I knows my rhats and this is in that thar Constitution, right next to where it says my food stamps caint be late.
That little old lady checkin receipts, shes a jack booted thug for reals. She best not mess with me cause I took both semesters of Karate-by-mail.
All them sheeple astandin in line, why I blows right by em like it was Thunder Road. I have important things to do, like plug the oil leak in the Chevy.
The po-lice know Im one not to be trifled with. I keep the little card from the back of the comic book what has all my rights listed right there. If I ever get my drivers license back, Ill show em.
All the fat girls down to the Wal-Mart thinks Im a hero. They winks and shakes their booty at me.
Down at the trailer park, Im a hero there too. I sees em whisperin and apointin. I know that theyre talking about how Im the hero of the whole trailer park.
Im just awesome, aint no doubt about it.
Im a genuine hero of the revolution.
Or I could just be an asshole.
There is a difference between voluntarity submitting to a search, and a search being force.
I choose to not be searched. Period.
If you think that is unreasonable, well, too bad.
/johnny