I thought this was one of those "duh!" factor things.
It seems in Utah there was some question as to whether or not a police office actually *needed* your permission to search your vehicle after pulling you over.
Seems a little simple doesn't it? But to be sure I have it, lets do some math:
My = possessive. My vehicle = individual possession of vehicle. My, not yours infers need for permission. Thus: My vehicle, you need permission to enter, touch, or do anything with said vehicle.
I may suck at math, but I think this works out.
Of course, there are instances where "my" is canceled out by "reasonable proof of wrong doing" such as having a gun on the seat, drugs, open bottle of alcohol, person tied up and gagged in the back seat, where a police officer doesn't need your permission.
Next time a cop pulls you over for speeding or no lights and asks to search your car, stick to your hypothetical guns and say no way!
Of course, this won't happen unless you are any of the following:
*Black/listening to rap
*Mexican/have the Virgin Mary as back window decorations
*Gay/listening to Cher louder than neighborhood regulations allow
*Muslim/have something other than a...well, nothing, on your head
Showing posts with label police. Show all posts
Showing posts with label police. Show all posts
08 January 2009
30 August 2008
Pee break during Song get NY man tossed on the street
"During the patriotic 7th inning stretch at Yankee Stadium, nature called on Bradford Campeau-Laurion. When he tried to leave his seat during the traditional singing of God Bless America, however, he says he was stopped by a NYPD officer who said he'd have to wait until the song was done."Seriously? I'm hoping the man was just piss-ass drunk and that's why they threw him out. As much as I love the song"God Bless America" and sing along to it every time I hear it, when nature calls, nature calls. I'd rather go during the quick break when no one else is going so I don't miss any of the game.
And just what if it had been a parent with a little kid? Kids really don't hold it well and sure don't give a damn about a song.
"You either let my kid go to the bathroom, or I let him pee all over your seats. You're choice officer, your choice."
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