My darling buddy Tracy recently got herself in a bit of a pickle and got to hear go off on auto license plates and mandatory insurance.

T:
I put in a new alternator last week, had a tire blow out on the freeway, and got a $550 traffic ticket. Ha! Ha! Beat that.

M_:
Okay, 2 months ago I had my alternator puke. The next day I had a tire go flat on me. (true, coincidentally enough). As to the $550 ticket... that's where you're on your own. If you don't mind my asking, and even if you do, how the bloody fuck do you even score a $550 ticket? Let me guess. You were drunk at 1 in the afternoon and plowed into the little bus full of special needs students.

T:
And no, I was not drunk at 1pm, I never get drunk before 5pm. No insurance. That's all it took. No bus. No actual moving violations, just bad tabs (yes, I am a fucking idiot) and no insurance.

M_:
Tracy, my lovely wanton companion on the road of self-destruction, for shame. Don't you realize that our benevolent masters are only providing for our continued well-being by requiring that we dole out funds to a subsidized industry that may or may not fulfill its obligations should we ever call on them to do so? Of course the requirement that we affix identification numbers to our vehicles and pay what, to the unenlightened, may seem to be a usurious fee to renew that identification number each year is truly just a means for those benevolent masters to fund their many efforts to safeguard our comfort and security. It was right of the officer to issue you a reprimand for violating your sacred covenant, and I hope and pray you have learned that to be a vital and contributing member of the greater (w)hole you must abide by the masters' decisions and edicts for the good of all.

(Yes, my libertarianism is in full swing today. Personally, I applaud you for your indirect bit of civil disobedience in disregarding the wholly illegal and reprehensible restrictions placed upon your fundamental right of self-locomotion. Bravo.)

M_