Is Government herding us into a police state?

BIG BROTHER'S EYE IN THE SKY

PART 2

Because of ubiquitous cell phones and observation cameras, with the right equipment, one can track and spy upon someone just about anywhere one goes. Now, along with face-recognition software, one can no longer disappear into a crowd.

Our federal government has new alter high-tech collecting tools that can, intercept, decipher, analyze, and store everything about hundreds of millions of us and make it available to those with a need-to-know with a mere click of a key. Science fiction is now science fact.

If used correctly, these tools are great and can track down criminal in a matter of minutes. However, some are abusing the use of these tools, and along with new regulation on the war on terror are making life hell for many innocent individuals. This has to stop. We have the laws and regulations, but they are broken and by those who are supposed to enforce the laws.

We can no longer send a private note to someone, unless we hand deliver it in a sealed envelope and watch them open and read it before burning it and spreading the ashes to the winds. That is if there are no hidden cameras their bathroom capable of observing over one's shoulder. Even the mail service is more secure than the internet or cell phones, yet they too, are vulnerable to search and seizure. Government does what it wants and answers to no one, whether it is legal or not. They seem to think the laws they made are meant for us peons or, is that pees-on-us.

Fourth Amendment search and seizure rights granted to us.

"The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized."

Illegal searches happen thousands of time every day. Most of us are ignorant of our freedom of search and seizure without a warrant. We feel safe. We trust police. We have nothing to hide and, in ignorance, submit to these illegal acts. Police are not above deception either. They know our rights far better than we do, and they know how to get around them.

"You don't mind if I look in your trunk/inspect your car? Would you mind emptying your pockets/emptying your purse?" Innocent questions, but what they are doing is asking for permission to search your person or property. That is legal and if you grant them permission, Shame on you. Not knowing one's rights can and will get an innocent person into trouble.

Some police have no morals or qualms about doing illegal acts. They are not above committing crimes. The fact is, the percentage of police who commit crimes is about the same as it is for ordinary citizens. This is not what I am talking about. These guys are professionals. They have stopped thousands of people and surely have sat through many lectures or training sessions on just what or how to talk to speeders or whatever. The first thing they say, after greeting you of course, is, "Do you know why I stopped you?" That is if you haven't blurted it our first. Let me tell you my little for-instance tale.

One morning about 3 am while going to work, a police officer stopped me for turning left on a red light.

I have been turning left on red arrow lights for over a year and a half. I thought this was a legal procedure because, I heard our county Sheriff say on the local radio that is was okay to turn left on a red arrow if traffic was clear. I heard him say this two defendant times on his morning talk show. It did not sound right to me However, Who am I to question the county Sheriff?

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" the hefty officer asked as he shined his light into my car.

"Ah, not really." I said. "Was it for turning on that red arrow?" I knew before I had the words out I had confessed to a wrongful deed.

"That's it." he said, and asked me for my license and registration, while I explained what I heard from his boss on the radio. "That's not so." he said and walked back to his car. I was fuming. Did he mean I did not hear it on the radio, or did he mean the sheriff did not say that?

They simply ask, and we open our mouth and insert our foot "Yeah, I guess for going through that red light." or, "Sure, go ahead; search me, my car, my house my pockets/purse." We feel we have nothing to hide. We have done no wrong." How stupidly innocent this is.

They must have a reason to search you or your property without a reason. Your actions or reaction could be reason enough, e.g., you are staggering/ smell like alcohol or marijuana, they spot something suspicious in your car or through your window etc. However, they can find or make up reasons.

Here is a good article demonstrating the above

Here is an article on the where when and how of search warrants.

Here is a video of a cop who does not get his way with and informed person. This is a funny one and the cop has a filthy mouth.

Here is an arrest, without cause, of a minor.

Cop takes down a special education student for not tucking in his shirt.

Check out this video Naomi Wolf on a Police State in America She says we have already become a police state.

War on everything

The leaders WE elect to run our country have declared war on everything, war on terror, war on drugs, war on poverty, war on property and even declared war on women. However, this one has been going on since Eve chomped on the forbidden fruit.

They-our leaders- declare war on anything they want to control. What's the old saying?"All is fair in love and war." Well, they have declared war and are taking it to the limit. They believe they have this right, i.e., they believe they are immune to the law. They do whatever they want, wherever they want, whenever they want to whomever they want.

