Son and I are spending a quiet late afternoon in the living room. He is reading and has his laptop tuned to the police scanner website, playing in the background. It is tuned to a suburb north of Minneapolis that has, for reasons unknown to me, some interesting calls. That county seems to have an overabundance of dumb people doing dumb things. Like the guy doing wheelies on his motorcycle in the middle of rush hour traffic.
Anyway, a call comes in where the police are looking for a vehicle. The reason they are looking for this vehicle is that the driver said something insulting to the person who called the police. The crime committed here was "verbal assault."
So I asked Son if that means that when somebody does something stupid I can no longer yell "Moron" at them. Son said that was pretty much right. And I asked if that meant that I could no longer flip somebody off if they did something equally stupid. Son allowed that this might not be the best response now days. Was more than likely against some law or other.
Sheesh! This politically correct garbage sure spoils a lot of fun.
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