I have a friend, S, who is having a fight with her neighbours. She owns chickens, and the rooster crowing at oh-dark-thirty every morning is driving her neighbours slightly batty.
So now there's an investigation going on by the municipality's zoning hearing board, and she's being asked to provide documentation about when they got the chickens and how many they have and what they do with them and so on. They live in a municipality that has several kinds of residential zoning, and they live in the lowest (least-restrictive) area, so they're probably OK with having the chickens under various exemptions and variances, and they've probably been grandfathered into anyway, because the new zoning that the neighbours are arguing prohibits chickens was enacted recently, and they've had their chickens for years. Under the old zoning, agriculture, the chickens were definitely allowed.
S called me yesterday and went off on this big, long, profanity-ridden rant about how the government sticks its nose into other people's business too often and it's none of the government's damn business what she does with her own land (note: they rent, not own, the land/house), how dare the government regulate people's rights, etc.
Basically, 'I hate the fucking government and I want it out of my damn life.'
Except that, oh, right, she's MORE than willing to accept WIC and welfare cheques from the government, to have her five kids enrolled in the state-sponsored children's health-care programme, and be on government assistance.
So, she hates the government meddling in people's lives except for the fact that the government is what feeds her kids.
/rant.
I'm gonna go with 'not my circus, not my monkeys.'