There are certainly several different viewpoints concerning law and order. What is it exactly the gives one man the right to impose restrictions on the actions of others? Personally, I think that he who has the most guns on his side makes the rules but what about the instances where the distribution of power isn't a life and death decision? How much control over our own lives are we giving away freely?
   Your ancestors and mine fought to secure rights for their children [namely we present deluded], rights which no men during their time in history had ever known and piece by piece, right by right, we are undoing the results of their sacrifice. Now I'm all for a law that keeps drunken stooges from running my family over with a pickup truck, just as much as I feel that some offenses are deserving of incarceration [such as rape ect... fry those punks] but who in the world can explain legislation that prevents me from carrying a knife above three inches in length or takes away my right to smoke in a bar?
   Yeah, yeah, allot of people don't like the smell of smoke and a big knife isn't necessary to open a letter or a FedEx package but that isn't the point. The point is, we are loosing our freedoms people. One bill at a time, one rule at a time, we are steadily moving into a nation of rigid restriction. Some laws are good as I've earlier stated, I've no desire to arm my children so that they can go to school without getting shot [sadly this happens often anyway but not enough to issue my teenage step-daughters handguns], but since when has there been a limit imposed on the amount of alcohol a private citizen can make for themselves.
   They expect small dairy farms to meet ridiculous and unnecessary health standards that only major milk conglomerates can afford. If your milk processors are in a sealed environment, there's no need to reduce air born dust by paving the driveway access to your storage tanks. Small time farmers are being sued by corporate agricultural firms for cross-pollination of crops due to wind patterns. What the hell is a farmer to do, dome in his fields? A burglar falls through a skylight and injuries himself in a woman’s home, then sues her for damages and wins. Some jackass burns his crotch with McDonald's coffee and while his pants are still warm, files a suit. When is the madness going to end folks?
   My great grandfather would have laughed his ass off in disbelief at these stories, cut himself a chunk of red meat with a thirteen inch bowie, packed a corn cob pipe with some good ol' Kentucky Ditch Weed, took a pull off of a gallon jug of homemade moonshine and gathered up his rifle, incase of trespassers of rattlers, before heading into the fields to work his ass off, all the while swearing that it would never happen in his country.
   Can we just leave each other alone for a little while and let people do what they want [to an extent]? 
   I'll just end by quoting the late George Carlin," I love this country, I really do. It's the greatest country on the earth. I love the freedoms that we used to have..."