This is a story of empowerment…

A few weeks ago I told a story of me being pulled over by a young very rude cop. I illustrated the small nuanced ways he degraded me. He’s yelling, his laughing at me, he’s toying with me. Well today I discovered he victimized me in other way not clear at first. See when I was pulled over I failed to produce my insurance card. I simply couldn’t find it, later that night I found it was in a small (easily forgettable) cubby inside of my glove box. I didn’t worry I figured I’d take a photocopy of it send it in and the ticket would be dropped. I’ve done it before with no complications.

I sent in the photocopy along with the ticket and forgot about it. I then received a letter telling me I must appear in person to resolve the matter. So I had to do the thing everyone hates to do, go to the DMV! The DMV is hell, the death-star and thunder-dome wrapped into one. Someplace no one wants to be. When I got in I saw a huge line of people waiting to see a receptionist, who would then tell them what other small lines to wait on. The woman at the desk dealing with the line was acting quite odd. She seemed to be talking way too loud, some guy was having some sort of trouble with a ticket and this lady was airing his dirty laundry for everyone to hear. Maybe it’s the DMV’s idea of entertainment while you wait. Or maybe it’s just another case of the “great play called western civilization”.

Finally it was my turn. “Hello cuntbag” I greeted her.
…No just kidding I didn’t really say that. I should have though. I tried to tell her my problem but she cut me off and quickly directed me to where I had to go. I went on my merry way and minutes later I finally got to talk to someone who shed light on my predicament. SO HERE IS THE DEAL: It turns out there are two different ways to charge someone when they fail to produce their insurance card. One law (or one way of charging you) is to report that you don’t have an insurance card. If you prove you do, you get it dismissed. That’s what I figured would happen when I mailed in my proof of insurance. The second law is to report that you did not SHOW your insurance card, meaning it doesn’t matter if you have an insurance card or not, the “crime” was the not having it when it was needed. Basically super cop went out of his way to fuck me over.

But here what I have to say. Fuck it. It’s just money. If money is all they want from us let them have it. I’m not gonna feel victimized anymore. And neither should you. Here ye here ye! Listen to what I have to say. Go out and commit crimes! Any you like I don’t care. Fuck the law! Fuck the police! Do drugs, write on walls, kill people! (Okay don’t kill anyone that’s a bad idea) but my point is don’t live your life based upon the law. Live your life based upon your own morals and beliefs. Integrity means a lot to me, because integrity is the law one gives himself, the rules and standards every person holds themselves to. Now excuse me, it’s been great talking to you, but this pot isn’t going to smoke itself.