It would be a shame if the jail cell had an infestation of rattlesnakes…
What do you have against innocent rattlers?
Tucker should be quite concerned that this reporter lady could spread Chlamydia, Syphilis or some other highly infectious communicable disease in her detention cell if she is arrested … consider wearing Bio Level IV suits, a heavy regimen of Cipro, and a medically isolated cell for this one.
Scabies is running rampant in areas due to all the persons coming across the border. The infestation is not responding to treatments.
Officer’s face is not revealed. I wonder who he is….. And I wonder “who” is getting the ticket. Sneaky artists.
That officer is Sherriff Tucker, long time resident of DBD and its environs, and good friends with Zed, Sam, and family.
Probably. But, “sneaky artists” the man said…
Has Estes resumed gunpowder production in thee US yet?
The single source of US gunpowder production in the USA had been destroyed and the model rocket company bought it to replace it and resume production. Yet another victim of consolidation to single source in our US defense supply lines. I always liked their model rockets.
The things you can read on the Internet. From bullets to artillery shells and bombs, the new gunpowder is imported. Just like all of those intended to be “New Americans” are imported.
Yet another fine mess.
Estes is not the only source of gunpowder, just the only black powder manufacturer that has a contract with the US military. It’s still needed as a booster in the fuses for artillery shells, but anyone can make it – including some hobbyists I know. If Estes fails to deliver, someone in the Pentagon needs to do his job and buy it elsewhere.
Of course, that functionary might have to skip a mandatory DEI class to get time to do his job…
Ah yes, the “Do You know Who I Am?” response to a traffic stop.
My answer always was, “No, Sir (or Ma’am), that’s why I need to see your license and registration”.
And it’s a sure sign of _expectation_ of a corrupt constabulary.
I find it interesting that some people actually _want_ to live in a corrupted society in the expectation that they’re on the path to Utopia, and too often get what they wish for.
No volume of examples to prove their folly (the fall of the Soviet Union comes to mind) seem to make a dent.
Do any of the wannabes realize that they probably won’t be on the top of that sh*tpile?
Or, “Don’t you know who you are?”
“If you can’t recall who you are ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step out and undergo a few tests to see if you’re mentally and physically capable of operating a motor vehicle safely”
Ma’am, since you don’t know who you are, I’ll have to take you into custody until your correct ID is determined, next of kin notified of your whereabouts and I get their suggestion on your disposition. Be prepared for a stay.
My friend who owned a very busy one man auto shop near Nashville Tennessee was interrupted by someone honking a horn repeatedly outside his door. A young lady he later learned was the daughter of the neighborhood city councilman was insistent that he drop whatever he was doing and fix a minor problem on her car RIGHT NOW! When he explained that there were a few jobs ahead of her, and she should make an appointment, she yelled “DO YOU KNOW WHO MY DADDY IS?”
“No Ma’am, but if you ask your Mama, I’ll bet she can tell you!” Then he went back to work and locked the shop door!
There were times while my father was an Army officer that he was a base or unit commander. He made it very clear that meant we had to set a good example, and that any attempt to gain special privileges would not end well for us.
My mom was a Navy wife for thirty years, and my father was a medical officer in the Navy. While they were stationed in Trinidad (off the coast of Venezuela) in 1950, she was waiting in line at the commissary one morning when a new shipment of supplies had arrived, when she witnessed this interaction.
Near the head of the line was a young woman, waiting patiently for the door to open, when an older, rather stout woman marched up and pushed in front of her.
The young woman said, “Hey! I was here first!”
The older woman turned around and said, “Do you know who I am? I’m Commander Jones wife.”
The young woman didn’t flinch. “Yes,” she said, “well, I’m Seaman Johnson’s wife, and I was here first!
A Portable Fingerprint scanner would solve that issue real quick…
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