I’ve been battling a cold for the past week, and have so far managed to avoid buying any Sudafed to help with the congestion, but I finally got tired of feeling stuffed up, so I broke down and forked over my license and John Hancock to buy a pack of the good stuff.
I just have one thing to say about Sudafed PE: it sucks! The PE apparently stands for Placebo Effect, because I’m not convinced that crap does a damned thing. It certainly doesn’t clear me up. The government, and any Congress Critter who voted for this, can take all the packs of Sudafed PE I’ve bought, and and stuff them where the sun don’t shine.
I don’t care if people make methamphetamines from pseudoephedrine containing products, I really don’t. What I buy is between me and the pharmacist who’s selling it to me, and as far as I’m concerned, the politicians can keep their noses out of my f**king business. Fork over my license and sign forms because I have a stuffy nose? Piss off.
I feel bad for the kid behind the counter though, because clearly he has been abused over this. I felt the need to make the comment “You’d think I was buying plutonium or something.” as I affixed my signature to his government watch list. He ran through a rehashed script, in a rather defensive tone, “People are using to make meth. It’s a new law. It’s not just us. It’s every pharmacy counter in the country.” So I said “I know, I just still think it sucks.” I guess I should have just kept my mouth shut, it wasn’t his fault, and I wasn’t trying to rag on him.
Americans in early times would have brought out the tar and feathers for any politician who had this much gumption. Two centuries ago, Pennsylvanians, over a 9 cent a gallon excise tax on whiskey, engaged in outright rebellion, which got so out of hand that Washington himself lead federal troops into Western Pennsylvania to put down the uprising. What have we become? We’ve gotten too accustomed, as Americans, to bending over for the politicians. From time to time, they need to be reminded who they work for. So write your Congress Critter, and tell them, in very nice, polite and eloquent prose, that how you treat a stuffy nose is none of his damned business. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll bring the tar, and you can bring the feathers!