All I Want in a State…

All I want from a state (as in, the state I live in) is:

  • To not be taxed into oblivion (I know I’ll never get away from taxes entirely, so just… take it easy on me, OK?);
  • To have a reasonably efficient state government (i.e., to not have to go into a 1960′s era building with insufficient parking and fill out forms in triplicate on carbon paper with a No. 2 pencil just to get the license plate for my car);
  • To be reasonably easy for people to exercise their 2nd amendment rights (that is, don’t make it so I have to apply to the chief of police for permission to apply for permission to own a gun, have 6 personal references, provide a DNA sample, and an affidavit from my 3rd grade teacher attesting as to how often I used to play “cops and robbers” at recess); and most importantly,
  • The right to own (and better yet, carry in public) a sharpened 26 inch samurai sword. (For protection, of course – because “swords don’t run out of bullets.”)

That’s really all I want.

Is that too much to ask?