Does Anyone Still Doubt We Languish in a Police-State?
by Becky Akers
Hard to keep track of what’s illegal these days. The most innocuous deeds can land a serf behind bars even as crimes worthy of a sociopath earn rulers the Nobel Prize.
And so the Feds order some drones to kill American citizens and others to sexually assault them. You might think cops who pretend they joined “the force” to protect rather than lord it over us would hie themselves to DC and collar the criminals preying on us.
But no. Instead, they waddle about our neighborhoods, arresting us for “crimes” that aren’t, as they’ve done for decades – a reign of terror so long that few Americans even notice anymore.
Yet those who do contend that we’ve descended further into the police-state. Why? Because victims used to have to smoke weed in public or drag-race down Main Street to draw cops’ attention. Yes, laws banning marijuana are tyrannical, and the State has no authority, moral or Constitutional, to own, build, or patrol roads – but at least the peons knew where they stood: get caught flouting Leviathan’s silly rules, and you’d pay for it. The prudent pothead toked up at home, the speed-demon floored it on deserted highways.
But now, not only do increasingly large numbers of harmless actions violate specific, incredibly petty regulations, but cops and courts stretch such vague terms as “disorderly conduct” or “child abuse” to cover behavior they – or anyone else –dislike.
Consider the case of Lawrence Massey, 37. You might assume that Connecticut’s taxpayers would be grateful to him: when he “found the carcass [of a deer] on the side of Route 9 southbound,” he “loaded it into his minivan, and brought it home…,” saving them the cost of removal.