We all know where it leads: Eventually citizens are subjected to all manner of unconstitutional crap, and there's a total loss of freedom, privacy, and security from governmental abuse.
We had the DEA in St. Louis observe a young man buying “meth precursors” and followed him all the way to my driveway. He was a local handyman, and the lady from the VA was there helping my Dad, who was home bound.
She had called the guy and told him that she had some carpet she wanted him to rip out and replace. Dad's bath lady from Home Health had just finished and left just before he arrived. So the front door was not locked.
I was in the basement office paying bills. An officer came to the patio door and knocked. He was very polite, and asked if he could look around. I said sure. He came in, and began explaining what was going on. Finding nothing, we went upstairs.
There was 4 or 5 of them milling around my living room, and about 15 more on the front lawn. One of them asked me if my husband was home, and could he come and see if he knew the young man. When Hubby came out I was talking to Mr. Polite, and didn't catch him before he opened the door and stepped out on the porch (Hubby doesn't ever move slow).
The guy closest to the porch was a jerk and overly excitable. He was saying whoa whoa where do you think you are going, and started patting him down. He asked what do you have in your pockets, so Hubby started emptying his pockets, and pulled out his little bitty pocket knife.
I thought the guy was going to have a heart attack yelling and screaming and snatching the unopened knife away. That's when I lost it, and hollered at the jerk. We engaged in a little less than friendly back and forth.
Hubby told me to shut up, and let them do their thing. They asked him if he knew the guy. He told them no, he looked familiar, but he really didn't know him.
Then, jerk wanted to know, if that was true, how come he knows your name? I told him that Hubby taught school for 30 years, and there were a lot of people who knew him, knew where we lived, and we wouldn't recognize them at all.
In short order, they were done with us, and we sat down in the yard chairs and watched the 3 ring circus. They kept Dad's helper outside in the sun grilling her and she nearly got heat stroke before they finally gave her some water-all the time jerk kept coming over and telling us that he knew her and she was “in it” with him 100%.
Finally, having nothing to speak of, jerk came over, and told us that she was innocent, and please not to fire her. They were confiscating the meth precursors, and turning it over to the prosecutor who probably wouldn't prosecute, but if he did we would be called to testify. They also told handyman to stay away from our house.
Since jerk was acting a little nicer, I just pointed out to him that he would get better results from John Q citizen if he would be a bit more polite. Naturally we had a few more words back and forth.
And what was the precursor? A bunch of match books with the fold over flaps. Handy man claimed he picked them up for a relative’s wedding, and they were going to put the engraving on them at home to save money. Well maybe that's true and maybe it isn't.
Pretty slim to be grabbing him. Even slimmer to swarm our house just because he pulled in our driveway.In a parting shot, I told them my Dad was watching TV in the back bedroom and they had neglected to inspect it, and didn't they want to look at it(dripping with sarcasm), and they said no that's not necessary.
Oh, lawzy! I have some of those matches in the kitchen drawer!!!!!! They’re so old they probably don’t strike anymore, but don’t tell the feds. Ya know, there’s probably some cough medicine in the medicine cabinet and cheap store brand tea bags in the pantry that could be claimed to be a knock off of Trayvon’s fav beverage. “They” go out of their way these days to make up anything to charge you with. Next they’ll be shooting your dogs for no reason.... oh, never mind.
WOW! OMG! What a hair raising experience! Definitely not your “Officer Friendly” types!