Of course this can be a very long list, but here are just a few things that you may find constrain your daily lives if you have particular hobbies:
(1) Thanks to Jimmy Carter I am now able to brew my own beer at home. Not too much of course (since my home has two adults, I am allowed at most 200 gallons per year). Most batches are 5 gallons (which yields about 50 beers) so this would not seem to be a binding restriction, but for the brew-nuts, it is, if you brew once per weekend you’d be breaking the law. In either case, I am not permitted to sell that beer to you. I am allowed to sell it for a price of zero. I am allowed to accept a thank you from you if I give you a beer. But I may not sell it. Nor may I ship it through the US Post Office.
(2) I may not advertise to raise funds from you to finance my brewing operation. In other words, if I want to borrow money from you down the street, I cannot post a billboard asking for you to help me out. Consider the things one is allowed to advertise for when thinking about the ludicrousness of this. Which raises another question, how is Kickstarter legal?
(3) It is illegal for me to educate my child as I wish. Indeed, I must offer, even as a homeschooler, particular subjects at particular times and I must notify the government of my specific plans. I have an idea … well, if I share it they’ll send the Feds after me. After all, this executive, like George Bush, has asserted the power to kill any citizen whom he deems allied with terrorists. I look forward to the day when an R occupies the office and the lefties agree that this is a reasonable power to allow for their hated political rival.
(4) I am not allowed to buy a new car that does not have installed in it a tire-pressure sensor gauge. They don’t work well, in fact they work so poorly that I argue they make me less safe.
Oh there is so much more. Enjoy the taste for now, and please do share a few of the things from your own lives that are illegal. If I had the time, I’d put together a “Page-a-Day” Calendar to sell at holiday time that goes through a year in life of a ward of the state to show exactly how pervasive its ugly reach is.