August 17th, 2009
|Date:||August 18th, 2009 01:05 am (UTC)|| |
HAHAHAHAHAA that article was so fucking funny i read it aloud to joe
wow. that's really dumb. i guess wandering around and minding your own business is now a crime. good to know, since i used to do that all the time.
I maintain that the time for sustainable personal space travel is nigh. If nothing else, then to get away from the monkeys in this article who obliviously joke about the invasion of privacy.
|Date:||August 18th, 2009 07:27 pm (UTC)|| |
To be fair to the cop, wandering around a suburban neighborhood in the pouring rain is slightly atypical. It may not be for Florida, though, where it rains quite often.
Did the story even say what time of day it was? If it was 4am and pitch black, I could understand her suspicions immediately. If it was mid-afternoon, chill out! Not everyone mildly unusual is a terrorist or spy.
Still, heh. Bob Dylan. I was not aware that he was still touring. Interesting...
Did the story even say what time of day it was?
I came away with the impression that it was some time at night, but I don't see anything in the article about it.To be fair to the cop, wandering around a suburban neighborhood in the pouring rain is slightly atypical.
See -- this is my point. When did it become cause to be hassled by a cop because you're slightly atypical.
"He was really nice, though, and he said he understood why I had to verify his identity and why I couldn't let him go," Buble said. "He asked me if I could drive him back to the neighborhood when I verified who he was, which made me even more suspicious.
The only time a cop should ever waste a citizen's time is when they are breaking the law. I don't recall there being a curfew for adults. Now, if he were *breaking in* or something of the sort, I could understand all this rigamarole.
Possibly the worst part is the implicit statement that if the cop had recognized him, she would have let him wander around because he's, y'know, Bob Dylan and not Joe Blow.
|Date:||August 18th, 2009 09:21 pm (UTC)|| |
If the cop found Dylan in the middle of the night, looking into the house's windows and so on, in the pouring rain, her suspicions may be more justified than they are currently. Lacking that additional data, I must agree with your point, to whit, that the cop was overly zealous in the enforcement of an implicit curfew.
I am a night owl, myself. I like to go for midnight walks around my neighborhood. The problem is, my neighborhood is right next to El Camino, where the drunks and (possibly) prostitutes are out late at night with no obvious purpose.
It's been hammered into our heads that only lawbreakers are out of their homes and wandering around late at night. The eight solid years of paranoia spewage following 9/11 haven't helped. Be fearful of anyone who doesn't act exactly like you. They're up to no good. Why aren't they home asleep, so they can be more productive at their 8-5 job?
So what would she have done if he wasn't Bob Dylan? Book him?
One does wonder.
Something tells me I wouldn't have gotten the same sort of treatment.