Well, it had to happen! Big Brother got the Appalachian Irishman -- caught on candid-not-a-real-cop-but-we're-goin'-to-make-a-buck camera!
Yeah, yeah, so I did run the red light! As I recall, the yellow light was on when I started under. It must have lasted 0.025 seconds. Of course, as most vile criminals of my ilk state, the guy behind me would have eaten bumper, if I had come screeching to a halt at the light!
Worse, yet, when I paid cash for my little truck eight years ago, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and her sister had to pick it up, after I had left the need-to-make-a-sale salesman weeping at his desk. (I had to get to work.) For some reason, the ditsy get-the-tag-info person placed Mrs. Appalachian Irishman’s name above mine on the title. I suppose since she picked up the truck. So, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, who arrived home before I did, was quite perturbed when the ticket came in her name! Yeah, okay, I’ll pay the stinking $50.00 fine and ask Big Brother to put it in my name. I have to live with the little lady, you know.
Entrepreneurial idea: Could someone out there create some type of product that would not allow these socialist cameras to read your license plate? Of course, the plate must still be legible to the naked eye. Any ideas?
By the way, let’s brag on the truck. Paid cash for it eight years ago, when it was six years old. Had about 84,000 miles on it. Has over 222,000 miles now. Doesn’t use oil. Starts right up. It’s a Nissan, built in Tennessee.
Anyone still want to bail out the American motor companies? Another idea: Since we, the lowly taxpayer, must bail out these companies, why don’t we demand a new vehicle, after they straighten out their mess and become profitable again? Don’t hold your breath.