talk about how complex the laws of this nation are and how much work they take to write perfect ones, Then look at the results. You’ll see law is not complex, it is made complex for a reason. You’ll also see few laws have results anywhere near their intent. That is, unless laws are about the loss of freedom or confiscating tax dollars. In those cases, laws are extraordinarily successful.
There’s a good reason I don’t recommend or back any candidates anymore. I know more laws are a bad thing. And candidates always run on making our lives better by making more laws. My bottom-line truth: I just don’t trust anyone to write laws that are for my own good. Nor should you. And then I vote for the candidate who promises to reduce the number of laws we have. I wish you luck in finding them.
All of that said, there’s indeed one law I must address in this column. Now I don’t know if it’s a local, state or federal law. But this law extends nationwide and affects the vast majority of Americans at some point in their lives. And yes, it’s one of those God-forsaken laws our youth demand be put into effect the very second it’s enforceable.
And that’s the law that enables teenagers to obtain a driver’s license when they turn 16.
And you’re damned right this law is affecting me adversely even as I type this. It’s simply not fair, and it’s affecting my life like no other law has ever affected it. All because my precious Baby Bug turned 16 last week, All I can tell our duly elected officials is to be forewarned. My life will never be the same again, and Daddy is not happy.
And no, I don’t give a rat’s backside my baby can run to the store for me if I need her to do so. Let’s just have an honest chat about reality here. My daughter has no interest in running errands for me or shuttling her little sister to and fro. Rather, she seems to have a very keen interest in saying “buh-bye” and heading out the door to wreak havoc on civilization. The only thing making this law even worse is the fact my daughter and her best friends all have gained their “right to drive” over the past few months. So bring on the zombie apocalypse, That’ll be a cake walk compared to what happens when my Bug and her friends hit the road.
We’re talking about a gang of kiddos who barely three months ago you wouldn’t trust to order a pizza, let alone get behind the wheel. Seriously, our community safety is now in the hands of a bunch of teenage girls you can’t get to go to sleep the night before a dance competition. Forgetting all of that, we can’t even use them for what’s most important: giving Daddy a ride home after drinking a few beers with the boys.
But I digress. And yes, I’ve written all of the above with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek.
In fact, all of the young ladies I’ve referenced are wonderful daughters in every way. How good they’ll be as drivers is as yet to be determined. But let’s face it: We weren’t that great when we started out, right? As for my daughter’s friends and their parents, at least those parents had other kids to experiment with before the current set began driving. They were prepared. I wasn’t.
So perhaps this is all about me.
My babies are growing up and my oldest getting her license is paramount in my understanding of that inevitable passing of time. As I told my kiddo the other night, it was just a week ago when I worried about her being in a car in a ditch, I’d be in the car, too. Now I’m not. And while morbid, it also sucks.
The therapeutic value to this column is simple and not about the law. It’s to soften the blow to my ego and relieve anxiety because I have a daughter who now drives on her own.
My only solution is to let her go and live her life on the road. Maybe the government could learn something from that.