You Homo sapiens and your guns...
May. 16th, 2024 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grinninfooleRadically overslept today. I often don't get to sleep until like 5 AM, but the cloudy drizzle today made a perfect environment for me to sleep in, and I woke up at 8 minutes past 3 in the afternoon, completely missing my training session today. Clearly, I need to make some changes.
After eventually bestirring myself, I ran a couple of errands and stopped by the diner on the way to my office. My order included a salad, from which I asked them to exclude the tomatoes, "the devil's fruit!" This prompted a long series of confrontational comments from a gaunt young woman with stringy blonde hair seated nearby, who proceeded to call me out for my using too much salt, drinking too much soda, rejecting god, and pedophilia. It quickly became clear that she was not rational, so I stopped engaging with her, but she continued to berate me–and the young man sitting with her, when he asked her to stop.
After about 15 minutes, a police officer came in asked her if there was a problem. She was obstreperous, but eventually left without further incident. I thanked the officer for serving as the 'designated grownup' in the situation.
But while I appreciated him doing his job, I hated that he was armed with a pistol, a taser, and a baton, with two extra magazines clipped to the front of his bulletproof vest, as a matter of course. Easthampton just doesn't need that sort of combat readiness. He's prepared for a level of danger that would make more sense if he'd been deployed as a peacekeeper in Gaza. Why should I trust someone so prepared for violence to keep the peace?
After eventually bestirring myself, I ran a couple of errands and stopped by the diner on the way to my office. My order included a salad, from which I asked them to exclude the tomatoes, "the devil's fruit!" This prompted a long series of confrontational comments from a gaunt young woman with stringy blonde hair seated nearby, who proceeded to call me out for my using too much salt, drinking too much soda, rejecting god, and pedophilia. It quickly became clear that she was not rational, so I stopped engaging with her, but she continued to berate me–and the young man sitting with her, when he asked her to stop.
After about 15 minutes, a police officer came in asked her if there was a problem. She was obstreperous, but eventually left without further incident. I thanked the officer for serving as the 'designated grownup' in the situation.
But while I appreciated him doing his job, I hated that he was armed with a pistol, a taser, and a baton, with two extra magazines clipped to the front of his bulletproof vest, as a matter of course. Easthampton just doesn't need that sort of combat readiness. He's prepared for a level of danger that would make more sense if he'd been deployed as a peacekeeper in Gaza. Why should I trust someone so prepared for violence to keep the peace?
