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August 18, 2008

Beatin The Bushes In Houston …

WHAT NOT TO SAY OR DO TO A COP

Michael Hyde was pulled over by Abington, Massachusetts police for an excessively loud exhaust system and unlit license plate on his white Porsche. The stop should have ended in a fix-it ticket at worst, but escalated when Hyde accused the cop of pulling him over for his hippie hair. Back talking a traffic cop is NEVER a good idea Michael.

That was just the beginning: Apparently, Hyde was secretly recording the show and filed a complaint over the incident…which is unfortunate, since secretly recording a traffic stop is illegal in Massachusetts.

The cops pressed charges and Hyde was sent up the river.

His conviction was confirmed by the Massachusetts State Supreme Court on appeal. The stupid part of this whole thing is that the guy just had to inform the officer he was recording the stop and everything would have been totally legal.

Now, we’re always wary of abusive police power combined with divisive state laws, but this case seems like the driver was just an ass looking to get one over on the cops. Recording a cop during a traffic stop… go to jail. Welcome to the Peoples Republic of Massachusetts … Karma, it seems, is indeed a bitch.

RIGHT TO PRIVACY –

TALK ABOUT ANSWERING ALL THE QUESTIONS WRONG?

Here is another bad example of how to NOT talk to a cop or a Ranger in Texas. Do you have the right to privacy if you are sunbathing in the buff on a nude beach? Houston Texas seems to think not. Ask a Mr. Nguyen, 56, who lives in west Harris County, who was using the telephoto lens last Saturday to take close-up shots of the women’s chests and bottoms, said Travis County Chief Park Ranger Dan Chapman.

The women were swimming and sunbathing at Hippie Hollow, which has been a nudist beach since the 1970s and is the state’s only public nudist beach.

The women screamed when they spotted him (Mr. Nguyen), and rangers were alerted. It might be noted here, that most of the time you actually want a cop or a ranger present, they usually cannot be found. But evidently at “Nude Beaches in Texas” they are not only plentiful, but instantly available.

Just an observation boys.

So when the unwilling nude subjects screamed in despair for their privacy invasion, Nguyen fled, and he denied having a camera when a ranger stopped him, Chapman said. Wrong move #1. The ranger found it in a bag. Nguyen then denied taking the women’s photos, wrong move #2 … the ranger found the close-up shots on the camera. So then the Ranger puts all of it together using his cop skills they taught him in cop school and he came up with the logical conclusion:

“He took the photos without their consent. He was concealed in heavy vegetation. We figure he was 150 feet from them. He ran from rangers,” Chapman said. “We felt that all his behavior indicated that he was trying to arouse sexual desire.”

This manner of logical deduction is called the “Duck principle in Houston.”

It simply means: “If it walks like a duck, if it quacks like a duck, then it is more than likely a duck.”

I like this part, “he was trying to arouse sexual desire.” Bet that looked swell on the old arrest report huh? All of this which to me seems like a LOT OF WORK in order to arouse sexual desire … Most guys just opt out for a fresh issue of Playboy and a locked bathroom door.

Kyle Lowe, Nguyen’s lawyer, said his client likely isn’t interested in testing the law’s constitutionality and he could advise him to work out a plea-bargain deal with the Travis County District Attorney’s office. But from the sound of it, I doubt if he will take this advice either.

So let this be a lesson for all of you out there who are contemplating a visit to the Houston, Texas metropolitan area. If you should decide to undress in front of a woman, there is no expectation of privacy and of course, “they will in all probability ask you to leave the bus.”

It is almost a certain possibility.

Quack! Quack!

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Who Am I …

Filed under: Recent — ldsrr91 @ 2:14 AM

To know who it is that I am, to know where it is that I come from. The longing of the human heart. So we search, “Mommy, where did I come from?  Dad, why was it you chose to have me?”  We ask Grandma about those of us who arrived before us, trying to find the meaning.  Trying in our own way, to understand the generation before us is to find the meaning for the present.

We search out our “roots” to know the secrets of our connection with the generations that preceded us, and thus, assume our place with the teeming multitudes that surround us on the planet.  Sharing in the continuity of all who live on this earth.

For to be “rooted” to something, is in simplicity, to have origin.  It is absurd to believe that life begins at birth.  Most of us do believe that, we are just part of the grand scheme of things.  Truly the pattern was established eons of time, long ago, we were just thrust into the process.  A great many folks think that very way today.

So … Who am I?

I am the son.  The genetic mess brought into this very imperfect world early one morning in the fall of forty-seven (47).  Bursting upon the scene with my fists clenched tightly and squalling to beat the band.  My arrival was boisterous I imagine.  When my appointed time to leave this world arrives, it will more than likely be a somber affair, quiet and reserved.  I will leave this world with my palms outstretched, having received my fair share of life’s rewards.

I am the War Baby … The First Born.

A “Baby Boomer” in the terms of modern society.  Born into a generation that was “supposed to” to live a entire life span without strife, a time of great prosperity, happiness.  A time of peace without war, which sadly, did not happen.

I am the tree, that started from the seed.  I am the one who put the many wrinkles on my father’s forehead, the touch of gray to my mother’s temple.  I am the one who introduced my sister to the time honored tradition of “Big Brothers.”

I am or was supposed to be, the hope of my generation.  Who was molded, shaped and formed with the ideals of decency, morality, taught to function in the role of a mature human being.  Rock solid with a hard-core belief system in place and deep inner convictions.  I was being shaped, polished, and formed by all those surrounding me, long before I even consciously wondered, “Who Am I?”

So maybe when you sit and ask yourself, “Who Am I?”  You are perhaps, just waxing a tad bit nostalgic?  A wistful exercise in sentiment.  Looking for some key to illumination of the present.  With your self-evaluation of the past, inviting an invitation to self-examination.

Often I look to my highest source, for my personal answer.  Through Him, I am guided to make choices for my good. One of the great things about a faith in a Living God, you never have to spend a lot of time wondering “Who you are, where you came from?”All you have to do is believe.  Knowing in your heart that you are nothing without Jesus, even relieves you of the burden of wondering ….. “Where is it I am going?”

No longer having to worry about it, my inner thoughts on the subject are well defined. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus. I am his workmanship. He made me a new creation. Simple. Logical. Makes sense to me. Unlike a lot of folks in this day and age, who search for the truth, Almighty God in his wisdom, has told me who it is that I am, and where it is that I came from.

I am the First Born, created in the image of my Creator. I am the Son, who was born again, of water and the Spirit.

Another member of the Family of God.

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