Joking?

Judah wrote:

When was the last time you were stopped on the street for no apparent
reason and asked to produce your ID card under threat of being thrown in
prison without due process if you happened to forget it at home that day?

Atlanta, Georgia, 1973.

George Patterson
If a man gets into a fight 3,000 miles away from home, he *had* to have
been looking for it.

"G.R. Patterson III" wrote in message
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Judah wrote:

When was the last time you were stopped on the street for no apparent
reason and asked to produce your ID card under threat of being thrown in
prison without due process if you happened to forget it at home that
day?

Atlanta, Georgia, 1973.

George Patterson
If a man gets into a fight 3,000 miles away from home, he *had* to
have
been looking for it.

An aggressive cop stopped me in my quiet neighborhood a few months ago and
demanded ID. I was taking a late night walk in sweat pants to burn off a
few calories. I told him I didn't have any ID and was in my own
neighborhood not bothering anybody and unaccustomed to being accosted by an
officer pulling his cruiser over into my path, blocking me. Then did he
ever become hostile and told me to take my hands out of my pockets. I did
as he said until they became cold and back into my pockets they went. This
time he threatened me with handcuffs and jail, and then he went off the
charts when my hands went back into their pockets. "Take them out!" he
snapped.

"No, I won't," I said, as I turned my pockets inside out to show him there
was nothing in them "and if you arrest me you'd better have a damn good
reason in law for it." He began to reach for me as if to grab my arm and I
quickly stepped back, pulling away from him. "Now you've assaulted me," I
said. "I have lived here in this town for the better part of two decades,"
I said firmly, "and this is the first time in my experience I have been
menaced by a law officer."

"I am NOT 'mentacing' you," he says.

He was so taken aback he went completely silent for a moment, then said,
"OK, move along then." Which I did, almost leaving in a trot. Off he went
in the other direction spinning his wheels and screeching his tires.

On Sat, 9 Oct 2004 15:27:28 -0400, " jls"
wrote in ::


An aggressive cop stopped me in my quiet neighborhood a few months ago and
demanded ID. I was taking a late night walk in sweat pants to burn off a
few calories. I told him I didn't have any ID and was in my own
neighborhood not bothering anybody and unaccustomed to being accosted by an
officer pulling his cruiser over into my path, blocking me. Then did he
ever become hostile and told me to take my hands out of my pockets. I did
as he said until they became cold and back into my pockets they went. This
time he threatened me with handcuffs and jail, and then he went off the
charts when my hands went back into their pockets. "Take them out!" he
snapped.

"No, I won't," I said, as I turned my pockets inside out to show him there
was nothing in them "and if you arrest me you'd better have a damn good
reason in law for it." He began to reach for me as if to grab my arm and I
quickly stepped back, pulling away from him. "Now you've assaulted me," I
said. "I have lived here in this town for the better part of two decades,"
I said firmly, "and this is the first time in my experience I have been
menaced by a law officer."

"I am NOT 'mentacing' you," he says.

He was so taken aback he went completely silent for a moment, then said,
"OK, move along then." Which I did, almost leaving in a trot. Off he went
in the other direction spinning his wheels and screeching his tires.


The Vice President Cheney's Patriot Act has given this nation's law
enforcement officers a bit more power. :-)

Welcome to the 21st century.

On Sat, 9 Oct 2004 15:27:28 -0400, " jls"
wrote in ::


An aggressive cop stopped me in my quiet neighborhood a few months ago and
demanded ID. I was taking a late night walk in sweat pants to burn off a
few calories. I told him I didn't have any ID and was in my own
neighborhood not bothering anybody and unaccustomed to being accosted by an
officer pulling his cruiser over into my path, blocking me. Then did he
ever become hostile and told me to take my hands out of my pockets. I did
as he said until they became cold and back into my pockets they went. This
time he threatened me with handcuffs and jail, and then he went off the
charts when my hands went back into their pockets. "Take them out!" he
snapped.

