Never have I felt more anarchical, more willing to wield a Molotov cocktail, than when I received my first Washington, D.C., speeding ticket in the mail. The officer on duty when the alleged crime occurred?
A speed camera.
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Never have I felt more anarchical, more willing to wield a Molotov cocktail, than when I received my first Washington, D.C., speeding ticket in the mail. The officer on duty when the alleged crime occurred?
A speed camera.

About the Author
Kayla Bartsch is a former William F. Buckley Jr. Fellow in Political Journalism at National Review.
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Never have I felt more anarchical, more willing to wield a Molotov cocktail, than when I received my first Washington, D.C., speeding ticket in the mail. The officer on duty when the alleged crime occurred?
A speed camera.

About the Author
Kayla Bartsch is a former William F. Buckley Jr. Fellow in Political Journalism at National Review.
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