. . .kiss my grits Mel!
Even though I don't live in New Jersey, this kind of governmental overreach is just the kind of crap that got the Democrats demolished this past November.
Here is a hypothetical. . .
Say you buy a package of hot dogs for your daughter and her child. And you say to me, "Hey Radioactive Man, I am going to give these hot dogs to you for safe keeping because my daughter's child is too young to eat hot dogs now and plus my daughter is too dumb to cut up her child's hot dog so his blow hole doesn't get plugged up causing him to turn blue and I am not sure she is smart enough to call 911 if that happens because she cannot count that high and we tried our best with her, but anyway, I'll give you these hot dogs and you give me a certificate for the hot dogs and when our daughter is smart enough to operate a door knob to leave the house by herself and her child is old enough to chew his food, maybe when he is ten, she can come back and get the hot dogs with the cetrificate from you to feed her child, ok? Unless they have both starved to death by then beacuse of her gross incompetence in child-rearing."
Sure I say, and I pop them in the official Radioactive Man Long Term Hot Dog Storage Device.
3 years later here comes the daughter with the certificate, which has since been marred with crayon marks, boogers and stains of a rather personal nature, but I am willing to honor the certificate because that is what I do. I honor the hot dog certificate.
But when I look in the official Radioactive Man Long Tern Hot Dog Storage Device, there are no hot dogs to be found! But there is a note scribbled on the back of a napkin from the Ritz-Carton Grand Cayman which says:
Dear Radioactive Man,
We r sorrie to have stoled ur hawt dawgs, butt we'd had to done it cuz we ain't reel gud with monie and we need monie becuz we spendted all da monie on portant stuff like classez dat teach chilruns how to porperly eated a hawt dawgs. We are hadding a grate time in the isleands at ur expenced, thanx a lots!
Now, one might say, "Well, this is rather outrageous!" And to that I would say, you're damned tootin' it is! But this could be the new reality in New Jersey and places elsewhere. Keep an eye on your back pocket and your piggy bank and any other place where you might have stashed a few coins. They want it and if they have their way, they'll get it and you can't do a thing about it.
Cross-discussed at The Big Feed
. . .kiss my grits Mel!