Barefeet

If you want to see how bad a shape this country is in, then try to walk around barefoot in a library. Ha. See how far you get before some fascist comes up with his pencil behind his ear and tells you to put your shoes back on. It's a health code violation (Would you like to smell my foot? I clean my feet every day with bleach!). These people don't want to see your feet (Sure, like they care). It's a safety issue, you might get hurt (Give me a break).

Ha. Ha. Welcome to Obama's America. Welcome to the biggest joke in American history. Isn't it funny? Didn't think so.

First of all, the droves of people they claimed didn't want to see my feet were busy reading or picking their noses or being good little government loving slaves. They didn't even notice me, much less care that I was enjoying the way the carpet felt on my toes. Yeah, alright, I happen to like not being restricted by shoes and socks. You want to talk about foot odor, it comes from wearing shoes and socks all the time like some captive.

Safety issue? Here's the sissification of America at work. Right in front of your face. Strongest nation on earth? Not anymore, Jack. Not when we have laws that protect people from stepping on a pushpin. This is what we're paying our congressmen to do? We're so worried that someone might stub a toe that we have to enact draconian policies to protect them. If I stub my toe I take full responsibility for walking into a damned bookshelf (If I were so stupid, which I am not).

I tried to explain some things to the man. He wasn't listening. He threatened to call the police, I was creating a scene.

I'm writing this as a warning. There are people in this country who blindly follow stupid rules. We don't need these rules. The seeds of socialism have already taken root if we are quibbling over what I wear on my feet. The next thing, we'll be standing in line for bread. Ha. Ha. I'm not laughing.