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selective enforcement

A necessary pre-condition for selective enforcement consists of a web of archiac, absurd, unenforcible laws. If a person who has violated any law counts as a criminal then everybody's a criminal of some kind or another, and when it comes time to disenfranchise a social/political pest, "we" simply invoke his criminality. After all, criminals deserve every torment and privation "we" inflict upon them. Tolerance, compassion, or understanding for these criminals goes beyond the pale because they broke the law and violated the social contract that allows us to live like human beings; vessels of the divine spirit imbued with the nobility of angels. If we gave in to the despicable criminals and let them behave in any fashion their purient natures lead, we would be damned to the condition of lawless animals.

C'mone, Bhairavan, think of the children.


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Apr. 16th, 2003 06:31 pm (UTC)
i know it's not what you were thinking of when you wrote this, but i thought about that same issue one night last month when i got pulled over on the california coast highway on my way home.

it was late. there was not a car on the road but me and the cop who rode my ass for about five miles. i was sweating bullets, because even though i was sober and had no illegal stuff in the car, i knew that when it was late and you were the only car on the road, these cops would pull you over and write you a ticket for anything. i got in the right turn lane to turn into the little suburb i call home, and then he finally ended the suspense by flipping the lights and pulling me over. seeing that i was clearly neither drunk nor speeding, he gave me a ticket for- yes indeed- not using my turn signal. he also told me that he could have told have also written me a ticket for letting my wheels cross the white line on the shoulder as I turned. basically from his tone of voice i was clearly supposed to feel like he was a really nice guy, that he was doing me a favor. like i should be endebted to him, almost.

of course, that experience ultimately wasn't a big deal, but i realized something. when the secret police finally do come knocking at your door, for selective enforcement of some arcane law, not only will they arrest you, but they'll want you to know that they're actually quite nice people, since could have charged you with x and y and z as well, but they didn't, you know, out of the goodness of their hearts. you're lucky, you know. not all cops are as lenient as me.
Apr. 16th, 2003 10:02 pm (UTC)
Thank you sir, may I have another.
Yeah, I know the type. Every time an officer of the law has used the threat of violence to pick my pocket, I got the impression that they expecting my final comment to be, "Thank you."

Never have I thanked a robber.

I'm not stupid. I don't mouth off or wax sarcastic with them. I just fix my gaze upon them and give minimal answers to their questions and let the uncomfortable silences stretch on as long as they care to stoop at my driver's side window and stare at me from behind their mirrored sunglasses. I'll be damned before I thank them.

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