Garden State Stupidity
Nick Gillespie | March 11, 2005, 11:20am
Yes, I know from growing up there that New Jersey produces the best corn, TV mobsters, and toxic landfills in the country. (And yes, the three products are probably all related to one another.)
And some of the dumbest, most annoying lawmakers in both the free and unfree world. A couple of decades ago, it was trying to make Bruce Springsteen's get-outta-here-anyway-we-can-baby anthem "Born to Run" the "unofficial" state song; just a few days ago it was declaring the tomato the state vegetable.
Now comes word via Rogier van Bakel at Nobody's Business that a lawmaker wants televised poker shows to cough up money to treat gambling addicts.
Why stop at poker shows? ESPN could be made to pay into a healthcare fund for people with sports injuries. Maybe the Playboy Channel should start paying the therapy bills for sex addicts. And since mob shows could push the gullible into a life of crime, why don't we order HBO to send a check to the Crime Victims Fund for every new episode of The Sopranos?
Whole thing here.
Eric II | March 11, 2005, 12:29pm | #
New Jersey.
The state with the country's 10th-highest population and highest population density, but without a large city of any real consequence.
The only state not to have a state song.
The only state whose primary state university isn't named after itself, but after some Revolutionary War figure who otherwise would be long forgotten.
A state that's the fifth-smallest in the nation in terms of size, yet in which the residents of half of its land mass don't root for the state's pro basketball and hockey teams, but rather for ones in Pennsylvania.
A state that possesses two pro football teams and one of America's most famous landmarks, but is content to have them all belong to New York.
A state that decided to create a gambling resort in a place that contained a boardwalk and a beach, and was within close proximity of two of the five largest cities in the country, but which nonetheless couldn't succeed in making the place worthy of shining Vegas' shoes.
A state that doesn't trust you to pump your own gas, puts up toll booths at 15-mile intervals and traffic cops at 10-mile intervals on its most prominent highway, and has managed to send half the nation's car insurance companies fleeing to greener pastures.
A state that gets busted on by everyone from Rush Limbaugh to Howard Stern to the cast of Futurama to my flaky English lit professor.
A state whose only saving grace, other than the corn (and maybe the blueberries), is that it's not Alabama.