Originally posted by Bad wolfYou don't have to. You are one of the many subjects of Her Majesty the Queen. As is every other person in England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland, the Falkland Islands... As her subject, she requires not that you pledge allegiance, only that you do as you're told, if you're told - and if not, you get the chop.
I don't think anyone really pledges their allegiance to the Queen at all these days, you compare it to the US's pledge to their flag, and we have nothing like it.
I certainly have never pledged my allegiance to the Queen, the state or a flag, and I don't plan to.
Originally posted by Bad wolfbut you are young and rebellious. I saw you saluting a hot red thong.
I don't think anyone really pledges their allegiance to the Queen at all these days, you compare it to the US's pledge to their flag, and we have nothing like it.
I certainly have never pledged my allegiance to the Queen, the state or a flag, and I don't plan to.
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Originally posted by st00p1dfac3Indeed, clearly this hasn't happened to me before.
You don't have to. You are one of the many subjects of Her Majesty the Queen. As is every other person in England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland, the Falkland Islands... As her subject, she requires not that you pledge allegiance, only that you do as you're told, if you're told - and if not, you get the chop.
What do you mean when you say "get the chop"? Killed?
The death penalty is not allowed anymore.
It seems us 'subjects' of the Queen, are becoming more like citizens all the time. 🙂
Originally posted by Bad wolfYeah, you get your head whacked off by a guy with a big axe. Unless Robin Hood saves you. If he saves you though, you have to join his band of merry men - which sounds kind of creepy.
Indeed, clearly this hasn't happened to me before.
What do you mean when you say "get the chop"? Killed?
The death penalty is not allowed anymore.
It seems us 'subjects' of the Queen, are becoming more like citizens all the time. 🙂
Police are funny people. Most of the time you won't like them if they bust you, but on the other hand you could really like them if they let you off the hook. The popo can be your best friend or your worst enemy. I'm only in high school, so I'm not very notorious in my schemes, but I know a little. I've been busted for missing school, and it's definately not fun. They cuff you, (probably the most unpleasant part of the experience), and typically they won't be very nice to you. Where I ended up going wasn't fun, and I had a lot of phobias about ending up sombody's butt buddy. Fortunately enough I escaped with my life and my bottom, and the conclusion that all together, juvenile detention is a pretty rotten place. What a bunch of jerks eh? And for something like missing a little school! Anyway, yeah the popo can be kinda mean sometimes.
That brings me to a little story which occured in my life. Just a fun little adventure that took place when I was about 14 or 15. Looking back on it the situation it was pretty funny, but at the time I was scared out of my pants. OK so picture this... I was making a break for home so I could catch a ride and happened to be wearing all black. I was hauling too, running about as fast as I could. I slowed down a little as I neared my house, and hopped the fence into my back yard. That's when I noticed there was a legion of cop cars pulling up into my house's driveway. At first I was a little reluctant to approach them, for a split second considering just running into my house and hiding under my bed. But my common sense got the better of me, and I hopped the fence again the go talk with the police crew, who were now getting out of their cars with reproachful looks on their faces. Take note that I'm recalling this while I have some breath left in me and I'm not in a state of great discomfort. I remember the ominous feeling I had inside my stomach as they walked towards me. I asked "is there a problem?" At this point one of the officers said, "sit your ass on the ground!" I don't remember exactly what I was thinking, but it was something between confusion and fear. These guys were going to kill me, I was dead where I stood. I remember, like an idiot, putting my hands on the fence so as to let them search me. The officer spitefully corrected my action by yelling at me again to sit on the ground. So I did. Crosslegged, staring up at about 5 cops, all who thought I was a menacing car theif, which I would soon find out. At this point they started interrogating me as though I was some criminal mastermind unwilling to be cracked. It was all I could do to keep from crying as I gave them my information, telling them what I had been doing. At the end of it I was getting a bit defensive, it wasn't hard to tell I was pretty stressed, so finally they bought it. They told me I matched the description of a local carjacking that just occured. A running adolescent wearing all black is definately a little suspicious, but did they have to be so harsh? That's when one of the police said that another carjacking supposively was taking place, so they all ended up taking off. I remember the cop that first spoke to me said, "You understand why we have to do this?" or something like that. "Yeah, it's fine," was my relative response. And they drove off. I remember thinking how weird the situation was, and ended up walking into my house in disbelief about what just happened. So far that's my top experience with the police, and it was a conscious decision of mine that I planned on being a little more careful whenever I went for a run.
Originally posted by artplayerSmart thinking....I probably wouldn't wear any ski masks either.
Police are funny people. Most of the time you won't like them if they bust you, but on the other hand you could really like them if they let you off the hook. The popo can be your best friend or your worst enemy. I'm only in high school, so I'm not very notorious in my schemes, but I know a little. I've been busted for missing school, and it's definately n ...[text shortened]... hat I planned on being a little more careful whenever I went for a run.