State DMV Goes Ballistic over ‘KUMQUAT’ License Plate

Kumquats–somebody’s idea of politically incorrect fruit

Further proof that government, at all levels, has too much of our money, can’t think of constructive uses for it, and needs to be cut back:

A woman in North Carolina with a vanity license plate that said KUMQUAT, as in the fruit, was warned by the state’s Motor Vehicle Dept. that they had received “complaints”–note the plural–“that the plate is offensive and in poor taste.” ( http://www.thetimesnews.com/news/20160908/in-reference-to-personalized-license-plate-kumquat- ) The driver was given 30 days to notify the state, in writing, “what the word ‘kumquat’ means to you,” and it had better be good or else we’ll revoke your license plate.

The state has a policy of threatening anyone whose plate is the object of a complaint, no matter how idle, frivolous, baseless, moronic, or unfounded the complaint may  be. “Policy” is bureaucrat-speak for “We check our brains at the door.”

In this case the state of North Carolina withdrew the threat when it was proved to them that “kumquat” really is just a fruit, and not a term of racist or homophobic or whatevuh abuse.

Actually, they do taste pretty bad.

No More ‘Smores?

I think from now on it ought to be required that the president  be unmarried.

For someone whose title is mentioned nowhere in the Constitution, the “first lady” is always an annoyance and sometimes a true pest. The one we’ve got now is a menace.

Our current Worst Lady has a fetish for telling people what they ought to eat. Her latest caper is a bid to turn the traditional campfire treat, ‘smores, into “a healthy treat” by getting rid of the chocolate and marshmallow and replacing the good stuff with lo-fat yogurt ( http://www.bizpacreview.com/2015/05/29/flotus-kills-americas-favorite-campfire-snack-myplate-smores-without-chocolate-or-marshmallows-208584 ).

The horror! The horror…

Let’s see… If you take away the chocolate and the marshmallow from a ‘smore, isn’t that kind of like taking the meat and the bun from a hamburger? You can replace them with anything you want, but what you get won’t be a hamburger.

Do we really, truly, deeply want some sinner in Washington, D.C., nagging us about our snacks?

May God rid us of ungodly rulers.