Ownership: Reality, Concept, and Law

July 3, 2008 at 1:18 am Leave a comment

In point of fact you legally own very little.  I haven’t seen many modern cases; I can’t recall offhand where it was that I saw them last.  It was common in the days of the railroad, when the railroad required access.  What it boiled down to was that you’d better take the price offered, or it would fall.  Ownership of land is actually only valid for a given period of time, that I believe now varies from state to state; right of way (for the government or its use) unquestionably supercedes any claim to ownership.  The Constitution, by the way, came very close to requiring that one have title to land in order to have citizenship, which makes all this even more complicated.  This does hale back to the British and property rights vis a vis wants and needs of the government.

 

Funds in a bank account are pretty available to outside, legal entities at this point.  If they can manage to associate a certain checking account number with a certain individual, collection agencies can in some cases simply proceed to obtain monies owed, although commercial entities cannot access bank accounts whose primary source of income is Social Security.

 

You’d better think about calling 911, too, incidentally.  I don’t actually belong to that class of individual any more (mainly because I have Social Security income; in the eyes of the law, because of income level and source of income–a primarily seasonal company–I was quite questionable, very clean record irregardless)–the ones, that is, who generally do have something illegal going on.  I gather that crystal meth is more popular today than I had guessed.  People who work for seasonal companies tend not to have drug tests (or so, at least, the police believe), q.e.d. although rather weak in my opinion.  Maybe I’m prejudiced.

 

Anyway; that was how I became a criminal over an epileptic seizure, understand? appearance.  I’ve known of people who called 911 who let the police into their house and ended up visiting prison.  By the way, just don’t let the police into your house without a warrant.  You can’t make a good impression on them, and odds are if they ask for entrance they’re looking for evidence of something.  Unfortunately, that’s what it’s come to.  It isn’t like it was in my youth, or even as I recall ten or twenty years ago, when you might actually be friends with the local police.  Everyone is breaking the law somehow.  And realize you look wrong to someone.

 

Nah.  I’m not paranoid.  Not at all.

–Glenn

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