"No, I won't," I said, as I turned my pockets inside out to show him there
was nothing in them "and if you arrest me you'd better have a damn good
reason in law for it." He began to reach for me as if to grab my arm and I
quickly stepped back, pulling away from him. "Now you've assaulted me," I
said. "I have lived here in this town for the better part of two decades,"
I said firmly, "and this is the first time in my experience I have been
menaced by a law officer."

"I am NOT 'mentacing' you," he says.

He was so taken aback he went completely silent for a moment, then said,
"OK, move along then." Which I did, almost leaving in a trot. Off he went
in the other direction spinning his wheels and screeching his tires.


The Vice President Cheney's Patriot Act has given this nation's law
enforcement officers a bit more power. :-)

Welcome to the 21st century.

Off he went
in the other direction spinning his wheels and screeching his tires.

I wish I could believe that you are exaggerating. But I've known a
couple of young policemen, and sadly enough I can imagine this scene
taking place with them. The reason "Police Academy" was so funny is
that it was so true. (I am thinking of the SWAT team wannabe.) The job
does attract some marginally psychotic types.

I live in a town that's full of joggers, so I don't think it could
happen here. But I have been pulled over for running a stop light
(right turn on red) when I had slowed sufficiently to shift into first
gear! To my mind, that's safer than ensuring the car is motionless.
The sooner you get out of a situation, the better.


all the best -- Dan Ford
email: (put Cubdriver in subject line)

Warbird's Forum www.warbirdforum.com
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Off he went
in the other direction spinning his wheels and screeching his tires.

I wish I could believe that you are exaggerating. But I've known a
couple of young policemen, and sadly enough I can imagine this scene
taking place with them. The reason "Police Academy" was so funny is
that it was so true. (I am thinking of the SWAT team wannabe.) The job
does attract some marginally psychotic types.

I live in a town that's full of joggers, so I don't think it could
happen here. But I have been pulled over for running a stop light
(right turn on red) when I had slowed sufficiently to shift into first
gear! To my mind, that's safer than ensuring the car is motionless.
The sooner you get out of a situation, the better.


all the best -- Dan Ford
email: (put Cubdriver in subject line)

Warbird's Forum www.warbirdforum.com
Piper Cub Forum www.pipercubforum.com
Viva Bush! www.vivabush.org

"G.R. Patterson III" wrote in message
...


Judah wrote:

When was the last time you were stopped on the street for no apparent
reason and asked to produce your ID card under threat of being thrown in
prison without due process if you happened to forget it at home that
day?

Atlanta, Georgia, 1973.

George Patterson
If a man gets into a fight 3,000 miles away from home, he *had* to
have
been looking for it.

An aggressive cop stopped me in my quiet neighborhood a few months ago and
demanded ID. I was taking a late night walk in sweat pants to burn off a
few calories. I told him I didn't have any ID and was in my own
neighborhood not bothering anybody and unaccustomed to being accosted by an
officer pulling his cruiser over into my path, blocking me. Then did he
ever become hostile and told me to take my hands out of my pockets. I did
as he said until they became cold and back into my pockets they went. This
time he threatened me with handcuffs and jail, and then he went off the
charts when my hands went back into their pockets. "Take them out!" he
snapped.

"No, I won't," I said, as I turned my pockets inside out to show him there
was nothing in them "and if you arrest me you'd better have a damn good
reason in law for it." He began to reach for me as if to grab my arm and I
quickly stepped back, pulling away from him. "Now you've assaulted me," I
said. "I have lived here in this town for the better part of two decades,"
I said firmly, "and this is the first time in my experience I have been
menaced by a law officer."

"I am NOT 'mentacing' you," he says.

He was so taken aback he went completely silent for a moment, then said,
"OK, move along then." Which I did, almost leaving in a trot. Off he went
in the other direction spinning his wheels and screeching his tires.