Snowing today and I have to go to the DMV. I'm gonna get my RealID... so I can ride an airplane... Not that I plan on riding an airplane. That was the sales pitch I was given just before the tale of woe that would befall me should I not comply with the government's "Show me your papers!!!!" mandate.
I even shaved so I'll be pretty.
I'm always nervous when a government officiant types my information into their evil computer. There may be some offense I committed and forgot about lurking in there.
I wonder if, in Progressive America, I'll eventually need one if I want to travel from Missourah down to Arkansas. Checkpoints at the border to stop the illegal flow of goods and cash, not to mention to protect everyone from the latest annual "flu epidemic."