You know why I don’t tend to read the letters to the editor in the local papers? Because many of them read like this thoughtless screed, summed up with the pithy:
Your freedom to choose ends when it impinges on my right to a clean planet.
Oh, revel, revel, gentle reader, in that principle. Your basic freedom ends where it impinges upon my freedom to an arbitrary, aesthetically determined freedom.
And don’t think that your freedoms would not continue being abrogated until such time as everyone achieves the same level of misery.