Bow down to The Man

I am now officially a tool of the state. Why? A few months ago, various places reported that the Selective Service System (y’know, the draft people) were looking for volunteers to staff up local draft boards, just in case. Their original appeal seems to have been deleted, but not before I filled out the application. Lo and behold, last week I got a big manila envelope from the regional office with my application. No guarantees, of course, but I filled it out and sent it in. After all, if the paranoids are right, and the draft comes back, who better to sit in judgment than someone who already did some time in the Big Green Machine? So, all you 18- to 25-year-old young men… Uncle Sam might not want you yet, but if he does you know where to find me.
(and if that wasn’t enough proof that I am a hopeless authoritarian, I also signed up for Perrysburg’s Citizens’ Police Academy. So there.)