Oh well, politics is
". . . . a tale told by an idiot; full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
[With apologies to Bill Shakespeare.]
But suppose our sicko Federal government decided to nationalize the bikini industry? Given their track record of successes with the VA, FEMA, GM, the IRS, and the Post Office, this would be another cock up to crow about!
Well, the first thing they would do is write national standards for swimsuits and set up government overseers of the swimsuit industry.
Next they would appoint some Bikini Top Administrator* from some dismal cold, Eastern M state to run the whole thing. This could serve as an opportunity for political patronage.
Since they would have a lot of free time, the overseers would quickly standardize models and colors of bikinis. For example they would phase out the string bikini and the micro bikini, arguing that its style origins are foreign; and that the minimalist fabric requirements is detrimental to the remaining part of the nationalized garment industry. As far as color is concerned, basic black, light gray, and dark gray color schemes would be allowed as per government regulations. But, even better, the simple purchase of a bikini would require that extensive forms be filled out so that the bureaucratic machinery could properly regulate things.
It goes without saying that wearing Daisy Dukes and a top was now illegal. Jessica Simpson cried.
The sale of swimwear would be only in government stores and purchase subject to review by a screening committee. These stores would be located only in metropolises in which bureaucrats would deign to dwell.
And an additional enforcement agency could become required. Actually, this could provide an additional raison d' être for the Revenuers still dealing with moonshine, since moonshining is only practiced in backward places such as North Carolina and Tennessee. These New Revenuers could patrol beaches along the reluctant Gulf Coast and Californian coasts where violations of the new regulations could likely occur. Oh well, harassing girls is a magnitude less dangerous than breaking up some mountaineer's still.
Furthermore, revenuers who got into trouble could be assigned beaches in Alaska or Maine.
Obviously, older swimsuits would still be permitted provided they were obviously dated or the wearer could produce a bill of sale for said swimwear. Of course, these fake or backdated bills of sale could be provided by bikini bootleggers. And snowbird visitors to the United States could help underwrite their time off in Florida sunshine by bring a few extra suits along for sale!
And adventuresome entrepreneurs would smuggle bikinis across our Canadian and Mexican borders, much like there was a smuggling market for toilets that used sufficient water to adequately flush wastes. Americans will go to great lengths to be flushed with success.
A complication of regulation came from the lively Caribbean cruising industry. Suddenly another reason to go to Aruba or Saint Martin is to purchase bikinis to sneak back into the U.S. In response to this, more customs agents were required to screen the disembarkation of passengers, and the searching of suitcases made this process more complicated.
However, one bright form of resistance came from American striptease artists. They would wear on stage the brightest and most outrageously patterns of bikinis for the edification of Americans! Strangely enough, government regulators either failed to take this form of resistance into account, or did not want their agents to enter those dens of iniquity.
They had more success when they prescribed weight and waistline standards for speedo wearers later on.
*Instead of being referred to as the Bikini Czar, she or he could be referred to as the Big ****.
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