If I had a million dollars, I think I'd like to hire a crop duster to drop several thousand bumperstickers and other paraphenalia that said, "Against abortion? Don't have one!" over Witchita.
Then another officer, carrying a notepad and a camera, tells Newman he's under investigation. Newman doesn't like this. His demeanor darkens.
"Under investigation for what?"
"Someone has accused you of committing a crime."
"What crime?"
"I can't tell you that, sir," the cop says. He's shorter than Newman, with close-cropped hair and a pink face.
The cop asks for his driver's license; Newman refuses. He asks for his name and his birth date, and Newman gives them reluctantly, like a defiant kid busted for speeding. "Home address," the cop says. "I'm not going to give that to you," Newman says.
Mr. Name-And-Shame-The-Abortion-Clinic-Employees can dish it out, but perhaps he's not so good at taking it, eh?
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Date: 2004-10-19 07:35 am (UTC)Mr. Name-And-Shame-The-Abortion-Clinic-Employees can dish it out, but perhaps he's not so good at taking it, eh?