The first thing you learn when you live in a town that still has a hardware store is that nothing comes free. You pay for it, usually with sweat equity or a few bushels of corn.
The supposed "safeguards" being rolled out by Flock Safety are not guardrails; they are merely cosmetic paint applied to an already crumbling edifice of state overreach.
There is a quiet, creeping terror that has settled over our small towns—a kind of invisible infrastructure built not by elected bodies but by private tech firms.