In response to "the lords of trash"

I've been really busy lately and haven't had a chance to post very much (or at all).
My brother was in a big wreck, but he will be OK after all.
So now I'm trying to catch up on my blog reading. And what did I come across? The Lords of Trash.
I just can't begin to describe how much of a sadistic sense of satisfaction I got over this post. It's not about the trash cans. It's not about the Union workers. To me it's about what happens when people give their freedom away.
I live in Texas. And this sort of thing never happens in Texas. We don't have green trash cans where I live. We don't have Unions. Our city government does not pick up the trash. Private companies do. You can subscribe to whichever trash service you desire. If you want an extra trash can, go up to Walmart and get one for ten bucks. I have three of them and am considering getting a fourth. You aren't required to recycle. If you decide to cut your grass, you can leave the clippings where they fall so that they can decay and give their nutrition back to the new grass. If I don't feel like mowing the lawn, I don't do it. I have pictures to prove it.

This is how tall the grass got in my backyard.

The way I see the world, the problem is not in getting or not getting a new green trash can. The problem is that you gave all of your property rights away.
I don't have any problems with my "home value". I don't have neighbors acting all stupid over it. It's my property. Just as I wouldn't have a say in what they do with their property.
A recent California transplant asked me, "Who do I have to call if I want to build a shed in my back yard?" to which I replied, "Home depot."

To me, this is the essence of freedom.
And it's reason number 12 that I wouldn't want to live anywhere but Texas.