Hey, We Do Have Standards, After All…
The Watchful Babbler notes the story of the fellow who came to the US border with Canada carrying a bloody chainsaw…and was let in to the US. He then notes (well, actually, he notes before quoting the story)
So, Cat Stevens’ plane is forced to turn away before entering American airspace, but Customs lets in a guy carrying a bloody chainsaw?
I feel compelled to point out that this fellow harmed one head with his chainsaw, while Cat Stevens has damaged millions with his guitar.
Did you see the picture? I’d have kept his ass out for that alone.
All right, I call bias. I’m not one to whine about racism very often, but this time j’accuse. Every time I’ve gone across the US / Canadian border I’ve gotten extra questions about my wife. Once, when I crossed at Windsor / Detroit, and my wife had only her citizenship paper, but not a passport, they questioned me for 10 minutes about why I was driving that particular route through Indiana instead of going back through Niagara Falls (uhm, becuase I want to???). Last time I had two Japanese friends with me, and they got an extra 5 or 10 minuts of scrutiny. And you’re telling me a white guy with a whacked out hairdo and a bloody chainsaw gets in? Granted, they confiscated the weapons and fingerprinted him, but why did he get in? So they could spend the next fifteen minutes questioning the Japanese tourist who was next in line instead of booking him?
Really, what kid ever says “when I grow up, I want to be a border guard?”. That’s why we get morons.
“…what kid ever says ‘when I grow up, I want to be a border guard?’.”
The ones that look like they picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.
I suggest a couple bloody katanas in the back seat next time, John. That will evidently allay their concerns…
Chainsaws don’t kill people, PEOPLE kill people.
(And it’s because they’re wondering what that fabulous woman is doing with you, John…{8^P)