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Originally Posted by Amputate Your Head
But it raises a question for me.... if I had gone out wearing plaid golf pants, a sweater and white old-man loafers, would he have even stopped at all? I doubt it. I should've gotten his badge number, but at that point I just wanted the asshole out of my life and to go in and buy my shit.
And so, once again I am given yet another reason to not trust the po-po. Trigger happy cowboys with a badge.
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I went to the cinema yesterday and saw "Clockwork Orange" for like the third time.
One of the thoughts that came to my mind is how silly and primitive people are with their prejudices and "judging" others.
They're so sheep, it's so easy to manipulate them just the way you look or talk - like last Sunday I was wearing a Toten Hosen t-shirt with a skeleton on it (german Punk Rock Band), a spiky hair (not that I'd use gel or something but it just happened that way once I left the shower in the morning), black trousers and went to a douchegay shopping center to buy flowers for my sister, of course I was turning metro heads, anyway I walked in, made them quite a deal and once I'm leaving I could only hear those two women mumbling bullshit about my appearance, like if they were seriously offended.
The fact is if I dressed sharp and walked into the same store an hour ago I'd be able to talk them to sign with the devil.
Some people are so square it's unbelievable.