In this country, we have a few dozen tons of laws. that is we have a few dozen ton, if we scan everything, and put it on dvd's before compressing it. in their natural state, our lawbooks outweigh most of Washington DC. This is out ragious. It's bad enough we have to suffer through laws, but despite what our benovolent masters tell us, laws have only one purpose. To create criminals. A government cannot control the lawabiding, it has nothing upon which to threaten them with. so it makes rule, so many of which it is impossible not to break at least one.

"But I'm not a crook" you cry. Probably not, but your masters must make you think so. you must be made to feel guilty, otherwise they have no hold upon you.

Have you ever gone so much as 1/10 mile over the speed limit? you're a criminal.

When you come to a stop line on the road, do you stop in front of it, on it, or behind it? if your front bumper is anywhere but behind it, you're a criminal.

When crossing at a busy cross walk, have you every accidently stepped outside the lines? You're guilty of jay walking.

Now, it's just not the various police watching us. thanks to ridge and the Ministry of Love, you're neighbors, postman, even your relatives watch like a hawk, eager to appease. thinking that if they throw the wolf a bone every now and then, sooner or later it'll get full, and leave them alone.

What fools they are.

When all is said and done, they can sit back and remember the lines to that song:

"I sold you, and you sold me
Under the swinging chestnut tree"