I’m still grumbling about the bag bans that have spread from Mill Valley, to all of Marin and now, thanks to those Democrats in the state legislature, to the whole of California. To begin with, I really hate having my government tell me and the merchants from whom I buy what can and cannot be bought and sold (or given away) in the free market. Yes, governments have always placed prohibitions on the sale of some things, but nothing will ever convince me that my brown paper bag is the equivalent of heroine, cigarettes, or girly magazines.
The next thing that bugs me is this coercive government effort to turn me into a bag lady. To all those smug Marinites who march into stores laden with bags advertising other stores, you don’t look cool. You look like this: