By Bob Owens
This is Loretta, and she’s obsessed with lutefisk.
Let’s say you own a family-style restaurant.
You create a menu based upon what your customers ask for, occasionally swapping out items that don’t sell well with other items that you think they might like.
Then a politician—we’ll call her Loretta, for argument’s sake—barges in and says that you have to get ride of every item on your menu and carry lutefisk exclusively, or at least you will the moment any other restaurant in the nation carries that Nordic concoction of whitefish soaked in lye.
Out of respect for your plight (and the fact almost no one likes gellatinous fish soaked in lye), other restaurants around the nation don’t carry lutefisk for the next 13 years.
Loretta gets mad that no one is carrying lutefisk, and so she can’t force you to go to an all lutefisk menu under the rules of her bizarre law. Loretta comes out and offers a “compromise.”
She’ll replace her old “all lutefisk, all the time” proclamation with another edict that forces every restaurant to stock some lutefisk, even though the customers have repeatedly said they hate lutefisk.
Are you in a much better position as a restaurant owner? Not really.
Source:: Bearing Arms