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For the love of dolls, I understand that superior, gifted intellectual liberals are concerned about the validity of Obamacare after today's oral arguments. But still, how, how, how on earth did this whopper of a news story get buried by the press today?
Going forward, all students sitting for the college SAT exam will have to produce a photo ID. Why? To cut down on cheating. Repeat, I repeat: no one can take the SAT without producing a photo ID!
No doubt, the Department of Justice will step in tomorrow to block this new measure. Oh, wait, only the government can violate your Constitutional rights, not a private testing agency. Damn. But whatever. I'm sure the DOJ will find a way to intervene here, and it damn sure better.
Because requiring a photo ID to take the SAT to get into college is obviously a transparent attempt to opaquely discriminate against minorities under the guise of transparency. This pretext, so transparent, makes me want to vomit opacity at the end of the day.
Last week a mammoth Government woman ran her hands over my entire body, from head to crotch to toe. Noooo biggie, right? Whatever it takes to keep me safe! But then? Err, you should probably sit down for this: I had to show her my photo ID to get on the plane. Yeah, you read that right. I had to show this stranger-danger woman my photo ID.
Oh, I was incensed alright. You can touch me all over, girlfriend, and over again. But when you ask to see my photo ID, you disrespect me. It is intrusive. It is invasive. It is insulting. And it is disenfranchising. I am a woman! But hells bells, what am I going to say except "yes,
To regain my composure -- because the taxpayer-purchased re-composure benches were nowhere to be found . . .
I stopped off to buy some wine at a grocery store on my way to the hotel. And once again -- cue the Twilight Zone -- I had to show the cashier my photo ID. #$%&*! This time I was flabbergasted because, and I sheepishly admit, I thought maybe it was because I don't look 21.
Could it be? God, let it be. It is! It is! And in my delusional state, I puffed up with pride, so supremely flattered was I. Indeed I nearly hugged the woman.
But then she took it upon herself to explain that state law required her to scan my photo ID before she could sell me alcohol. This was no compliment. No, she had no choice, even though it was obvious to her that I was well, well over the age of 18.
Thanks a lot, hon. So go on, now, club an old lady. Kill a baby seal. I'm feeling super-empowered and franchised, all thanks to you.
So when did this insidious, invidious discrimination slip in with the camel's nose under our great big tent? What is going on? Say, Draino, and adopt-our-kittens SPCA?
Since you're both aiders and abetters of minority disenfranchisement, you are dead to me. If my drains are clogged with hairballs, I don't care. I can hear them coming for me anyhow, so go on and take me away.
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And just when I thought I'd had all I could take, there was more. This afternoon I got my car inspected and I had to produce my driver's license yet again. Major trauma time. Shaking tremulously, I said to the Jiffy Lube man, "I feel completely disenfranchised, having to show you my driver's license. I don't need it to vote, so why should I have to show it to you?"
He grunted. I sobbed. And then I sobbed for him, for my son, for our civil rights, for the future of our country. It was clear he had no clue.
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But Eric Holder understands. Yes, Eric gets it.
Alas, my post tonight was going to be about how gruesome it can be to be right. As predicted, here we are, you and I, working our tails off to bail out Europe via the IMF. But Special Drawing Rights and swap lines are so complicated and I don't have time to research them at the moment. Not to mention, my sister and my kid tell me that stuff is dense and boring, and I'm in a mad dash to go buy a hoodie -- a college-style hoodie -- so I can show everyone I'm on the right team.
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So au revoir, for now. In the meantime, go race war warriors! Go team!
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