OBAMA VISITED SEATTLE YESTERDAY...RONBO DID A TOUR OF TACOMA
When Comrade Obama comes to town those of us deemed Class
III (threat to the presidency) will receive a visit from the U.S. Secret
Service. In my case, America’s
Praetorian Guard will request even more – they want to keep “eyeballs” on me
while The One is in town. I
should note the American SS has no legal authority to invade my privacy: The
agents are moved against me like chess pieces on the express orders of the senior chess master in Washington, D.C. When called to account for their actions, the best excuse the pawns can
come up with is The Nazi Alibi, “I am only following orders.”
I can relate many unpleasant events that happened to me on
the days when a president came to town. One of the most intense occurred in
Orlando, Florida in the spring of 2007. At that time I worked as a
counselor/driver/office worker at Central Care Mission (CCM), a Christian drug
rehab that focused on getting addicted men back on their feet. On this
particular afternoon I was dispatched to pick up some of our clients at a construction
site at Disney World and transport them back to CCM. I should note that our
institution was located in a high crime area where car jackings were not that
uncommon, so when a black SUV with tinted glass pulled up inches from my rear
bumper at a stop sign, my first thought was that I was about to be the victim
of a felony.
Since I’m not one to willingly yield to illegal force, I did
a quick “California Stop” and went pedal to metal in an attempt to lose the tail in the residential
neighborhood where CCM was located. The black SUV floored it as well; however, with
my superior knowledge of the maze of streets in this area of Orlando, I quickly
lost my “Love Bug” and gained access to I-4. After slowing to the posted speed limit and getting my pulse rate back to normal, I patted myself mentally on
the back for being a “Steve McQueen” type of fast, safe and evasive urban driver
like he portrayed in the classic movie“Bullitt.”
I picked up my quota of CCM clients at the Disney World construction
project at Animal Kingdom and started the drive back, while sharing my tale of
“escape and evasion” from a criminal act that at best would leave my head
bloody and at worst the theft of the organization’s newest work van. One of my
passengers noted that a helicopter with Orange County Sheriff’s markings seemed
to be following us along I-4 just before we reached the John Young Parkway exit
that was near CCM. I joked that they were very likely looking for bank robbers
making an escape from law enforcement.
When we arrived back at CCM, I noticed several police cars
in the parking lot and several police officers in SWAT gear looking at the
white Ford mini-van I was driving. The officers were silent as the half dozen
clients walked passed them, but an Orange County Sheriff’s Deputy motioned me
over and started a conversation that went something like this:
Deputy: “Why did you run from the Secret Service?”
Me: “I didn't run from the SS, but I did run from a black SUV with tinted
glass. I thought I was about to be car
jacked. This is a high crime area, you know.”
Deputy: “The president was in town today, so they were
watching you.”
Me: “I didn’t get the memo.”
Deputy: “It was on the news several times about his visit, and you knew the Secret Service would be watching you all day.”
Me: “I don’t watch the news – it’s mostly Leftist
propaganda.”
Deputy: “The point is that you were speeding in a reckless
manner at high speed in a residential area.”
Me: “And so were the SS agents in the black van…Why don’t
you give both drivers a ticket?”
Deputy: “I didn’t see it.”
Me: “The Orange County Sheriff’s Department doesn’t see much
– for instance, the harassment, stalking and endangerment of law abiding
citizens such as myself. Did the SS agents have a warrant for my arrest? Did
they have Probable cause that I was engaged in a crime? Did they even say
anything to OCSD before the event?”
Deputy: “There could have been children in the street
playing…”
Me: “The kids don’t play in the streets in this neighborhood;
remember this is the ghetto of Orlando. What’s this?"
Deputy: “A ticket for
having your old address on your driver’s license...The fine is 100 dollars."
Me: “Did you check the SS agent’s drivers license to see if
it was valid and giving him your famous lecture about reckless driving with kids around?"
Deputy: (putting away
his ticket book) “I guess it’s like going fishing, you can’t catch them all.”
Me: “I think it’s more like Orwell
said in ANIMAL FARM: All animals are equal, but some are more equal than
others.”
But I digress..
I spent the day in Tacoma.
I used public transportation.
I had a wonderful time.
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