Roundabouts, Yield Signs and Freedom

Do people who consider themselves free really allow themselves to be subject to such pedantry, to be pushed around by their government, our government, our servants? Really?
Ok. Roundabouts and yield signs. Listen, I won’t try to hide it: I’m half British; I have a poncy English accent. And I love roundabouts. Roundabouts are great. They’re fun. And they keep the traffic flowing. And they’re easy. Here’s how they work: You go round it to the right. The guy in the roundabout has the right of way. He has his left turn-signal on as he goes around it. He switches his turn signal to the right the moment he passes the exit off the roundabout prior to his exit (this lets everyone know that he’s exiting off the roundabout). He exits. When there is time and room (watching for the other cars’ turn signals to let him know what they’re doing), the person waiting to go into the roundabout should do so; he need not stop or even slow down in some cases if the proverbial coast is clear. He has his left turn signal on (and follows the steps above) unless he’s exiting at the very first exit, in which case he has his right turn signal on. That’s it. Easy, right?
Right. But here’s the real beauty of a roundabout. It replaces what would otherwise be traffic lights. It’s an intersection that the cops can watch all day long and scratch their heads all day long trying to figure out what trivial little thing they’re going to pull us for. And you know what? They won’t find one. There’s no unnecessary stopping that gives them the opportunity to mess with us.