One of the little bon mots that my father used to quote was “laws are made for the obedience of fools and the guidance of wise men”.
I was poking around the Interweb today and I came across a wee article about a bloke who can’t defend himself against a death sentence because he has a beard which is against regulations.
Now, I’m not concerned about the whys and wherefores about the trial or whether the bloke is guilty or not. It just struck me that here was a classic case of an idiotic regulation being rigidly adhered to and causing problems.
Then I got to thinking about all the other rules, laws, statutes and regulations that try to govern every waking moment of our days.
Even the simple act of driving my car to the village is fraught with legalese. I must wear a seatbelt [for my own good]. I mustn’t use a mobile phone. I must not exceed an arbitrary speed. I must keep within the confines of painted lines [even though obeying them forces me into a blind bend]. I must not have had a drink on me. My car must have a full set of working lights [even in broad daylight]. If a little bit of wire is glowing behind a red lens, I must stop and wait there even though there is no other reason why I should stop. The list is virtually endless.
It has reached the stage where it is almost impossible to live a single day without breaking a whole clatter of laws, regulations, statutes and rules. The very act of saying that the European Parliament is run by a shower of inept, money mad, power crazed cunts is an illegal act.
There is only one alternative.
Ignore them all and be guided by common sense.
My Dad was a wise man.