Noting good can come from this new personal transpiration device. It will only serve to make
Americans FATTER than they already are, by reducing exercise. Just what this critically obese
society needs now, right?
In addition, it will create hazards and annoyances on our sidewalks. Even if we restrict it
to streets (assuming such rules could be enforced), it will slow traffic and cause hazards
there as well.
Let's take this singular opportunity to head this quality-of-life disaster off at the pass! Contact
your elected representatives and tell them to restrict this useless, indulgent device to PRIVATE
PROPERTY ONLY.
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