I'd tell him to go get his Col. and bring him out to me so I could explain the US
Constitution to him and ask him what law I was braking. After 27 years in the military the
one thing I know is that someone sent him out who probably doesn't have a clue as to what
they have legal authority over. Demanding to see the commander at the fence would either
shut them right up, or you would find out there was a no local ordinance. I'd bet on him
leaving and not coming back.

Nomen Nescio wrote:

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Well, I guess I made the list of suspected terrorists, this weekend.
My wife and I had been hiking in the hills at the foot of the Berkshires and
and when we got back to the car we decided to stop at Barnes Airport (KBAF)
and hang out watching the planes, for a while, and cool off after the hike. So
we parked on the side of the road next to rnwy 20, sat on the tailgate and sipped
on a soda as the planes came and went, as we have done intermittently for over
3 decades. After 1/2 hour, a camo Hummer pulled out of the Air National Guard
base (on the other side of the airport) and came toward us. It pulled up to the
fence next to us. G.I. Joe sat there for a minute doing whatever (chambering a
round in his 9mm?), then got out and informed us that "You can't stay there!".
"We're just having a soda and watching the planes", I said. He repeated "You
can't stay there!". "I've been coming to this spot for over 30 years, damn, 9/11's
got you guys pretty edgy, huh. I'm a pilot and I've flown in here more times than
I can count". "You have to leave, NOW, sir!", he replied sternly. "Is there any
place, around here, where it's OK to sit and watch the planes?", my wife asked.
"Not here.......there's a place to watch the planes at Bradley" (KBDL....20 miles away,
I know the place off rnwy 6......perfect spot to lob a Stinger Missile up the ass of
a 747 on takeoff), "but you can't stay here".
Realizing the futility of further discussion, I said, "OK, we're outta here". I closed up
the tailgate of the Tahoe and he went back to his Hummer. My wife and I climbed in,
and we started driving off. A 1/2 mile down the road my wife says, "You know, he was
taking pictures of you as you were closing the tailgate".
"Oh, ****"
So, now, Folks, .....somewhere in Washington, in some little file, there are probably
twenty seven 8x10 color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph
on the back of each one explaining what each one was, to be used as evidence against
me.
The next airline trip should be fun......can you say "Cavity Search"!

Hoping you all stay out of the database.

Later,
Osama Bin Buttf**ked

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