Remember last year when I told you the tale of getting mistaken for an illegal Mexican narcoterrorist gunrunner?
If you read through my account of it, despite their obvious mistake from my perspective, I did nothing to resist, frustrate, confuse, or infuriate the individuals with potentially lethal weaponry in a 25-foot radius of me or Deskmerc.
They were not asking me to do things. This was not some negotiation.
They commanded me.
I complied the first time they issued any command. If they said anything twice, it was only because I was doing it slowly to make sure I wasn’t doing it too quickly and looking like I was trying to escape, resist, or… whatever the hell other than what they were telling me to do.
One ugly face, one middle finger, one expletive in the face of large men with guns and flak jackets, and Deskmerc would still be scraping me off of his passenger’s seat.
If someone wasn’t scraping him off of his seat.
I did what they said, complied with every order, used language that was neither offensive or rude, and things got sorted out without anyone getting hurt or sued.
If I could be faulted for anything, it was for not being able to completely stifle the urge to laugh at how absurd the situation was. I don’t think that helped speed things along.
I knew they had made a huge mistake, they didn’t know it yet, and I knew that it would be sorted out.
For a situation where I could quickly get a huge hole blown in my skull, it was funny as HELL. And this isn’t just me now looking back at it… while I was going through it, the absurdity of it all was stupefying.
Best part of it all was that they eventually caught the bad guys.
Now compare that to the guy at UCLA, in the library without a simple pass after passes-only hours had started.
For such a tiny thing to resist over, he was screaming “Don’t touch me!” and “Get off of me!” and “I have a medical condition!” and “Here’s your Patriot Act!” and “Here’s your f–king abuse of Power!” and “I was leaving this godforsaken place!” and “F— off!” (dashes added so as not to offend Mrs K-J)
He tried to leave when they told him not to. He didn’t leave when they asked him to. He didn’t stand when they told him to. He did the opposite of what the uniformed officers were telling him to.
They told him multiple times to stand up. I’ve counted fifteen so far.
If it’s something minor that can be sorted out easily and the situation can be defused by complying, you comply.
The guy’s got a medical condition, alright: retardation.
Or, since he was actually using the library for something other than Pat The Bunny, maybe deafness.
Perhaps I have an advantage over the guy. After all, we Jews have a sense of humor about crazy overkill situations like these based on simple misunderstandings. I guess we developed and cultured it over thousands of years of having the crap beaten out of us just being us.
Instead of shouting like a nutcase, I kept calm and laughed.
Lucky bastard, though. All they had pointing at his stupid ass were Tasers.
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