|Binro the Heretic |
So why DO we have to have a photo ID handy to show the police even when we're not accused of committing a crime? I mean, it seems like cops can just randomly stop you and demand it.
Why aren't we more upset about that?
1.) WE'RE not black.
2.) They'd kill us.
Coming soon to a voting booth near you! "ID please. No ID!?" *tazer*
Just to clarify, number one was in jest, in case you are, in fact, a black person.
I used to joke to ladies at the Opera who left their tickets in their "Opera purses," and had their husbands parking the car and such, telling them that officially they were committing the crime of Vagrancy without their identification, despite a dress that probably cost half of my year's salary. "Just wait for hubby, you've got plenty of time." That was funny, this was not. I understand the basic necessity, no matter what it is: boarding a plane, getting pulled over, buying a pack of beer, whatever. Wrong place, wrong time, it's good to have that information. But this behavior, I don't even know where to begin.
I won't spoil it, and am a little surprised that someone didn't submit it yet, but watch Last Week Tonight this week. I won't spoil it, but this is seriously fucked up.
No one can watch that and retain the desire to exist in the borders of this country long enough to submit it, IZ. That is the least funny thing possible.
Well, I'm sufficiently pissed off for the evening.
Feel better about Humanity this evening:
I can't even think straight because of how mad this made me.
|Jet Bin Fever |
I bet that kid will love cops from now on!
You know, I talked with a pediatrician colleague of mine just yesterday about a study they did where they compared children who were forcibly restrained during medical procedures (stop them from wiggling) before the age of 5 and those that weren't, and those that were restrained were significantly less likely to seek healthcare later in life.
This is like that. Childhood experiences are important. He will always remember his daddy being attacked by these pigs.
My dentist forcibly held me down (along with a nurse) to keep drilling after the novocaine wore off and I was screaming in pain and fear and trying to get away from the drill, when I was...eight? Nine?
My wisdom teeth have needed to come out for years, and I've been in agonizing pain for almost a year now, with one of my non-wisdom molars having cracked open and left a gaping hole exposed on the interior side.
I don't see myself making an appointment any time soon.
Imagine how that kid will react if he ever gets robbed or assaulted.
I'm a honkey, so clearly I don't know how the justice system works for blacks. However in my experience it is easier to fight the police in a court of law, than it is from the passenger seat of a car.
|Adham Nu'man |
Jesus Christ fuck these pieces of shit.
how to get tazed
1. be black
|Robin Kestrel |
I think the window was open far enough that they could've gotten a flashbang grenade and a teargas canister in there. Such professionalism and restraint shown by these fine public servants!
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