Give me my hour back
It seems sad to admit it of course, but I was lying awake in bed last night staring at the projection on the ceiling from my atomic alarm clock when it changed from 1:59 a.m. to 3:00 a.m. I felt cheated. Violated. Screwed.
Someone had just stolen an hour from me and I could do nothing about it.
Yes, I am one who hates, abhors, loathes, detests and despises Daylight Savings Time. It’s just unnatural.
I usually get up pretty early so I usually go to bed around nine o’clock every night. There’s just something unnerving about hitting the sack when it’s still light outside. Not to mention when I go to work for the next month or so it will be pitch dark. Those kids waiting for the school bus will be doing so in the dark as well.
I guess what upsets me as much as anything about daylight saving time is that politicians have mandated it. Most politicians are much better at wasting things than they are saving them, but lawmakers believe they can "save daylight" for some reason. Why don’t they believe they should "save Social Security?" Or, save my 401–k?
Many are convinced the driving force behind this foolishness were farmers. Well, records indicate it was urban businessmen who were the major lobbying effort in getting it passed because they felt it would encourage workers to go shopping on their way home from work.
Keep the ol’ cash registers singing their sweet song well into the twilight.
I’m never against profits, unless, of course, it interferes with my sleep.
As far as saving energy because people don’t switch their lights on when the sun is up, well, they have to switch them on earlier in the morning. Sorta trades off, don’t you think?
I just hate being told I’m saving daylight when my good sense tells me nothing of the sort. I also object to the notion I’m doing something bad or wasting something valuable if I stay in bed after the sun is up.
I, on the other hand, am an admirer of moonlight and resent the bossy assertions of those who want to minimize my time observing it.
Behind this Daylight Savings Time scheme I detect the bony, blue-fingered push of those who want to impose their sense of right and wrong on others and make them do good in spite of themselves.
I find it restful and pleasing to arrive home from work just about dark. And, I don’t mean nine o’clock at night either. Usually, when this abominable Daylight Savings Time goes away, it gets dark around 5:30 p.m. Perfect!
One of the arguments usually made in favor of Daylight Savings Time is people can get more done outside if it stays light longer. I have, on numerous occasions, gone outside and looked around just to see.
Most people had gone inside and there was not one of my neighbors who were outside "getting something done."
I know when I’m doing yard work or mowing, I get worn out about three hours before the sun goes down and I quit.
And I sure as heck don’t feel like going out and mowing the yard when I get home from work.
Looks like most of my neighbors around here feel the same.
An Englishman, William Willett, proposed advancing clocks 20 minutes on each of four days in April and retarding them by the same amount on four Sundays in September. In his pamphlet, "Waste of Daylight," he bemoaned the fact the blinds of nearby houses were drawn even though the sun was fully risen. Rather than get up an hour earlier, he would rather force a time change on others. Typical nanny state liberal mindset.
Mr. Willett spent a fortune lobbying authorities to force people to change their clocks and about two years later there was a bill introduced into the House of Commons making it compulsory. As it properly should have been, it was met with "ridicule and opposition," especially from farmers who wake up with the sun no matter what time their clocks say. Their cud-chewers want to be milked every twelve hours regardless of what the clock says.
Daylight savings time began in the United States during World War I supposedly to save fuel by reducing the need for artificial lighting.
Although some states and communities observed daylight saving time between the wars, it was not recognized nationally again until World War II. FDR kept us on it for three years straight.
But, now that the war is over for so long, how come we still have to go through the confusion twice a year?
The Uniform Time Act of 1966 provided the basic outline for alternating between Daylight Saving Time and Standard Time, but, as is their wont, Congress can’t resist tinkering with it.
For example, in 1973 Daylight Savings Time was observed all year, instead of just spring and summer.
One year only, thank goodness. It was changed to the current system in 1986 because of an increased number of school bus accidents in the morning. That should lay to rest any safety argument.
I’m convinced there’s a special place in Hell for the individual who really invented this nonsense. Anyway, I just want my hour back. I’ll suffer because my body clock is all screwed up for months. Plus, it’s one of those things for which I’ll always hate George W. Bush. He signed the bill extending it.