I love this post at RedState:
I don’t know what I did to make Dianne Feinstein hate me, but she really does.
That’s the only legitimate reason I can come up with for her law against the normal sale of pseodoephedrine, the best decongestant on the market, attached (of course) as an amendment to the Patriot Act.[...]
As you probably know if you’ve gotten sick anytime in the past 4 months, the only way to get the Cold & Sinus medicine that actually works - the kind with pseudoephedrine - is to fill out an entry on the “I might be using this medicine to cook crystal meth, so here’s my address” list. This entails doing the last things that anyone who’s desperately sick wants to do, such as standing in line at your pharmacy for 20 minutes with a bunch of sick, wailing, snot bubbling rugrats and their exhausted parental units, and waiting while a bleary-eyed pharmacist digs around trying to find the thick notebook (why, there are lots of people who get sick - who knew?) where you have to put down your name, address, SSN, blood type, and anything else Dianne Feinstein wants to know about you. Because your privacy doesn’t count for jack when you want the WORKING NyQuil, you dirty meth dealer.
The post goes on to point out that most meth manufacturers by wholesale, and that the pharmacists aren’t known for their skill in spotting fake id’s. Who knew.
Lest one use this as a jumping-off point to start a “Democrats are Evil” party, it’s important to remember that the GOP hasn’t exactly been a champion of personal privacy in the past several years either.
Heck, the guy asking you, “Papers, please” could just as likely be wearing an elephant pin on their lapel as a donkey pin.