Carl Levitian
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The government says we can't do it, and they can't either. El Al airlines does it, and it been decades since anyone messed with them. Or at least did, and live through the experiance.
But out on the street, why not? It works, ask any cop. The one and only reality tv show where you see "real men and women of law enforcement" at work, Cops, is an eye opener for street awareness. The one tv show we all can watch, brings into focus just what the face of the enemy is. You don't have to watch too many shows to realize something. People really do look like what they are.
Stereotyping.
Walking down the street in condition yellow, and looking at who is sharing the sidewalk with you, about 90% of the people can be chalked off as no threat right off the bat. The couple of women window shopping with purses slung over their shoulders, nicely dressed, are not likely to be a threat. The guy in the grey suit and attache case, no not really. The young 30 something couple with the child in a stroller, nah.
But there, down the way a little, loitering by the corner, are two young guys right out of cental casting for Cops. Ball caps backwards, pants hanging down, weird haircuts, eyeballing everyone who goes by. Trouble on the hoof. Jackals. Predators looking over the flock.
Why is it that punks who are going to be trouble, look like it? It's as if they adhere to some uniform and code of conduct. Gangbanger imitating dress, and sticking out like a sore thumb. Hasn't changed in a million years. When I was in high school, it was leather jackets, tightly pegged pants, and Italian switchblades. By senior year they had been thinned out, some sent off to reform school, or even in one case I recall, one was shot trying to hold up a liquor store by threatning the cleck with a knife. Too bad for him, the clerk was really the owner and had an old Colt Detective Special. Oh well. Now its baggy pants, backward caps, and a cheap tactical looking knife. Around here, they seem to reserve the Davis .380 or stolen Glock for holding up convenience stores late at night. At least that's one nice thing to take advantage of.
Walking around a mall while the better half shops, or pulling into a strip type shopping center, it's not too hard to scan the lot for the usual suspects. Wolves, jackals, and other varmints generally look like what they are. The two well dressed young guys in business casual aren't likely to threaten you with a Parker t-ball jotter and demand your wallet and cell phone. But as you walk back to the car, the four gangbanger types in the Japanese compact with the coffee can muffler and whale tail on the trunk lid watching people come and go, bear watching and a wide berth.
Stereotyping. Generally speaking, trouble looks like what it is, and trash looks like trash.
You know what they say about the duck.
But out on the street, why not? It works, ask any cop. The one and only reality tv show where you see "real men and women of law enforcement" at work, Cops, is an eye opener for street awareness. The one tv show we all can watch, brings into focus just what the face of the enemy is. You don't have to watch too many shows to realize something. People really do look like what they are.
Stereotyping.
Walking down the street in condition yellow, and looking at who is sharing the sidewalk with you, about 90% of the people can be chalked off as no threat right off the bat. The couple of women window shopping with purses slung over their shoulders, nicely dressed, are not likely to be a threat. The guy in the grey suit and attache case, no not really. The young 30 something couple with the child in a stroller, nah.
But there, down the way a little, loitering by the corner, are two young guys right out of cental casting for Cops. Ball caps backwards, pants hanging down, weird haircuts, eyeballing everyone who goes by. Trouble on the hoof. Jackals. Predators looking over the flock.
Why is it that punks who are going to be trouble, look like it? It's as if they adhere to some uniform and code of conduct. Gangbanger imitating dress, and sticking out like a sore thumb. Hasn't changed in a million years. When I was in high school, it was leather jackets, tightly pegged pants, and Italian switchblades. By senior year they had been thinned out, some sent off to reform school, or even in one case I recall, one was shot trying to hold up a liquor store by threatning the cleck with a knife. Too bad for him, the clerk was really the owner and had an old Colt Detective Special. Oh well. Now its baggy pants, backward caps, and a cheap tactical looking knife. Around here, they seem to reserve the Davis .380 or stolen Glock for holding up convenience stores late at night. At least that's one nice thing to take advantage of.
Walking around a mall while the better half shops, or pulling into a strip type shopping center, it's not too hard to scan the lot for the usual suspects. Wolves, jackals, and other varmints generally look like what they are. The two well dressed young guys in business casual aren't likely to threaten you with a Parker t-ball jotter and demand your wallet and cell phone. But as you walk back to the car, the four gangbanger types in the Japanese compact with the coffee can muffler and whale tail on the trunk lid watching people come and go, bear watching and a wide berth.
Stereotyping. Generally speaking, trouble looks like what it is, and trash looks like trash.
You know what they say about the duck.
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