What an idiot. He write a long column on the subject of monitoring and does not even mention the mileage-based tolling possibilities...which is the ultimate goal of this system (and supported by a lot of IDIOT conservatives).
Wait until you are pulled over by a cop using one of these new *License Plate Scanner Computer Readers* ...and when the cop is removing your plates, arranging for your car to be towed...while you try to explain that the data in his *system* is wrong. Fun stuff Amerika.
You guys do realize that your car almost definitely already has this right? If your car was made after 1990 it’s probably EFI, if it’s EFI it has a computer, if it has a computer it has the accident buffer. Not sure why they bothered to make it a law, since it’s already happened.
So the GOP will also betray the People on this issue?
It's funny how when real Tyranny raises its ugly head, both parties often cooperate to impose it.
If the People's House passes this crap, it will be more proof that the GOP is just as big an enemy as the Democrats.
They can both go to Hell...
And why are we letting it happen?
Rush - “Red Barchetta
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAvQSkK8Z8U
Lyrics:
My uncle has a country place that no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law
And on Sundays, I elude the eyes, hop the turbine freight
To far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground as the turbo slows to cross the borderline
Then run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine
But down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years, to keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris that hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta from a better vanished time
Ooh, fired up the willing engine, responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime
Wind in my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge
Well-weathered leather, hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome, the blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Suddenly ahead of me across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires to run the deadly race
It goes screaming through the valley as another joins the chase
Drive like the wind, straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope, I’ve got a desperate plan
At the one lane bridge, I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm to dream with my uncle at the fireside