Every move you make

1 08 2013

Move along, people, nothing to see here.

Yeaaaah, not so much:

Because who wasn’t reading those stories [about the Boston bombing]? Who wasn’t clicking those links? But my son’s reading habits combined with my search for a pressure cooker and my husband’s search for a backpack set off an alarm of sorts at the joint terrorism task force headquarters.

[snip]

What happened was this: At about 9:00 am, my husband, who happened to be home yesterday, was sitting in the living room with our two dogs when he heard a couple of cars pull up outside. He looked out the window and saw three black SUVs in front of our house; two at the curb in front and one pulled up behind my husband’s Jeep in the driveway, as if to block him from leaving.

Six gentleman in casual clothes emerged from the vehicles and spread out as they walked toward the house, two toward the backyard on one side, two on the other side, two toward the front door.

A million things went through my husband’s head. None of which were right. He walked outside and the men greeted him by flashing badges. He could see they all had guns holstered in their waistbands.

“Are you [name redacted]?” one asked while glancing at a clipboard. He affirmed that was indeed him, and was asked if they could come in. Sure, he said.

They asked if they could search the house, though it turned out to be just a cursory search.

[snip]

Meanwhile, they were peppering my husband with questions. Where is he  from? Where are his parents from? They asked about me, where was I, where do I work, where do my parents live. Do you have any bombs, they asked. Do you own a pressure cooker? My husband said no, but we have a rice cooker. Can you make a bomb with that? My husband said no, my wife uses it to make quinoa. What the hell is quinoa, they asked.

They searched the backyard. They walked around the garage, as much as one could walk around a garage strewn with yardworking equipment and various junk. They went back in the house and asked more questions.

[snip]

They mentioned that they do this about 100 times a week. And that 99 of those visits turn out to be nothing. I don’t know what happens on the other 1% of visits and I’m not sure I want to know what my neighbors are up to.

45 minutes later, they shook my husband’s hand and left.

[snip]

All I know is if I’m going to buy a pressure cooker in the near future, I’m not doing it online.

I’m scared. And not of the right things.

Hey, if Michele Catalano, her husband and son weren’t doing anything wrong, well, then, no harm, no foul, right?

Right?

~~~

h/t Melissa Jeltsen, HuffPo;  *Update* on the men-in-black, see this piece by Philip Bump of the Atlantic Wire (tip to Sullivan’s Daily Dish on Bump bit)

Advertisements

Actions

Information

5 responses

1 08 2013
dmfant
1 08 2013
absurdbeats

Is this the piece in which he says no big deal, because other things are a big deal? If so, Simon says shit.

2 08 2013
dmfant

just him outlining the background breakdown that amplifies all these public shockwaves

3 08 2013
dmfant
5 08 2013
FC Jackson

Landed here searching for my lost boy JASPER_13yr. Old Neutered male Tabby Cat swindled away from me while in jail for 21 days in Umatilla, OR. I saved him from the needle when he fit in my palms. I promised him always I would be with him. Now I must not stop looking for at least ten more years. When we (he and I) needed the men in black most to help us – if they showed at all it was to deny us. So it goes for nice guy’s. I will never again trust in anything I don’t have to exceptan animal. JASPER CATMAN JACKSON have somebody call home to your daddy @ 720-585-4809. $500 +cost (no ‘Q’s) to bring you home you white/grey striped little man with toenail out in L/RR paw, ‘V’ nick in L/ ear lobe, long hite whisker middle R/cheek, tuft of swirwled hair above R/eye.Chip supposedly in neck. Paid for but never found by any shelter. This FC ‘Rick’ Jackson_Aurora, CO jacks9lies@gmail.com

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s




%d bloggers like this: