I hate to say "I told you so...but dangit, I told you so."
And so it begins. As part of the compromise to renew Malones pet project, the PATRIOT Act, the reach was extended to cover meth. So now, not only do the Feds want to know what your talking to AQ about, they want to know when you have a stuffy nose by "requiring purchasers to show identification and sign a log book. Once you sign for your medicine, your name becomes part of "a functional monitoring program" that would "allow law enforcement officials to track and ultimately prevent suspicious buying behavior of ingredients for meth production,"
I called that the "war on drugs" would get PATRIOT provisions (alas, in a person to person conversation, so I can't link to it and prove my awe inspiring brilliance), while Mr. Malone felt that I was too negative to assume gtovermental creep. Once again, Stalin's naive and unyielding trust in the Feds has been betrayed. I just have this image in my mind of a COPS episode. W escorted out of the house in a wife beater, with Malone crying in the background, screaming "Leave him alone, he's changed. He won't hurt me agian, he said its different this time." Nope, they never are. Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do...
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