The police in Henley today blocked off the main town car park for a Remembrance Day parade. Because the local council have double-yellow-lined all of the surrounding streets (to force you to use the pay-as-you-go car park), the nearest place to leave your car was about half a mile away.
Needing to drop someone off for the parade, I did the sensible thing any anarchist would do and parked up on a double-yellow line. I was away from my car for approximately 35 seconds, but this still gave a member of the fascist tax-enforcing licensed highwayman agency (a.k.a. British police) enough time to get there before I got back, with a ticket book in hand about to be opened.
A surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, but I at least retained enough sense to bite my lip:
Fascist: Is this your car?
Anarchist: You have blocked the car park and I needed to drop someone off for the parade.
Fascist: Did you see this was a double yellow line?
Anarchist: (Says nothing. Gets into car and turns key in ignition.)
Fascist: Don't park here again!
Anarchist: (Closes door firmly and drives off, hoping the adrenaline surge will drop off quickly)
Obviously, I could bang on about how these people are too busy harassing taxpayers rather than catching criminals, and other assorted diatribes, but that would be uninteresting.
Once the adrenaline died down and I was back home, I did notice a few vaguely interesting things, however. The first was my intense anger at being approached directly by an agent of the state. I was absolutely livid and did absolutely the right thing by getting as far away as possible, from her, as fast as possible, before I did or said something I would later have regretted; I probably need to take an anger management course! The second was my complete internal derision for this agent and my total lack of confidence in the "fair play" and "judgement" of the British police.
They are now for me nothing but licensed highwaymen and I would rather be completely without them. I would then be able to arm myself heavily and I would be free from having to pay for their cars, salaries, bursaries, and pensions, and could then use the money to pay for some decent security and protection, via private insurance agencies.
The final point of interest was that at no point in our "conversation" was the police woman in any way polite. There was no "Is this your car, sir?", or "Could you please not park here again?" rhetorical questioning. It was straightforward questioning as if I was already a court-convicted criminal and direct provocative orders daring me to answer back.
This lets me into the mindset of the British police, who used to famed for their politeness. It means that they distrust us, those of us who are forced to pay their wages, that they are afraid of us, and that they see us as people who need more jack-booting than in previous times, because we are becoming more pushy and more non-compliant in our attitudes towards them.
I'm not suggesting that we will rise up tomorrow and storm their cosy police stations, but it does suggest that there is a general pervasive attitude that the agents of the state, in whatever form they take, are becoming less trusted than they once were, and less powerful, as they become more strident and provocative in their words and actions to prove who is boss. I should also imagine that when these useless form-fillers and tea-breakers do occasionally knock themselves out by finding the odd villain, they are getting less and less successful in gaining prosecutions from juries, because the juries will be filled by more people like me who see the police as nothing more than dangerous money-stealing parasites, rather than security-generating "public servants".
This will push them into trying to have more jury-free courts, to gain convictions, which will once again lessen their hold over us as the government turns itself more and more of an open dictatorship.
And so, at last, with these higher brain thoughts about the nature of the state and how it touches our lives, my lower brain exhausted the last of its adrenaline and calmed itself down.
The sooner we are rid of these fluorescent-jacketed maggots, the better.