But it certainly happened as I was reading the police blotter of the Arcata (California) Eye.
Arcata is a city that has gained some small fame (okay, posted to both Tom and August... really, what other blogs do you need? Well, this one, I hope, but even then) for passing a resolution at City Council disallowing their police service from enforcing the odious Patriot Act. Since I live in Canada, where the full force of the police state is somewhat restrained by fiscal realities ("Sure, we can set you up a surveillance database --- here's the price of the software. And you're going to need to upgrade that UNIX server." "Whoa, there, Rockefeller... we're still paying for the computers to keep track of a few guns."), I'm not particularly interested in the comings and goings of John Ashcroft's All-Seeing Eye. But if such things interest you, Tom and August are probably good places to start following the links. And you can watch The O'Reiley Factor on FOXNews for a giggle... a City Council member will be appearing. In the words of the Arcata Eye's scroll, "Don't let all your blood boil away before then, folks."
So, back to the police blotter. It may be earning a permanent link on my site... it has already replaced The Onion in my head, at least for a little while. Tom has a few samples, but allow me to choose out a few others:
Sunday, March 9 10:36 p.m. �Get away from me!� she screamed amid the sound of slamming doors and breaking glass. Police found a he, a she and a trailer park. The first two left with each other.
Tuesday, March 11 12:30 p.m. Another male and female found their interests in collision. The two serve as caretakers for a patient at their home, and share a room. But she said he was harassing and threatening her, and he admitted to being bothersome. She said he�d threatened to drive her to various places and just leave her there. Police introduced a concept as innovative as it was counterintuitive: make different living arrangements.
Friday, January 10 12:37 a.m. Chaucer and sherry by the crackling fire, coddled in an overstuffed chair with Vivaldi lilting into the small immortality of the wee hours. Or face down blotto in the sputum-pocked asphalt behind the laundromat. Which scenario you suppose ended in an arrest?
Friday, January 10 11:58 a.m. Some busybody called police after seeing a man in a dark hooded parka taking a TV from an apartment via a window. Police found the beardo and his cathode-ray quarry a ways away. He said it was his; she said he�d threatened her. And so that joyous artifact, the restraining order, danced into another life. Can�t they just include them with hooded jackets and save all the rigmarole?
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