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which_chickI went to the DA's office today. (That'd be the District Attorney, a fellow named Bill Higgins.) The reason I was there was to tell him that Tenant is quite probably dealing drugs. The county has a hotline, and apparently more than a few people have called the hotline to tell it that said Tenant is dealing drugs. We are not the only people who think this of Tenant. Mr. DA was pretty happy to find out where Tenant was living -- he thought that Tenant had moved in with family, which would be sucky for law enforcement because family generally doesn't give up their own. He was also happy to hear that we would be willing to assist with a trash pull of Tenant's offal if that would be helpful for getting a warrant on Tenant's skinny white-trash ass.
A trash pull is one of the less-photogenic aspects of The War Against Drugs. See, once you throw stuff away, it's trash. Other people are allowed to go through your trash without a warrant or your permission. Generally, if the police are interested in you, they will go through your trash very quietly, so that you don't suspect they are doing it. If there are things in your trash indicative of drug dealing and the police find these things, they can then get a warrant to search your dwelling. Now, they're not going to call ahead and schedule an appointment. As they were sneaky people with the searching of the trash, they will also be sneaky enough to show up with a surprise warrant (Nobody ever suspects the Spanish Inquisition!) and a drug dog or two. If they turn up anything interesting in the search of your dwelling, they will arrest you and take you away. According to my baby brother the attorney, a surprising number of drug dealer types get nailed in this fashion. It's law enforcement entirely free of high speed car chases, though, which is probably why we don't see it on TV cop shows.
We shall see what happens with Tenant. I will, of course, keep all ya'll posted.
It's frustrating, sometimes, to see people that absolutely everyone knows are up to no good out on the streets. The Tenant's dealings were not news to us or to the DA. Pretty much everyone in town who is aware of Tenant knows Tenant is dealing. At times like these, it is critical to remember that due process is so that Gordon Diehl (he's our sheriff) can't, for example, arrest me just because he doesn't like my long hair or because he ain't seen me in church for months and months. Enough people get arrested for Driving While Black (and similar offenses) that I don't think due process needs to be eroded. It's important, the due process thing.
In mostly-unrelated news, I dug up poppies from the yard of the going-to-be-torn-down house next to Roy's this evening after work. They're the glorious orange poppies with big, tissue-paper petals, the kind I really like. I am aware that poppies come in colors other than exceedingly orange, but I only wanted the orange ones. It's been a bit frustrating because the damn gardening catalogs keep trying to sell me white or maroon or red poppies... at ten dollars each.
I got rather a lot of the glorious orange ones. While they were not ten dollars each, they were not technically free. They were technically stolen. I stole them from the Borough of Everett, owners of the property who will be tearing the house down and, I hear, building a garage for borough machinery. I didn't figure that the Borough would mind or even notice.
I'm going to hell for this, right?
A trash pull is one of the less-photogenic aspects of The War Against Drugs. See, once you throw stuff away, it's trash. Other people are allowed to go through your trash without a warrant or your permission. Generally, if the police are interested in you, they will go through your trash very quietly, so that you don't suspect they are doing it. If there are things in your trash indicative of drug dealing and the police find these things, they can then get a warrant to search your dwelling. Now, they're not going to call ahead and schedule an appointment. As they were sneaky people with the searching of the trash, they will also be sneaky enough to show up with a surprise warrant (Nobody ever suspects the Spanish Inquisition!) and a drug dog or two. If they turn up anything interesting in the search of your dwelling, they will arrest you and take you away. According to my baby brother the attorney, a surprising number of drug dealer types get nailed in this fashion. It's law enforcement entirely free of high speed car chases, though, which is probably why we don't see it on TV cop shows.
We shall see what happens with Tenant. I will, of course, keep all ya'll posted.
It's frustrating, sometimes, to see people that absolutely everyone knows are up to no good out on the streets. The Tenant's dealings were not news to us or to the DA. Pretty much everyone in town who is aware of Tenant knows Tenant is dealing. At times like these, it is critical to remember that due process is so that Gordon Diehl (he's our sheriff) can't, for example, arrest me just because he doesn't like my long hair or because he ain't seen me in church for months and months. Enough people get arrested for Driving While Black (and similar offenses) that I don't think due process needs to be eroded. It's important, the due process thing.
In mostly-unrelated news, I dug up poppies from the yard of the going-to-be-torn-down house next to Roy's this evening after work. They're the glorious orange poppies with big, tissue-paper petals, the kind I really like. I am aware that poppies come in colors other than exceedingly orange, but I only wanted the orange ones. It's been a bit frustrating because the damn gardening catalogs keep trying to sell me white or maroon or red poppies... at ten dollars each.
I got rather a lot of the glorious orange ones. While they were not ten dollars each, they were not technically free. They were technically stolen. I stole them from the Borough of Everett, owners of the property who will be tearing the house down and, I hear, building a garage for borough machinery. I didn't figure that the Borough would mind or even notice.
I'm going to hell for this, right?
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Date: 2005-05-20 01:04 am (UTC)It's like Food, Not Bombs, but instead it's Flowers, Not Bulldozers.
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Date: 2005-05-20 03:03 am (UTC)I think I am going to move them to my front yard next year.. I'm also saving the seeds, in hopes to sprout more of them. They are glorious. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v57/Fahrvergnugen/individualpoppy.jpg)
Good luck on getting rid of that drug-dealing redneck. Who needs 'em anyway?
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Date: 2005-05-20 03:04 am (UTC)