If they get to the point of wanting to take blood, you’re going to jail period. Found that one out several years ago.
They couldn’t get me on a breathalyzer or a field sobriety test so they arrested me and took me to the hospital and then to jail.
I couldn’t care less about the so called “rights” of drunks driving.
But if it saves the life of one child, it’s worth it!!!
Forced blood tests? Hell...that crap don’t fly even up here in the Massachusetts Gulag.
I don't know Florida statute, but if there is probably cause, the suspects are screwed on Federal Case law.
With so many refusals, the warrants did not appear effective, said Miami-based DUI attorney Michael Cohen, who argued that under Florida statute, it was illegal to force someone to comply with a blood test unless an accident caused serious injury or death. "I thought the whole point of the warrant was they could strap them down and take it against their will, just like they do with serious bodily injury," Cohen said. "It seems like this failed for them."
Maybe they have a shot there. If's that Florida law, it seems cut and dry, but even with my defense leanings, I take a defense attorney's word for what it's worth - a guy whose job is to stand up for his clients.
I’m not eager at all to be on the road with a bunch of drunks careening around. These people have a right to be secure in their persons, though. Forced blood tests have more than just a whiff of totalitarianism about them. Get them off the road in some other, more Constitutional and less intrusive manner, please.
“Vampire bloodsuckers with MADD mother supervision.”
Fight them by joining drunks against Mad Mothers!!!!
Posted on 04/08/2005 4:55:04 PM PDT by 10mm
It may have already happened to you.
A friend or family member invites you over for a drink and suddenly you find yourself surrounded by the uptightest of your loved ones, trapped in an emotional ambush, pinned down with accusations that you, yes you, dear drunkard, are a monstrously diseased person. A person with a problem so horrifically out of control they are forced, yes forced, to confront you and make you change.
Now, there are those who secretly welcome interventions, either out of a selfish craving for attention or a repressed desire to stop drinking. If you are reading this magazine, however, you are most likely neither, and this article is for you.
First off, a properly executed intervention places you at a huge disadvantage. You are caught off guard, heavily outnumbered and most likely badly hungover. That doesnt mean, however, that you cant escape with your dignity and desire to drink intact. As a matter of fact, with proper preparation and foresight, you can not only duck the bullets, but turn back the attack and send the opposition running for cover. Heres what to expect and, more importantly, how to win.
Not such an easy thing to do. An intervention is a sneak attack, a very personal Pearl Harbor. You think your life is careening happily along like a brilliantly out-of-control speed boat and suddenly Japanese zeros (piloted by your friends, no less) are shrieking out of the sky to drop thousand-pound guilt bombs on your happy little ship.
Surprised people tend to react emotionally and attacked people tend to react defensively, and you must fight down both urges. You will lose a shouting match because there are more of them and theyve already worked out their attack.
Muster all your inner strength and screw an indulgent and reasonable smile onto your face. Let them get emotional. When you respond to their outrageous demands, speak in the quiet and sonorous voice of reason. Adopt the attitude of a tolerant child psychologist dealing with irrational and angry children, imitate the calm unemotional timbre of the semi-infallible HAL 9000 computer in 2001: A Space Odyssey. Try to end all your sentences with your opponents first names. Answer questions with questions. Make them explain their motivations. For example:
Frank, why do you drink so much? Do you really think I drink too much, Sam? Hell yes, I do! Hell yes! Why do you think that, Sam? Because you drink more than everyone else! Jackie Gleason told more jokes than most people. I dont think that makes him a bad person. Do you think he was a bad person, Sam? Were not talking about jokes. Were talking about drinking. I dont know if you know this, Sam, but Gleason also drank way more than most people. Did you know that, Sam? Yes, and that makes him a very sad person. He was a very happy person, Sam. I think most people would love to live his life. He lived to be 72. Did you know that, Sam? Were not talking about Jackie Gleason! Were talking about you! Are you saying I dont deserve to be as happy as Jackie Gleason? Why do you feel that way, Sam? Perhaps we should get to the bottom of those feelings before we go any further. Sam.
It will drive them crazy.
Revel in the Truth
If they are following the standard intervention template, right off the bat they will insist you admit you are an alcoholic. This is not the time to get defensive and start telling fancy lies. Once you start denying what you and they both know to be true, youve already lost the moral high ground. They are laying siege to the castle that is your lifestyle and lies make for lousy sandbags.
Admit that you are, in fact, an alcoholic. Wholeheartedly. Embrace the title and steal its power. Admit to it in the same matter-of-fact, yet modest tone you would confess to being the undisputed world pickle-eating champion. No big deal, its just something youre rather good at. Do not present yourself as a craven and shameful victim, instead stand tall as a reasonably proud and entirely self-aware recreational drinker. This tactic will most likely throw them off and may even enrage them. They will have expected you to duck this punch and instead you let the blow bounce of your granite chin like an errant moth.
Get God and Science On Your Side
Next they are likely to say: Dont you realize the harm the booze is doing to you? This ploy was quite effective when everyone thought alcohol was an evil, unhealthy thing, but has lost a great deal of its power in the face of the tidal wave of medical reports attesting to how alcohol is actually very good for you.
Most anti-alcohol organizations still define alcoholism as having two drinks a day which, ironically, is the minimum number even the FDA confesses will cut your risk of heart disease by 30% and extend your life by 3 to 10 years. After you mention these facts, say this: Truly, what is your interest in sending me to an early grave? Youre not in my will, if thats what youre thinking. I will, however, regularly bring flowers to your graves. I may even have a little nip out of my medicinal flask, in your memory, and think: Why oh why wasnt I strong enough to convince them to save their own lives?
