Chicken or Egg

The League of American Wheelmen was founded in 1880 by bicycle enthusiasts. In an effort to improve riding conditions so they might better enjoy their newly discovered sport, more than 100,000 cyclists from across the United States joined the League to advocate for paved roads. The success of the League in its first advocacy efforts ultimately led to our national highway system.



Times have changed. Automobiles became and still are the reason for the immense growth of our highly sophisticated system of roads. Those still riding bicycles on our crowded city streets are taking their lives into their own hands. I can tolerate bicycle lanes. But on roads with no shoulders, many with only one lane in either direction, these bicycle enthusiasts have no right to impede traffic and cause harmful if not fatal traffic accidents. They pay little, if any, user fees to help local governments pay for the special treatment they receive. They are selfish. If they want to jeopardize their own lives, that is one thing. It is quite another to do so in a way that jeopardizes many others around them.



So what came first - the chicken or the egg? Was man built for the earth, or was the earth built for man? Because paved roads may have come into existence due to bicycle riders, does this mean that those who drive cars (and pay dearly for doing so) should be put into harm's way to accommodate the bicyclists' blatant disregard for human life? I don't feel it is right to possibly need to decide, while driving my car, between running into a bicyclist or into an oncoming motorized vehicle.

The Supreme Court and other things

Time is limited, so here we go. The Supreme Court recently rendered an opinion that Americans do indeed have the right to own and bear arms. What a no-brainer. Like what part of the Revolutionary War didn't you understand?

And Obama...I have not the time to expound at this moment. Suffice to say that he would be...a laughing stock. An international, how much more ridicule can one country take kind of laughing stock.

Get real.