Quiet Rebellion January 5, 2012Posted by Toy Lady in mirth & woe, random stuff.
I live in The People’s Republic of New York. You all know that already, though.
See, the thing about living in a state like New York is that you have to, as a tax-paying adult, get used to someone telling you what to do, how to do it, and when.
Basically, Albany assumes I’m incapable of looking after my own affairs. (I guess they’re kind of like Washington that way, if you really think about it, huh?)
Take, for instance, my car.
And Our Great State, in its quest to think for me, forces me to have my car “inspected” every year for “safety” (and “emissions”).
They seem to think that I’m not going to notice if, say, I don’t have a working seat belt. (Even though wearing a seat belt is ALSO required by State Law.)
Or, oh, if my brakes don’t work, I’m going to drive around anyway.
Maybe if the steering or suspension is crap, I’ll just let it go and, what? not be able to control my car?
Headlights – if the State Troopers, County Sheriffs and local police are doing their job, I’ll get a ticket for having a headlight out long before I have to report it to Albany. That, and I won’t be able to see the highway while I’m driving to work before the sun comes up.
Don’t even get me started on tires – as has been pointed out before, I live in Rochester. If my tires are bad, I’ll know what to do about it, and I replace them with the first snow flakes.
Have you ever tried driving with bad windshield wipers? They SMEAR your windshield – I don’t need Albany telling my my wipers need replacing – I already know that.
And speaking of already knowing it – when was the last time you saw a car without mirrors?
Or a horn?
Oh, yes, they check all that stuff – and more. Every year – or I’m in BIG TROUBLE.
PLUS they make me pay for it. To check stuff I’m keeping an eye on anyway – because I’m a responsible adult – and my government thinks I’m a child.
But you know what I do?
I always try to have my car inspected a day late – so it slops over into the following month.
Think about it.
THEY make me get pay for an inspection that is good for one year. Twelve months.
If I get my car inspected in December (like I did last year), it’s good until December 31 of the following year.
And if I happen to have my car inspected, say, on January 2, well, then it’s good until January 31 of next year. Next year, I’ll have it inspected on February 1, to last until the end of that month. Stretching my government-mandated annual inspection into 13 months.
Just my little way of Stickin’ It To The Man.