Monthy Python fans might remember this cat license sketch:
Man: You are a looney. Praline: Look, it's a bleeding pet, isn't it? I've got a license for me pet dog Eric, and I've got a license for me pet cat Eric... Man: You don't need a license for your cat. Praline: I bleeding well do and I got one. He can't be called Eric without it-- Man: There's no such thing as a bloody cat license. Praline: Yes there is! Man: Isn't! Praline: Is! Man: Isn't! Praline: I bleeding got one, look! What's that then? Man: This is a dog license with the word 'dog' crossed out and 'cat' written in, in crayon. Praline: The man didn't have the right form. Man: What man? Praline: The man from the cat detector van. Man: The looney detector van, you mean.
I am sure I posted this before about real loons: A westerner was talking to a 60 Minutes reporter about how the Federal government was just a nuisance to farmers and the various EPA edicts were made by people in Washington who had very little hands on experience with the problems of farmers and ranchers out West. He was actually making a pretty convincing case until he started to explain that the tiny metalllic strip that had just (at that time) been added to US currency was there so that the Feds could track every cash transaction by satelite.
Another time, when I was running cable to a CB antenna I was installing on the roof of my *garden* apartment (not a plant in sight!) a woman leaned out of her kitchen window and said "I know what you're doing, you're building a wire trap for me!"
Why right here in AHR we have someone who routines complains about the tracking chip the government put in his back. More likely his family stuck a pet tracking collar on him so they can find him in case he wanders away from his rubber room. (-: