Used to do that at Deacon Burton's. If you couldn't find a seat, he'd sit you down. You might wind up at the end of a table eating dinner with Andrew Young, or with a hobo off the street who was being fed in exchange for sweeping the sidewalk.
One enormous problem was that when we were awarded the Olympics, we had...in Andrew Young...one of the best mayors our city ever had. But when we actually HELD the Olympics, we had...in Bill Campbell...one of the sorriest, most corrupt mayors our city ever had. Campbell and his cronies rented out every single square inch of space that wasn't bricked over, and in doing so just flat out lied to a lot of people about how much money they were going to make. The whole placed looked like a damn flea market, and gave Atlanta a huge black eye in the international viewpoint.
Scariest part of any movie I've ever seen were those two little girls at the end of that corridor, holding hands so sweetly, with that blank look on their faces in "The Shining".
Come play with us, Danny...
Professor Amis makes some good points here. The protestors mean well, for the most part...you can't judge the entire movement by the ones who are there just to raise hell. (Saw some ridiculous signs. "No Fat Chicks", "What Would Mr. Spock Do?"...and lots of kids claiming to protest corporate greed while busy on their iPods and iPads and iPhones.)
Their overall point is valid, that the political process has been corrupted, and the corruption is on both sides of the aisle. Some purposely don't see that, but it's sadly true.
Trouble is, if the police ask you for ID...there's no way you can PROVE you weren't doing anything suspicious enough to reach the "reasonable suspicion" level. And if a police officer says that it looked like (to him) you were tossing something away, or were looking around very nervously, or even made a "threatening gesture"...then the officer is the one who will usually be believed in court.
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