I’m an ex-hippie chick though some might disagree about the ex part.
I was actually almost radical back in the day and was friends with a number of political prisoners. I used to sit in their homes in the 1960’s helping them stuff envelopes with anti-war literature (Vietnam) as an occasional joint was passed around the table. I did not smoke it, but probably got a little contact high.
Not friends with any of these people anymore, some that actually became friends with John Lennon and Yoko Ono a few years later, and some that were actually imprisoned for their various anti-war actions, I seldom think of this time in my life.
Finding this article with RT, jogged my menopausal memory.
A similar thing happened to me once with a mall cop and it wasn’t Paul Blart. I spent much of my youth barefoot in the summer. I wouldn’t dream of walking around like that now, but as a dancer, I already had great calluses on my feet so it was not at all uncomfortable for me to walk miles of sidewalk completely barefoot.
My sister and I had walked to the mall a couple of miles from our home and I went into the mall barefoot. My sister being of sound mind at the time wore shoes. One of the rent-a-pigs noticed I had bare feet and because of me all those freaking “No shoes, no shirt, no service” signs were born!
He came over and started yelling at me about what a disgraceful health hazard I was and my meek response to the unexpected tirade was “Jesus Christ!” Said in a “what’s your problem” manner like he was as nuts as he obviously was. At that time those no service signs did not exist so I was not technically breaking any laws. He was irate that this was my response that came with a dirty look so he said, “Come along with me” taking me with a co-pig to his commanding officer, Sergeant Big-Pig. When we got there he proceeded to speak “Pig Latin” which means lies. He told his sergeant that I called him a “God damned son of a bitch” to which I said, “The hell I did, I just said Jesus Christ” because of the manner in which he spoke to me. He called me a liar and repeated the lie again. His boss told him to leave the room and he and I spoke for a few minutes. Again I told him what was said to me by this man and how he said it and what I said. My sister was outside and confirmed with him what had happened, to which he told me I could just leave and don’t worry about it. He then asked “Porky” to come back in so he could speak to him.
Case closed! But this is one of the many reasons I know the kind of personality that is attracted to these types of jobs. Aggressive, angry, hostile, cocky, etc. You would never use terms like “Loving, kind, generous, meek, etc. to describe a potential police officer. I learned that cops lie or really misinterpret what is said or happening around them. For this very reason it is imperative that all individuals wishing to become any type of gun carrying guard or police officer be thoroughly checked psychologically before allowing them to even get into cadet training.
Through the years I finally realized that “Jesus Christ” was not a phrase you use just because something is really stupid or unfair just because I heard it used that way growing up by other adults around me. You use that phrase when you are actually speaking to Jesus in prayer, never vainly. Sometimes in prayer His name is used vainly as Jesus told us that many will call it but few will make it because the road to righteousness is straight and narrow and most do not walk that walk.