Quote by P. J. O'Rourke

The government is huge, stupid, greedy and makes nosy, officious and dangerous intrusions into the smallest corners of life -- this much we can stand. But the real problem is that government is boring. We could cure or mitigate the other ills Washington visits on us if we could only bring ourselves to pay attention to Washington itself. But we cannot.


The government is huge, stupid, greedy and makes nosy, offic

Summary

This quote emphasizes the negative perception of government and the lack of interest people have in it. It suggests that while people dislike the government for being excessive, avaricious, and intervening unnecessarily, the deeper issue lies in the apathy towards actively engaging with and understanding government actions. By highlighting the problem of indifference and disinterest, it implies that if people were more attentive to the workings of government, they could potentially address and alleviate the negative impacts it has on society.

By P. J. O'Rourke
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