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Monday, March 4, 2019

I’m Dying Over Here




Over the years, I have traveled countless miles by both land and air.  More than 84,000-miles per year were not out of the question.



One of those places I visited was California.  California is a rather large state, and for business reasons, I stayed in San Diego, Los Angeles, and San Francisco.



On both the big screen and television, these cities are portrayed as idyllic, and for the most part, they are.



The exception to that rule is two-fold; the politicians are largely under the influence of psychotropic drugs, and they love to take other people’s money.



I understand that politicians are born with that theft gene in their DNA, so I have plenty of compassion when they wink and tell the world the average resident (anywhere) needs to pay more in taxes.



Of course, most working people know that that is not true.  The Average Joe and Joette pay lots in taxes for the benefit of all of society.  This money includes school funding, police and fire services, and transportation needs.



But it also includes tax dollars for free phones, food, housing, education, and parkland, all of which are not necessarily used by the working class and elderly.  Still, they pay for all those amenities and say nothing about this strong arm crime.



My sainted wife and I decided we deserved a magical appliance in the form of a KitchenAid mixer, upon our retirement.



For decades we either had not enough money for one, or not enough space.  KitchenAid mixers are a high-quality appliance that uses attachments to augment its versatility.  In other words, it’s a terrific gift that provides a regular excuse to buy a new attachment.



After some years, we’ve accumulated a wide variety of those attachments to include a pasta maker, spiralizer, grinder, and shredder, all of which work well, thereby encouraging future purchases.



And because we have a copious amount of citrus fruits, hand reaming is virtually impossible.



Yes, we own one of those little plastic deals with an attached glass jar to collect your fresh-squeezed lemons, limes, oranges, and grapefruit, sans seeds.



We made an executive decision to purchase the next logical mixer attachment, a citrus juicer.



A ray of sunshine - everywhere except California
Once home in our modest kitchen I opened the box for its initial washing.  It was at this point that I discovered something terribly alarming; we were either going to die an imminent death, or we weren’t.  I wasn’t quite sure, though.



The box sported a label that had writing in three languages, two of which were foreign – ha, ha – to me.



This stern warning appears as follows: CALIFORNIA RESIDENTS ONLY – WARNING: Cancer and Reproductive Harm – www.P65Warnings.ca.gov



Wasn’t I right about it being pretty stern?



But this is where the waters become cloudy.  According to this legal, written by and overpaid attorney, warning, this applies to California, only.  Or does it?



It appears as though cancer and reproductive harm is germane and limited to California.



All this begs the question: how do California residents juice their citrus fruit?



Maybe all this nannyism – a close cousin to buttinskism – is just another way for lawyers to make a quick buck by writing goofy warnings, thereby adding unwanted costs to the products to which they are attached.



Here’s my personal solution to this serious dilemma.  I merely turned the box over to where I couldn’t see the dire warning and avoided a deadly crisis for me and my family.



Please feel free to use this handy tip yourself.