We recently noticed this news item where a couple of little girls in Georgia were forced by the chief of police to shut down their lemonade stand because they didn’t have the necessary permits. Three permits totaling $150 for one day of operation, to be exact.
This sort of nanny-state Gestapoism is not just ridiculous. It is an affront to liberty which should outrage us all.
But it does serve to provide us with not just fodder to write about, but it also a reason to revisit an older post from one of our contributors, revise it, and update it:
And finally:Â If life gives you lemons and you choose to set up a lemonade stand in Midway, Georgia, the chief of police will say: “Where are your permits, little girl?”
While most sites are playing the Commandant’s birthday message, posting some sort of link to a motivational video on YouTube, or writing a missive about the history of the Corps, today I decided to instead share one of my favorite Marine Corps jokes:
On the evening of November 10th, 1775, a guy walks into Tun Tavern, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, for his nightly tankard of ale. He notices a couple gents setting up a table, and walks over to them.
“What’re ya doin’ here?” he asked.
“Oh, we’re recruitin for a new outfit called the Marine Corps,” one said. “We just formed it today,” said the other.
“Marine Corps, eh? What’s that?”
“Well, we aim to put Marines on ships as seaborne warriors. In addition to fighting ship-to-ship battles, the Marines will also be tasked with conducting amphibious operations… raids for provisions and such. You want to sign up?” asked the Marines’ first recruiter.
“Well, sounds interesting. What’s in it for me?”
“Sign up today and you get a free tankard of ale,” the recruiter said.
“A free tankard? Okay, sure, I’ll sign up.” So the man signed up, collected his free tankard of ale, and went to sit at a table reserved for new recruits.
He sat there for a while, drinking his ale, and another guy walks over with two tankards of ale and sits down.
“Where’d you get those two tankards of ale?” asks the first recruit.
“I signed up for the Marine Corps,” says the second. “They were giving out two free tankards for anyone who would sign up.”
The first looks at his near-empty tankard and says, “Wasn’t like that in the Old Corps.”
Semper Fidelis, brothers. And happy birthday.
Oh, politicians, environmentalists, and their choo-choo trains.
Over in the New York Times, Jason Plautz of Greenwire tries to compare Obama’s bullet train to Eisenhower’s push for an interstate highway system.
The piece quotes Federal Railroad Administration chief Joe Szabo as saying, “In the 20th century, our vision led to the Interstate Highway System. In the 21st century, our vision will give us a world-class network of high-speed passenger rail corridors.”
The article goes on to hit all the normal buttons: how trains will help us reduce our dependence on oil and cut carbon emissions; how it would put people to work; and how it would boost commerce and improve the economy. It also draws all sorts of parallels between the interstate highway systems beginnings and Obama’s work in trying to get high speed rail started. For example, the article talks about how Eisenhower was “amazed” at the autobahn and then goes on to quote Obama’s speech where he talks about how great high-speed rail and public transportation is in other countries and how we don’t have it here.
Jason, Joe, and Barry, we have some news for you: Railroads are not highways. And Ike didn’t push for an interstate highway system because of jobs or commerce.
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