Show Me Your Papers…
I responded to a Facebook post today about our county recycling centers and the fact that they now want you to show your identification there to prove you’re a resident of our county.
I’m against it.
Why? Because we live in a country where we shouldn’t have to do this.
As it stands we already show our ID to buy alcohol, cigarettes, start a bank account, get a loan, drive a car (the main reason for that ID), purchase a firearm (which is your right as an American citizen) and so many other things.
Why should I have to show ID to throw my garbage out at the dump, but not have to show my ID at the voting booth? And we all know that’s where we really need to take out the garbage. (Thanks to my friend Diane for that one, made me laugh and think on the subject.)
To me it’s the small things, like this, that sneak in.
The water that drips on that one spot until it’s a crack.
Then that weakened spot where the crack has formed becomes larger and larger until the roof caves in or the wall falls.
And then the whole thing is a mess and you have to start from scratch.
Maintaining your freedoms is a lot like taking care of anything else.
You have to put the work in. You have to keep an eye on things.
You have to care.