Silly Steve

Once upon a time there was this idealistic guy named Steve. Steve was a guy who had this crazy notion that people should inherently trust each other; that how people acted was more important than how well they filled out paperwork or passed tests. He actually believed that a person who demonstrated skill with something should be allowed to do that something without question, and not have to get permission from random folk who actually have no clue who Steve is.

Silly Steve.

So when exactly does a privilege become no longer worth the privilege? How many goats does one need to sacrifice; how many pints of ones own blood must one offer to the demons before the privilege is no longer worth it?

I am once again girding for battle with the evil beasts of the Arizona Motor Vehicle Department. So far they have defeated me at every turn. I am starting to wonder if the fight is actually worth it. An endless battle to simply get a little piece of plastic that says I have “permission” to do something that I am not only perfectly capable of doing, but do better than many. And why do I have this never-ending battle? Because I dared to celebrate a holiday one year.

Silly Steve.

I have to fight tooth and nail for a so-called privilege. Yet it is a privilege That I am told that I MUST have. I don’t even like driving. Yet I MUST have a driver’s license. So despite my instincts, I have given into the whisper’s of the multitude, dropped my pants and said have at it.

And the bloody idiots still make it difficult! Seems that they are so lost in their own red tape that they can’t even bugger a guy who is bent over and has his pants dropped!

I bow my head in awe to the wonderful masters of confusion that have made it so incredibly impossible to even do what they actually are asking me to do!

Long live the Bureaucracy! We would have a serious lack of things to laugh at without em!

0 thoughts on “Silly Steve

  1. You already know my feelings on this shit! I had a perfect driving record till I was 45. Perfect! Got one lousy DUI, couldn’t drive, live in the middle of nowhere, couldn’t get a job cause I couldn’t drive from the middle of nowhere…no job, no money. No money, no fines get paid. No fines get paid they won’t let me plate my car. Can’t plate my car there’s no sense in getting my license now that I can, cause I still can’t drive my car! Sons-a-bitch’s! Three freaking years now! Think maybe they’d give me a break, let me get my plates, and they’ll get their money back when I go to work…hell no! Guy actually told me to get my husband to help me. I told him he won’t cause he’s got me right where he wants me (tad bit controlling). Know what he says? “I think you need to reconsider you’re living arrangement.” Think? Let me get my license back and I might be able to get a job and do just that!
    Sorry, Steve! This shit just uncorks my bottle!

    • Nobody realizes how ridiculous the system is and how difficult it makes things until one is caught by it. I know so many other’s with similar stories. Yet the general public sees this as a stable punishment to something that has been thoroughly demonized. But at least it has been the impetus for both of us to start blogging 🙂

  2. I’ve never actually had a driver’s license… I’m not much into paperwork generally :o)

    I used to think that the government were actually deliberately out to get people – to make life harder and just generally be evil – but I figure that it’s just that usually just that every politician adds new rules so they can be seen to be “doing something” and nobody ever checks that all the rules work together – so you end up with about half dozen departments for the name thing, all with different rules, and they never talk to each other. Hence – impossible to get anything done – ever. It’s the best argument against all those conspiracy theories tho – how could the government possibly organize a good conspiracy? They can’t even work out how to post a letter most days.

    • I think there is a lot of truth in what you are saying. Traffic law is a very good way to pretend one is dealing with the problems of the world because it is in everyones faces. And then if one gets caught in the quagmire, the real problems of the world might take a back seat! Great observation!!

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