And, we pay their bill for everything from paying the hooker, the hotel, the restaurant, the limousine and probably the condom. Let's face it, most of whom WE elect are lying, thieving, cheating, narcissist whore mongers. Whore monger, (1-a prostitute, 2-somebody regarded as being sexually indiscriminate, 3-someone willing to set aside principles or personal integrity in order to obtain something, usually for selfish motives ) I looked this up just to make sure I used it correctly. Yep, all three definitions are a perfect fit

What warrant? We don't need no stinking warrant.

Check out this site for some scary stories of how the government can confiscate everything you own merely on suspicion and never give it back even though they never charged you with any crime. Hey, remember this is war. Then, what they steal, except for cash of course. They always keep any cash they confiscate. Anybody that carries large sums of cash is automatically tagged a criminal. As for other property confiscated, they let it lay to rot away while the legal owners make payments on it and struggle to get his life back to some semblance of normalcy.

If the above were not enough, here are three more horror stories.

Reading these incidents made me weak and weary. I need to take a break. I have lots more to say about the erosion of our rights. See you next time. Have a pleasant day. Ray

WHERE HAVE OUR FOURTH AMENDMENT RIGHTS GONE

BIG BROTHER'S EYE IN THE SKY part 1

Is Government herding us into a police state?

Big brother's eye-in-the-sky is getting bigger and is peering deeper into our supposedly private lives. We are as frightened cattle crammed into shuts leading from feedlots to the slaughterhouse hurried along by electric prods poking our backsides. Resistance is futile. The uncooperative are beaten down and dragged onward kicking and screaming.

To make matters worse, we fat cows foot the bill with our hard-earned income squeezed from us by our executioners.

Recycle, recycle, recycle

What happens to all the high tech snooping devices originally developed as efficient tools for our troops to use in foreign lands defending our freedom, liberty and way of life, commonly known these days as WAR ON TERROR?

Why, they use them on us fat cows, whose tax contributions, not only paid for the research and development of these costly items, but we continue to give these developing companies bountiful tax breaks and incentives year after year, or until they declare bankruptcy, upon which we give them more of our monies. To add insult to injury, our illustrious leaders continue to kick us in the teeth by using these obsolete tools; we paid for, to spy on us.

Drones that once searched for terrorist in foreign lands, now searches our homeland. Its vigilant, bloodshot eye seeks out terrorist among us. These drones range from full sized airplanes to miniature copters not much larger than a big mosquito, all equipped with cameras and tracking devices. They patrol our borders and our back yards with blatant disregard of our privacy rights. They search for criminals or signs of criminal activity.

"What's wrong with that," you may ask? While search warrants are required to search us, or our homes, nothing says they cannot look through our windows, and they do. If they see anything suspicious, many things appear suspicious to most law-enforcement officials and of course, everyone is a criminal until proven innocent. They can and will break down your door, i.e., nothing pisses them off more than a suspect/criminal lingering too long in following their orders.

Search and seizure

Has a police officer ever stopped you while you were driving, that he did not first look in your car before he spoke to you? Do you think he was simply admiring your car? Has one ever asked you if he could inspect your car? Did you submit to his request? Of course, you did. "What's the big deal," you say. "I have nothing to hide." That is probably true. However, let us look at this scene

What if, while he searched, he found a marijuana roach in your car? "No! Not in my car, he wouldn't." Think about this scenario. Suppose you were walking down the street and steeped on the roach in question. You know, when freshly used, they may be gooey and soggy with saliva, an ideal situation for something to stick to a shoe sole. You step into your car and, plop, it falls to the floor mat. Do you think that officer is going to believe you when you say, "That's not mine, officer (BTW, this is the most popular response from a guilty criminal) I don't know where that nasty thing came from." Or, maybe he is not such a good or fair police officer. Maybe he just does not like something about you, so he decides to plant a small portion of weed he happens to have in his possession or kept it just for that purpose. Watch this video. Notice the second officer drop something in the car than picks it up as though he made a big discovery. There are hundreds of such videos out there.

