Let them die.
Thanks to Congress, I now have to have my particulars collected in a federal database every time I buy Sudafed. Why? Because stupid people are dying by blowing themselves up making meth from the stuff. Fuck ‘em, let the stupid die!
So, now I’m inconvenienced, and the pharmacist looks at me like I’m some kind of junkie when he enters my birth date incorrectly into the register and it tells him to not sell me the stuff because I’m too young. (of course, one wonders why the register wouldn’t say “hey asshole, you entered the wrong date” when it comes back that I’m -4 years old, but that’s another rant for another day).
I’m mad enough that the government now has one more little piece of my life in their database. But what pisses me off the most is that I am being inconvenienced to keep the shallow end of the gene pool well-stocked.