Licenses Don’t Impress Me
Licenses are BS. Yes, all of them.
I don’t care whether you have a license; I care that you can do whatever you claim you can do.
I have nothing against training, certifications, endorsements, etc. I might even be impressed if you can show me credible proof of such training.
But licensing is none of that.
Licensing doesn’t mean you are capable; it means you have gained the approval– the permission– of some political gang. It means you have paid the gang for that approval and permission, and in exchange, the gang won’t (might not) murder you for doing what the license allows you to do– something you probably already have a natural human right to do.
For some pitiful people, a license means they believe the gang is a legitimate source of competence. Either by feeling proud of their license, or concerning themselves over the licensing of others. That’s not how I see it at all. A license will never impress me– competence will.