I am approaching my late twenties and I'm in an area now where driving is all but essential. As an atomistic individual, unattached to other human beings, existing in a void of personal responsibility, I have taken it upon myself to learn how to drive at the age of 28. I can be a single point of light in a void along the road. I had suffered the perils of collectivism and lived in an area where you must herd yourself into trains with the other socialist chattel and go to work, but now I can finally be my own man and travel the open road, unobstructed and free. Well, I would if it weren't for one thing:
The government. (Scary Music)
The government wants to wrap bureaucratic red tape around my neck and squeeze until there is no self sufficiency left in me. I looked online at the state website and I saw that I had to first get a permit, then take a road test, then wait in line at the socialist DMV for my license to do something I should have the liberty to do. They made me pay $15 of my hard earned money to take a written test, asking me stupid government questions like "Who has the right of way at a four way stop?" and "If you see a school bus with its red blinkers on, what must you do?" They probably hired bureaucrats to write these inane questions, leeching off of my individualism and forcing me to answer these questions so I can "earn" the liberty that should already be afforded to me. I handed my test to a nondescript woman clad in gray. I dreamed of watching her get into a train crash, only to wiggle and squirm incoherently, unable to do anything for herself. She handed me a piece of government paper, saying I passed and I could get my license in 30 days.
I don't need the Nanny State telling me how to drive, making me get car insurance, and checking to see if I know how to use my turn signal properly. In fact, I went out driving today and as a unique and superior individual I took to the (empty) parking lot by my house (at 9 pm at night to make sure no one else was there) like I was a Formula One racer. I drove in circles for hours in the night air. I don't need the government making sure I can park properly. This is America. If I want to take two sections to park my car, then that's my liberty. If I forget the car is in reverse and fly into a muddy ditch and have to wait until two nice Albanian teenagers come and help me out, then that's my right! If I forget which pedal is the gas and which one's the brakes and almost plow into a car where the lady was really mad at me, and understandably so, then we don't need the government! We could just fight to the death for honor like they did in the old days.
In the end, the government will test my driving ability and hand me a piece of ornate plastic as a "gift" which I will refuse because it will make me weak and selfish. But, one day, I will drive, and go to a place where I can feel the winds of liberty...