Posted on 02/20/2008 11:56:29 AM PST by BGHater
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'Ministers hope that by spotting binge-drinkers, drug addicts and young gang members early before they commit serious crimes they can be placed on a national database and steered away from offending behaviour.'
Awesome. Add people who like liberty, guns, speech, religion. Offending behaviour.
Are they doing anything to identify people who show signs of totalitarian behavior?
Who will watch the watchers?
I’m trying to picture the drunk, violently-inclined young street thug who’s about to bludgeon or stab somebody to death for a wallet, thinking to himself: “Oh dear me, I can’t kill this guy after all, as I’m on a national database.”
nanny state ping!
not that this isn’t already happening here. in MI, if you tell your doctor you drink often, he can report it to secretary of state, and voila! you can lose your license.
Oh, this is a great plan.
You know you have too many government employees when they can waste time dreaming up this kind of excrement.
(”analyst”,”psychiatrist”) = INQUISITOR
*radio static*......."Roger that.........over" *radio static*
A chill just went up my spine!
Early this morning I caught a part of The French Connection II; Popeye Doyle has gone to France to catch the drug kingpin and gets unsatisfactory reaction and assistance from the Marseilles gendarmes; he leaves the station in disgust and bluster and sets off on his own to walk the streets in search of his target.
After an evening of bribing a bartender with drinks and getting pretty looped himself he comes out arm in arm with the tipsy bartender and notices these two rather clumsily dressed ‘undercover’ cops across the street.
After a few uneventful scenes we catch up with Doyle at the beach watching a volley ball game and tries to hit on a svelte young thing in a bikini when the ball bounces away and into Popeye’s grasp.
Just then the camera pans to an interior of a waterfront cafe nearby where the object of Doyle’s search is making final arrangements with a civilian clothes garbed U.S. military officer - identified by the bagged dry-cleaned uniform he picks up as he leaves the table.
The kingpin glances out the window and spots Doyle still at the balcony where he is trying to flirt with the girl.
The kingpin realizes he is close to apprehension and must do something.
A couple of scenes later after Doyle is seen arguing loudly with the head of the police station and demanding that his tails be taken off we catch up to him in a seedy alley with rundown storefronts and dirty garbage-strewn streets.
Looking over his shoulder, Popeye sees the cops in their guarded stance and ducks inside an open door just as a garbage truck comes rumbling by.
The two tails dash in after him as the truck moves forward and we watch Doyle leap off the back of the truck, satisfied that he has slipped his tormentors.
Just as Doyle turns a corner toward his newfound freedom, a nondescript sedan sweeps to a stop and a henchman of the kingpins hits Doyle in the head with a mighty swing of a truncheon and the others shovel him into the backseat and drive away.
Now here we have a perfect con, Doyle sees the cops sent to protect him, they still see him and try to hide, the kingpin sees Doyle while Doyle’s trying to see the kingpin, the cops lose Doyle when he spots them again, and the hitmen see Doyle while he isn’t looking.
Sometimes all the looking in the world just don’t pay off like you thought it would.
Here’s an interesting blog to read http://coppersblog.blogspot.com/
Let’s hope that our own police officers don’t get tied down like these guys have been. (The officer who started the blog is now living in Canada and working as a police officer there.)
What a joke. Social workers don't even follow up on existing reports of child abuse.
A few weeks ago, while in the E.R. with a case of acute pnuemonia, I’m lying in the bed while one nurse is inserting an i.v. and on my other side another nurse is doing the in room triage. My husband is standing at the foot of the bed. The “triage nurse” turns and asks me about my home life, who I live with, etc. The very next question was “Do you feel safe at home?” I gave her the “is this a serious question” look and told her “I do, but my husband and kids may not”. I thought she was going to fall over from laughing. She said “I know, I know, stupid question with your husband standing right there”. I was like uh, yeah!
its more fun when, right after that, they ask, “would you like us to have your husband leave the room, so you can answer that again?”
now just wait until the first time they ask YOU to leave the room so they can ask your children that. but make sure you don’t leave the room, because we now know that “not getting proper medical treatment” is enough reason to call in SWAT to remove the child from your custody.
Was any explanation given?
I LOVE your tag line.... it’s great!!
No, she just said “I have to ask”. I wasn’t beat up or anything of the sort - I was just really sick.
Apparently it’s a “new thing” if you go to the doctor or hospital in Central Texas now they “have to ask”.
You’re kidding me
They should have been doing this all along.
thank you :)
Yeah, and as bad as I felt at the time, I was really annoyed to have to answer a question like that. I was totally being sarcastic and she knew that and erupted in laughter, but I suppose had she not “gotten it”, I might have been faced with a visit from a social worker or something.... and THAT’S the scary part.
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