Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Vobis Non Me Dux.
Fun is overrated. We're too stupid to enjoy it properly anyway.
I say let all of these Nazis, in whatever form they appear, have their fun. Don't stand in their way one bit. Let them do whatever it is that they're gonna do, get lawyers and Congressweasels (some overlap there) pass onerous laws of all sorts. Have at it.Ban everything. All at once.Then get that axe out that your fellow Hoosier is refering to, and get to work. All of us.
Tam,I am not sure you realize the moral issues that surround hot dogs. The street corner cart from Sandra Bullock's "While You Were Sleeping" is not the issue.Florida has had trouble with topless and provocative hot dog vendors. http://www.page2live.com/2009/03/01/wanted-in-hobe-sound-shapely-hot-dog-girls/Besides, all the wackos want is cancer labels. Look how long ago California labeled gasoline as know to cause cancer in California. Even those that didn't leave the state to avoid the cancer still use gasoline.
California will shortly require homeowners to install, in their front yards, warnings cast into the concrete of their sidewalks advising them that exposure to sunlight is itself a major carcinogen. That way they'll see it every morning when they leave the house. Matter of fact, if you stand in the sun while the pushcart vendor prepares your hotdog, you are probably exposing yourself to more risk from sunlight as a carcinogen, than you will receive from the hotdog.One of the main plaintiffs in the $145 billion tobacco settlement died last week at the age of 89. He had smoked 2 packs a day for 75 years! I guess the court figured that if he hadn't smoked he would have lived to be 130.Risk is all relative and doesn't apply to individuals.So bask in the sun, enjoy that hotdog and top it off with a cigarette. Inhale deeply. There are no guarantees.
oh, and I suppose bacon is next. Those bastards!
And after that they're going to go after Oreos. Might have to put that off 'til Obama is out of office, but they'll eventually go after Oreos. Classy.*sigh*
"And after that they're going to go after Oreos."Reason #1264 that I don't listen to Hydrocodone Boy.
First they came for my hot dogs. Then they came for my bologna. Then they came for my bacon. And that's when the shootin' started.
Scion of a long string of pork butchers. Ever heard of Cudahy Meats? Cousins. So you know where I stand. W.V. nostils. Isn't there supposed to be an r there someplace?
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