US Politics Obama Years Public date: 25.02.2019 20:17:58

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16 Nov 2008

License to Steal

You're driving down the road in a borrowed jalopy, an envelope on the seat next to you lovingly stuffed with hard earned cash to bid on a sporty car you've wanted since you first saw one in a neighbor's driveway at age 10. It's a beautiful day, not a care in the world; until you see the police roadblock. After waiting in the line of lumbering cars, your turn finally comes. The officer politely nods to you as he asks for your DL and proof of insurance. He then adds nonchalantly, perhaps noticing a bumper sticker advertising a local rock radio station or the preponderance of melanin in your skin, "Mind if I have a look in your car?" Next thing you know, you've been patted down, your friend's vehicle is being towed away, all that money confiscated. They found no contraband, you're not wanted, you're not even under arrest, but they take it all anyway. Surprise! Your property has been seized. Long before "9-11 changed everything," and George Bush declared war on the Bill of Rights, everything had already been changed and the Constitution already a victim. An ancient practice once used to enrich Kings and Warlords was sadly resurrected in the United States: Asset Forfeiture, a government issued license to steal, backed up by a crew armed to the teeth, and divisions of consiglieres and judges all in on the take that would make any old style Mafia Capo look like an amateur. Some reported examples are appalling: Police stopped 49-year-old Ethel Hylton at Houston's Hobby Airport and told her she was under arrest because a drug dog had scratched at her luggage. Agents searched her bags and strip-searched her, but they found no drugs. They did find $39,110 in cash, money she had received from an insurance settlement and her life savings; accumulated through over 20 years of work as a hotel housekeeper and hospital janitor. Ethel Hylton completely docume
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