♪ Ring-Ring ♪

Ah yes, the ubiquitous cell phone, the bane of present day society. There is rumor they will soon be issued at birth. These contraptions are far from being private. Everyone has at least one or more of the blasted things. My wife has two plus a couple walky-talkies, and we have a land phone. She uses them all in her work, often at the same time. Multi tasked women, aren't they such precious oddities? They amaze me. It's difficult for me to write down a message while using a phone. She leaves home in the morning with one clamped between her shoulder and ear and returns home still contorted in the same manner. I stand at the door as the sun slowly slips over the horizon waiting to give her a welcome-home kiss. I refuse to own one of the intrusive things. One has no privacy any longer. I seldom answer our landline monster anymore. When I do, it usually ends up being some anal person selling something, asking for a donation, taking a survey or some retrieval company searching for a ne'er-do-well who is dodging loan payments of some kind. Someone who had our phone number decades ago, i.e., that is how long the collection agents have been disturbing my quietude searching for a woman who owes someone money. One retrieval company after another disturbs me in search of the evasive woman who I wish I had my hands around her throat. I no longer pick up the phone from an unknown number or an unidentified caller. If something is not important enough to leave a message, that's tough. I seldom initiate a phone call either. I only call my wife in an emergency and then only if I can find her number. I have it stuck away somewhere. When and if I find it, there is no longer an emergency or I forgot why I needed to call her. Besides, my hearing has degraded to the point that I no longer understand anyone, especial a woman, even on my special phone.

I think I got carried away on this cell phone thing. What I'm trying to get across is, you cannot get away from one unless you turn it off, stomp it to smithereens or throw it into the lake. Anyone with the proper equipment can locate and track your every move down to where and what you had stopped for breakfast to where and what you bought from Wal-Mart. Your whole life recorded there waiting to be gathered. Later on I'' show you the how what and where our government is collecting information about us.

Smile, you're on Candid Camera

Surveillance cameras, ubiquitous as cell phones, are collecting our images 24/7. Our mugs are forever showing up on them everywhere we go. Of course, they take these mug shots with hopes of catching someone in illegal acts. One cannot scratch their butt or pick their nose in privacy anymore. However, no one does these nasty things, does one? Only when I'm taking a shower with the door locked and the light out.

One cannot go to the store without turning up on at least a dozen or more of the sneaky things. We have grown so used to their presence; we forget they are watching us. They take photos of us speeding through red lights; they catch us leaving a store without paying. They catch us doing forbidden things in parking lots or on street corners. You would think crime would be almost non-existent. Criminals are either ignorant, stupid or just do not give a damn. Yet some still manage to evade them. I am self-conscious whenever I get out in the public anymore. I constantly check for surveillance cameras. I am sure I appear as a guilty person looking over my shoulder and up at the ceiling. One gets a crick in his neck walking around in Wal-Mart. Just think how much more they could lower their prices if they did not have to invest in cameras and observers to monitor them.

We are no longer free in our own back yards or the front ones either

I'm a loaner and a country boy. I cherish my privacy. If I wanted to talk to my neighbor, I'd go knock on his door. I am not one to gossip over the fence. I go to great lengths to discourage it. I live in as subdivision to pacify my city-reared wife. I keep my back yard hidden from my neighbors prying eyes by a six-foot-high privacy fence augmented by tall bushes and trees. The only way anyone can see into my yard is if one is looking through a knothole, standing on a rooftop or sitting in a tree. I wish my front yard had these features. I do not want nor need any snoopy-officials hovering toy flying cameras over my private space. They claim the air space above private property is fair game. When I swim in my pool, I do so in the nude. Anyone observing me is blatantly snooping and deserves to get an eyeful. However, I live in fear that one day the cops will bust down my door and drag me off to the hoosegow for indecent exposure.

The phrase "you can't fight city hall," keeps resounding through my addled mind. The police are operating illegally, and will continue to do so until someone sues and takes it to the Supreme Court. The same goes for our government leaders in Washington. The mystical THEY say, we are to blame because we voted them in. We, the people, did not! The big-money fellows, the ones who run those conglomerations, the ones that hold us by the short hairs, are the goofballs who put our illustrious representatives in office. It is rare when a candidate with empty pockets and/or lacks a string of flagrant lies gets elected. I have nothing to back me up on this, but I would wager these rarities do not last long. Money rules and lies lubricate its wheels.

Looks like I got carried away again. I'll have to make this a 2 or 3 part series. So until next we meet, happy trails to you. Have a pleasant day. Ray