Perhaps I spoke too soon when I wrote about Andrew Meyer, AKA Captain Fantastic the Don't-Tase-Me-Bro Cowboy the other day:
No one anything like the people that were forced to choose between letting him carry on like the jerk he manifestly is, or removing him from the premises, will ever be heard from.
Jack Dunphy, the nom de plume of a policeman who works in Los Angeles, then writes it down for National Review, proves me wrong with a blast of reality from the trenches:
There is an axiom in police work that goes something like this: If you have a lawful reason for wanting someone to behave in a certain way, first you ask him, then you tell him, then you make him. In the case of Andrew “Don’t Tase Me, Bro” Meyer, the man now enjoying the waning moments of his Warholian fifteen minutes, the asking and the telling came up shy of the mark for the cops, thus bringing on the making. And the Tasing.