My grandfather had a favorite saying about rights and priviledges. Well, one of many.
“My rights end where your nose begins.”
More and more, folks today don’t seem to recognize their responsibility to consider the effects of their behavior on others. All most folks care about is their attachment to fake “rights” (while letting the important ones slide and ignoring the fact that rights have responsibilities attached). Heck, some folks view licenses to do things as rights. And others (particularly politicians) view rights as something to be controlled, limited and licensed (making “priviledges granted by the political elite” out of “rights” *sigh*)
OK, here are a couple of examples of one small aspect of this complex issue:
1.) This page (and the attendant video) about an SUV driver (could have been an “anything” driver—nothing special about SUVs, I suppose) whose irresponsible behavior was just flat-out dangerous. Driving is a priviledge, licensed based on a certain very limited skill, knowledge of the ruling statutes concerning driving behavior and subsequent behavior. It is not a right, but it does carry an enormous weight of responsibility. Watch the video. I’ve been in situations like the one depicted. It’s not safe, and the driver was NOT acting responsibly (yeh, and I have the—healed—broken bones to back up my assertion).
But. From the camera angle and what’s actually shown in the view filmed, the biker was riding too far to the left, as well. More than one person was pushing their license to use the highways past the edge of responsible behavior. Yeh, I know the page asserts “a little left of the fog line” but that “little left” looks to be about 2 feet, to me. Too far left for riding in traffic.
But I could be wrong.
Still, from Chapter 8, page 5 of the Missouri Drivers License Guide
“There is only one reason to use your horn: to warn other drivers.”
And,
Other equipment of motor vehicles–violations, penalty.
307.170. 1. Signaling devices: Every motor vehicle shall be equipped with a horn, directed forward, or whistle in good working order, capable of emitting a sound adequate in quantity and volume to give warning of the approach of such vehicle to other users of the highway and to pedestrians. Such signaling device shall be used for warning purposes only and shall not be used for making any unnecessary noise, and no other sound-producing signaling device shall be used at any time.
Which brings up
2.) Our new “trailer park trash” neighbors.
*sigh*
If I had wanted to live around loud, drunken parties (in their front yard, no less), people honking horns outside our bedroom window at all hours of the day and night (darned near every time folks drive up there, it seems they have to honk their horns, whether there’s anyone else at the house or not*), driven-to-distortion bass booms coming from front-yard-parked trucks, easily felt as well as heard inside on the other side of our house, and all kinds of other “trailer park trash” behavior, then that’s where I’d live.
I’m putting the local cop (well, there are more than one, but there’s only one at a time on duty) on speed dial. 911 would be overkill. No more gentle warnings or remonstrations.
But why can’t folks simply stop and think: hey! There’s no one home. I don’t need to honk my horn!
Or whatever might move them to think, “My rights end where someone else’s nose begins.”
*No one home and honking the horn? I’ve had folks ask me if my new neighbors are cooking meth, suggesting perhaps it’s an “all clear” signal to someone inside. I don’t know. Sure, we get toxic fumes drifting this way from over there from time to time, but that could just be trailer park trash cuisine… *heh*
Nothing will move them to be “group minded” because
they are “self minded”.hey why dont u jus learn to luvvvvvv their noxious fumes and music, if u can call it that eh?..smirk.not sure if theres a cure
for that disease David..yup dial 911 ..mebbe in your
town that will actually help…round here they wont respond unless
yer half pas dead..sigh.
Zz Top – Neighbor, Neighbor Lyrics
(Billy Gibbons)
Neighbor, neighbor, why you messin’ in my life?
Neighbor, neighbor, you’ve been talkin’ to my wife,
Tellin’ her you seen me
Runnin’ wild the other night,
Runnin’ wild the other night.
A neighbor, neighbor, theres’s always one in every crowd.
A neighbor, neighbor, tellin’ lies and talkin’ loud.
You better watch your step now.
You might fall off your cloud.
You might fall off your cloud.
Now I was walking down a dusty road
When along came a neighbor of mine.
He saw me walkin’ with my head hung down,
He just had to stop and pass the time.
Neighbor, neighbor, floatin’ in the salty brine.
Floatin’ in the salty brine.
Unreal. This kind of behavior drives me crazy. Hope your local cop is sympathetic. We’ve had to deal with smilar situations in the past and fortunately we had a sympathetic cop, which makes it much easier (and shorter) to get from point “now” to point “return to quiet.”