By Rebekah Maxwell – BarbWire guest contributor
This Week’s Sign the Apocalypse is Upon Us
It’s another blissful day in post-American Utopia, where a state of near-constant surveillance keeps us in constant safety.
Repeat after me, citizen: The LORD is a shepherd we do not need, for we have police instead. Their guns and their clubs, they comfort us, and we fear no evil, for the cops art with us.
That omni-protection is nowhere more vital than over our children. And since nearly all of our little workers-in-training are in government schools (because we haven’t quite stamped out those pesky independent homeschoolers just yet), that’s where the police should be. It’s for the children.
Who else would protect the kids from their grandmothers bearing cupcakes?
A 78-year-old California woman says she was seriously assaulted by a police officer when she visited her granddaughters’ middle school with cupcakes.
Mary Poole says she was just dropping off some treats for her granddaughters:
For several years, she was the guardian of her son’s daughters, but a custody dispute between their parents left her unable to see the girls.
“I hadn’t seen my granddaughters for some time and I wanted to see them, and so I baked some cupcakes and bought some cookies for my granddaughters’ classroom,” Mary said.
But when she got to their classroom, she was confronted by a Clovis Unified police officer (yes, the school district has a police force). He allegedly told Mary she had to leave the school because she had restraining order against her.
In reality, there was no restraining order in place, but she says she cooperated and left the school’s campus anyway, getting in her car, and pulling over on the street in front of the school.
Poole says she was on the phone with her son, explaining what happened, when the officer became confrontational.
“And I was very frightened, and I told him to call the police and he said, ‘I am the police,’” Poole said.
“He wouldn’t listen to anything I had to say, period,” said Poole. “Every time I tried telling him anything…I mean, I was even telling him, ‘I’m 78 years old,’ before he grabbed me. He sprayed me with mace twice.”
From there, the elderly woman claims the officer got physical.
“He jerked me out of my car with my left arm with such great force, and then threw me onto the pavement. From there he dragged me by my left arm up to the school grounds,” said Poole.
The report observes that Mary Poole is less than 5 feet tall and about 110 pounds. So she was clearly an imminent threat to the officer’s safety.
She was taken to the hospital with broken bones, a dislocated shoulder, and over $180,000 in medical bills.
She’s is now suing the school district on multiple charges including false arrest (though she was never formally charged with any crime), excessive force, and elder abuse.
The school district withheld immediate comment, but the report confirms the officer involved still works for district.
What an outrage! Can you believe a cupcake-baking granny would challenge the almighty arm of the law? Yes, the officer made a mistake by thinking she was persona non grata at the school, but she shouldn’t have tested his patience by sitting by herself in her car peacefully. He is “the cops,” after all.
What’s next? A father daring to pick up his own child from school?
A father taking his daughter to school in (gasp!) an Army uniform?
Or, Obama forbid, a homeschool mom with a messy house?
Involved parenting? Who do these people think they are?! The guardians of their own kids?
Clearly, they’re not evolving with the rest of us: the state is our children’s keeper, providing for their needs, filling their minds with approved knowledge, and protecting them from unapproved influences, like insubordinate grandmas, and their sugar-filled homemade cupcakes. Protect them, they will–with pepper spray. And beatings.
It’s for the children.
Rebekah Maxwell, producer of the Steve Deace Show, began reporting and producing at WHO Radio in 2007, with on-air work recognized by the official alphabet soup: the AP, IBNA, NBNA, RTDNA, NAB (all the while staying far from the TSA and UFOs). She delights in debating religion, politics, and all other subjects impolite at the dinner table. Her favorite time of year is Caucus season, and she’s an accomplished slam poet, ready to spit the truth…in mad rhymes, if necessary.
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