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Don't you just hate government?

No, we don't want government regulation!
We want chicken eggs that kill us, and catfish full of poison.

Do you know what it costs to regulate egg producers?
It costs a lot!  Do you know how many people
would have to die every year to equal the cost
of making sure the eggs we buy are safe?  A lot!

Of course the catfish farmers in Mississippi are losing money!
They are paying minimum wages to the people who work for them,
while the farmers in China can hire people for a fraction of that!
The catfish farmers in Mississippi have to feed their fish
safe and tested corn and soybean meal, while in China
their catfish eat a lot of what just comes down the river
from the pipe at the edge of the town, upriver.  Chinese
river water is filled with nutrients, and things.

Do you think the eggs produced in Iowa are bad?
You can thank your lucky stars that the government
does not regulate overseas egg producers the way we do,
or eggs would cost a whole lot more.  And, as you know,
we go kind of easy on the e-coli, as it is.

No, government regulation is bad!  Bad, bad, bad!
Nothing good comes from government regulation
except catfish at a dollar a pound more.  If you want
more than just plain catfish--say, for instance, catfish
that glows in the dark--you have to turn the producers
free to let market forces take over.

And that is to say nothing about regulating airlines,
traffic, automobile safety, medicines, who may practice
medicine, whether houses are built safely, pajamas
that catch fire, booze that will make you go blind,
low-hanging electrical wires, car brakes, and all that
other stuff that governments meddle in, which private
ownership has the know-how and the gotcha to do
at a much lower cost than by paying minimum wages.

Don't you just hate government?

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