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Another telltale sign is whenever someone claims to be "shocked and disgusted".
If the prose-poem were actually about anything to do with sex, then the statement that ". . .it may happen that someday these indignities that I perform with my own body upon hers will save her life, or the life of someone she protects" would make absolutely no sense whatsoever within the context of the poem.
I take it you haven't seen the anime "Ninja Scroll"? :ultracool
rebeling aside, who is an authority to begin with??
how does one maintain integrity?
how is sovereignity lost to the wrong path?
Just for clarification...the negative reactions to Dale's writing was just one example of all the sanctimonious BS you encounter nowadays.
Another telltale sign is whenever someone claims to be "shocked and disgusted".
So in retrospect, you would have maintained a conversation with the boy during the walk and flashed the badge, but you stated both hands were occupied - do you have a remedy for that?
An MP3 player can fit in your pocket, but other things might not.
Amazingly enough, I've finally stumbled upon a situation in which all the technical skill in the world wouldn't have been enough - and managed to come out on top.
It's just before noon and I'm sitting behind the surveillance cameras in an electronics store, when all of the sudden I spot this little kid (eleven years of age as I found out later) grabbing an mp3 player, walking behind a couple of shelves, and stuffing the thing inside his pants. He and his friend then proceed to run out of the store and further into the mall, at which point I run out of the room and follow them to the library where the kid picks up the goods. I walk up to him showing my badge, after which I grab his right sleeve with one hand and the mp3 player with the other. Of course, he says that he hasn't done anything and that he's bought the thing, at which point I tell him to save it because we have it all on camera.
When we reach the bottom of the approximately 30/40 feet long stairs leading up to the store he starts to panic and screams that he hasn't done anything while trying to free himself. Not long after that, a whole bunch of people gather around trying to release my grip on him saying that I have no right to do that and that I'm breaking his arm and all sorts of things.
Now, the usage of force in my jurisdiction works pretty much like this - as long as someone is merely trying to get away and not physically attacking me, I'm not allowed to use anything but controlling holds. As soon as he starts attacking me, however, I'm allowed to hit, but even then it has to be proportionate in regards to the situation. This is also when I'm allowed to use my baton (notice that this is kind of like the difference between fighting and self defense - in reverse :ultracool). My first impulse when encountering resistance was of course to flow into a controlling hold on the kid's arm and wrist. After that, common sense kicks in, and I realize that if I do that I'm both very likely to break something on him, not to mention the potentially violent reaction that may produce from the onlookers. Therefore, I'm pretty much limited to holding on to him with all the force I can muster. Had I been able to use both my arms I might even have been able to drag him up the stairs, but let's not forget I had an mp3 player I couldn't afford to drop.
All the while, people are trying to drag the kid away from me, I don't know if they thought I was trying to rob him or whatever. One guy walks up to me and asks if I'm a cop, to which I respond that I'm an undercover security guard. He's apparently the only one out of all the sheeple with half a brain, because after hearing that he immediately backs away. Somehow I manage to produce my cell phone and call for backup from my uniformed colleagues (of a rivalling company, I might add). For a few seconds, there's nothing for me to do but try to hold on to prevent the kid escaping.
As my insanely good fortune would have it, however, two female undercover police officers appear seemingly from out of nowhere and grab hold of both the kid and the mp3 player, upon which I immediately pull out my badge and show it to the people around me before we start walking up toward the store again. Right at this moment, the uniformed guards appear as well, and while I'm extremely tempted to enlist their help in arresting some of the people in the mob for assaulting a public servant (yes, I have the right to do that), a voice in the back of my head tells me that enough time has passed for someone to pull out his cell phone camera and start filming the whole incident. Therefore, I just yell at them from a distance that the situation is under control and that I'll explain it all later. Understandably, they were a bit PO-ed at me for having called them for what they perceived as no reason, especially as I called upon them to arrest a seven foot tall Russian with large tattoos the day before, at which nothing happened.
So what have I learned from this? To begin with, I failed to adher to an important rule - to keep talking with the suspect as you're leading him back into the room. Furthermore, my flashing my badge for all around to see would probably have saved me quite a bit of hassle - except I had a panicked eleven year old to hang on to in one hand, and the stolen loot in the other. Any attempt on my part to use any type of force on either the kid or the people trying to free him would have gotten me into more trouble, very likely up the point of me losing my job.
Oh, and then there's of course the fact that the behaviour of the onlookers says a lot about the nature of sheeples in general. These are the people we assume to be sensible, reasonable adults with the ability to think by themselves and work together to create a better society with their combined knowledge, experience and understanding.
Heh.