Tune the XM radio, replot your course on the GPS, talk to your sweetie on the bluetooth cellular, confirm your dinner reservations over the onstar, fiddle with the climate control, yell at the kids in the back, check out the cutie walking down the sidewalk and, oh yeah, try not to hit that guy on the motorcycle.

We all like to think of ourselves as rugged individualists. But when push comes to shove most of us are sheep who do what we are told. Worst of all, a lot of us become unpaid agents of whoever is controlling the agenda by enforcing the current dogma on the few rugged individualists who actually exist.