Ya know, I’m 53 years old. It’s been something like, oh, I dunno, maybe five or ten years since I actually needed a Nanny.
The past couple of years, the Nevada Dept. of Transportation (NDOT) has started invoking the chain law on Interstate 80 every time 2 snowflakes hit the road for a short coffee break on their way over to Utah.
Seriously, the new conditions required to invoke the chain law (Snow Tires or Ehains Required Beyond This Point) appear to be “moisture on the pavement with ambient air temperature of 34 degrees or less expected”.
For those of us who drive big trucks (semis) for a living, this means that (since NDOT does not recognize the existence of snow tires for big trucks (or our ability, as Professional Drivers, to use our experience and judgement), we must stop and install tire chains on “every axle upon which brakes are mounted” - even if the roads are just wet. NOT icy. Not covered with 6" of snow. WET!
You know, as in, similar to road conditions after a summer rain storm!
Why? Somebody might slip off the road and sue the state because they weren’t officially warned that the road might be slippery.
That’s one example. You could probably provide a few more. I could probably come up with 23 dozen more examples myself if I thought about it for 30 more seconds, but the following just catalyzed this whole subject and really set me off this morning:
From this article:
IF that isn’t ‘over-top-enough’ for you, I enter the next line from the article into evidence:
Really.
Don’t try this at home.
A pillow fight.
Do you mean to tell me that, without that warning, Children (or Og help us, adults?) might try having a pillow fight at home?
Pillow fight.
Wow.
Are you, at all, in any way, manner, shape or form, living in the real world?
Are you, at all, in any way, manner, shape or form, fucking serious?
Why don’t we just duct tape our children’s arms and legs to each other and put them in a padded room so they can’t hurt their little helpless selves.
NO, wait.
The duct tape might hurt. And … And … And … And … oh, yeah …
Putting them in a padded room might hurt their self esteem.
Make 'em wear a helmet.
No - wait, it might hurt their self esteem. Or the strap may chaff their sensitive skin. And … And … And … And …
or …
Og help us. Though I be not a prayin’ man, I still offer this prayer, for whatever purpose it may serve:
Yea tho I walk through the valley in the shadow of Nannies, I shall fear no harm, and you need not fear for me, for there is yet another Nanny to protect me just an arm’s length away …
And, Save us from ourselves, for we are mortal, and one of us could actually fuck up and kill ourselves accidently 'cause we did not heed the warning of the Nannies.
Save us from personal responsibility, for we are human and make mistakes from which we may actually learn something that the Nannies could have prevented.
Save us from attempting to think for ourselves, for we are as dumb as the cattle in the field or the turkey in the oven, and the Nannies know better anyway.
What ever you do, Dear Og, praise be to your infinite wisdom, please don’t save us from the Nanny State, for somebody might not be able to justify their paycheck and lose their job.
Lucy