What better way to explain how regulations are barriers to access than to talk about disposing of dog poop? And thank goodness for Trump’s judicial picks.
Let me begin by clarifying what I will not say in this post: I will not say that Trump’s judicial choices are the equivalent of dog poop. I have liked his judicial choices and consider them the equivalent of cleaning up dog poop. It’s regulations — and the bureaucracy that enforces them — that are like cleaning up dog poop.
I’m not explaining this well. Let me begin with the dog poop.
I have dogs and a back yard (for my English readers, a “back garden”). Although I take my dogs for exercise walks around the neighborhood, the backyard is the repository for their business. I actually take them back there myself, because we’ve never been able to make the yard sufficiently dog proof to keep them from roaming. Add in the fact that people have found coyotes in their yards in my neighborhood and that raptors bigger than my dogs routinely circle overhead, and you can see why I’m with them every step of the way.
Although my yard is spacious, and my dogs small, the poop accumulates surprisingly fast. When you’re with your dogs every step of the way, having poop landmines scattered about is stressful and, if I’m not paying attention, quite unpleasant. For years, whenever the poopmines overwhelmed me, I’ve laboriously worked my way through the grass and weeds searching for doggie gifts, which I’ve deposited in a big bag, ready to go into the garbage.
It would have made a lot more sense over the years if I’d behaved in my yard the same way I behave on my neighborhood walks: Have a poop bag on hand, clean up the poops immediately, and then immediately dispose of them in a garbage can. (And our suburban neighborhood very nicely has poop bags and garbage cans available at regular intervals in popular dog-walking areas.) It’s that last part, though, the putting the collected poop in a garbage can, that has stopped me. [Read more…]