Obama’s shining city on a hill: The California DMV

I filled out the damn little form as fast as possible, knowing that doing just that would get me out of the office, once I was safely inside. If not, I may be captive for who knows how long. My life could be in danger.

As I entered DMV CENTCOM, I glanced at the number on the digital screen. I could smell the apprehension in the air – the angst, human misery. Body odor too. I waited my turn and was whisked away to window G-21 whereby I handed my expired license and super-prematurely filled-out form to a very unhappy skinny little man working behind the desk. Looking at him, straight into his beady little eyes, I offered a ‘good morning‘. However, he expressed no interest in the morning or it being good, either. Better for it, anyway, I thought.

“Thirty-one dollars” was all he said in a foreboding grunt. I happily paid and was informed that my shiny new license would arrive in the mail in 3-4 weeks.

All of this hassle and I had to wait 3-4 weeks for a plastic card that a credit card company would have in delivered to your mailbox in 24 hours. And my little experience exemplifies the progressive agenda, wrapped up with a shiny bow on top, and sold to Americans every several decades or so.

Have we lost our minds to not consider that Obama’s Shining City on a Hill is actually just a re-packaged Department of Motor Vehicles?

Tim Daniel is a small business owner and entrepreneur who currently lives in San Diego, California with his wife and lovely cat. He is editor in chief of the southern California-based Left Coast Rebel blog.