Join Date: Aug 2012
Location: Side of a mountain in New Hampshire
I rode motorcycles in he sixties and seventies when you were pretty well assured that if you were on the road the inebriated, maybe including you, were all around you.
Now it's C21 and those odds have been significantly moved toward my survival but moved back some by morons with phones. I survived the previous decades by hook or crook and did not ask for or invite police invasion of privacy to better my odds. Serve and protect is not equal to monitor and preemptively act, at least not in the America Pop grew up in.
It's entirely missing the point arguing the viability of a tech that increases police capability to make judgements about the citizens behavior before the citizen has infringed on the rights of other citizens, or it catches the citizen in an electronic dragnet that doesn't make a distinction between one citizen and another. That the use of yet another device by police is accepted is another hammer blow to civil rights, that's the crime.
If some fool is texting on the highway I'm on and something needs to be done about it, Pop is fairly resourceful, including but not limited to calling John Law to protect my life and property. OTOH, it's a more dangerous condition to me that my fellow Americans seem to accept out of hand that the Police have whatever device they can acquire to monitor and identify behavior that may be illegal or may be a legal precursor to an illegal activity or may be being used by somebody legally and the person who is near the legal user is made suspect because of his vicinity.
Paul Revere rode through the streets alerting the citizenry that an armed force was marching on them. If the redcoats had electronica that indicated his movements and intents they would have blown his brains out. Not equating LE to an armed foreign power, but in the hills above Boston in the 1700's the English were the police.
Cross Country Tour.
We can't help it
We just keep moving
It's been that way since long ago
Since the stone age chasing the great herds
We mostly go where we have to go
That was written by James McMurtry