Whether it is Bethesda, MD or Midway, AL we find the proverbial lemonade stand going the way of the dodo, thanks to ordinances and regulation. Obviously I grew up in a different era. Growing up the local magistrates would have been run out of town for suggesting that a lemonade stand didn’t have proper license and registration; that is because the thought of licensing or regulating a lemonade stand was considered ridiculous. Why should it not be the same today?
For that matter who would have seen a baggy pants ordinance coming to Collinsville either; even if it is claimed to be supported by 75% of the residents? When I decided to rent my house rather than sell it in the depressed market we face today, who would have thought I would need a license to do so?
But it is not just the locals that are getting carried overboard, oh heck no, local municipalities are nothing compared to the Federal Government. How about this little excerpt from the HHS rules on the new Health Exchanges: "The intent of this proposed rule is to afford States substantial discretion in the design and operation of an Exchange. Greater standardization is proposed where required by the statute or where there are compelling practical, efficiency or consumer protection reasons." Can anyone explain that to me?
John Stossel recently called these regulations cancer, a disease that hurts those who politicians have intended to be helped. Perhaps George Orwell had it right when he said, “Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind”
Now, please don’t misunderstand me, I am not so naïve to believe that this is all the doing of our elected officials; no I think you could add the plaintiffs bar and out of control courts into the mix as well and probably the teacher’s union to boot. We no longer foster a sense of personal accountability and achievement is no longer a goal worth attaining.
I am glad that I grew up in a different era, and by God’s grace I intend to teach my grandchildren what they are missing; even if we can’t do it over a cup of lemonade from the kids at the corner.