If they try swinging the Bible onto their side, remind them that Jesus turned water into wine, not the other way around. The Bible attests that Noah himself liked to get hammered, and where would we all be if that good drunk captain didnt gather the beasts and float the big boat? And be sure to memorize this biblical zinger: Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts. Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more (Proverbs 31:06-07).
After letting that one fly, you may ask your hosts if there is any wine to be had.
Crush the Quisling
At least one member of the group wont want to be there. Hell be the one lurking in the background, refusing to make eye contact. He may be a drinker himself. Probably not the same quality of drinker you are, but a fellow imbiber nevertheless. This traitor is very vulnerable to the Fruitarian Gambit. Developed as a forward defense against aggressive vegetarians, the gambit goes like this: When a vegetarian starts ranting about how meat is murder, identify yourself as a Fruitarian (super-vegans that only eat what a plant gives up willingly, such as an apple falling off a tree) and shrill, Do you know the anguish of the wheat stalk at harvest time? Did you know they can sense when their brethren are being slaughtered around them? Is that a polyblend shirt, cotton killer? Wheres my red dye?
For every extreme, self-righteous viewpoint, there is an even more extremely self-righteous one, and a modified Fruitarian Gambit can be brought into play as a means to dividing your attackers. Whenever you feel the tide turning against you, suddenly turn to the Quisling and say:
Ive seen you put a few down, Bob. Do you know there are those that would condemn you for that? Yes, but I drink moderately, I Yes, but what is moderation? Who makes those rules? Some people, like Sally here, thinks one drink is too many. Remember how drunk you got on your birthday? Yes, but I was celebrating. So maybe I like to celebrate every day! Does that make me a bad person? I expect this of them, but you, Bob? It just makes me sad.
Then, every time they attack alcohol, turn to Bob and say, Do you hear what theyre saying about you? You dont seem such a horrible person to me, Bob. I happen to think youre a wonderful person.
He will be shamed. He didnt want to be there in the first place and now hell wish he was somewhere, anywhere else. His hangdog expression will put a drag on the groups self-righteousness, and he may even start rising to your defense. Its a cruel trick, but you can make it up by buying him a shot later.
Shine a Favorable Light on Your Questionable Behavior
At some point they are likely to roll out a verbal highlight reel of some of your, shall we say, less than gentlemanly antics while under the influence. Whatever you do, resist the urge to insist: You cant blame me for that! I was blacked out at the time! Instead, mold the hideous clay of your bad behavior into cute little bunny rabbits:
Frank, I watched you drink a whole bottle of cheap vodka! It was all I could afford. Surely you dont want me blowing my paycheck on some imported brand. You vomited on the bar! I was feeling ill. What do you do when you feel ill? You started a fight with the bouncer when he tried to throw you out! He was insulting your manhood. You might not think your manhood is worth defending, but I do. Then whyd you try to choke me? I was just rough-housing a little. That was my inner-child expressing himself. Are we so locked in the uptight prison of adulthood we cant goof around a little? Then you went home with a strange woman! Her name is Miss Sally Winterbottom, of the Boston Winterbottoms. And thats exactly how my grandparents met. Theyve been happily married for fifty years now. Did you know Sally writes the most brilliant poetry, Sam? You missed work the next day! Havent you told me time and time again I should quit that awful job? That its far below my talents? With any luck theyll fire me and Ill be goaded into seeking out my true destiny.
Give Them Nifty Nicknames
In prison, Im told, every guard gets a nickname, courtesy of the inmates. You should do your friends the same favor. By now theyre probably getting a little uncomfortable about the whole gig, particularly if its their first intervention, and you can heighten the tension by hanging a contrary tag on each of your oppressors. If there is a liberal in the group, start referring to him as Hitler. If another is a conservative, call him Stalin. If theres a Bible thumper on board, tag her the Grand Inquisitor. Osama works on nearly everyone.
Sprinkle these new nicknames liberally throughout the conversation, for example: Hey, Hitler, if the Grand Inquisitor over there is making some coffee, can you tell her to whip me up a cocktail? Oh, I forgot, drinking is against the rules now. Aint that right, Osama?
Make Them Respect Your Individual Pursuit of Happiness
The interventionists strongest, most difficult-to-repel attack is expressed in a single question: Do you realize how your drinking is affecting those around you? Now, if your drinking actually is stealing food from the mouths of your many weeping children, or lends you the uncontrollable urge to wrap your car around the nearest available tree, youre in trouble. You have no defense at all and should, weeping softly, march with them arm-in-arm to the substance-abuse clinic of their choice.
However, if they are talking about how you are adversely affecting the lives of fully-grown, independent adults that you do not keep locked in your basement, and you know better than driving drunk, you can tell them all to go to hell.
If they dont like the way you live your life, they can clear out at the first sight of you hoisting a highball. Our founding fathers swore the Creator himself gifted us with the inalienable right of the pursuit of happiness, and if your idea of happiness is getting wildly hammered, flopping like a happy seal on any number of poorly-constructed tables and waking up hugging a toilet like it was your long lost millionaire brother, thats none of their damn business.
If they ask why you drink, and they will, tell them this: Drinking makes me happy. Are you really the sort of people to steal away the most precious commodity of all: Happiness? You envy my joy! It burns you up that I march through life with laughter in my heart! Your cruel frown envies my giddy grin!
Let em try those jackboots on and see how they fit.
Spin a Web of Artistic Pretension
If you, like every other drunk, fancy yourself a painter/writer/sculptor/amateur beer-commercial deconstructionist or any other stripe of artist, you have a powerful defense at your disposal. Let slip your calm mask for a moment, crank some fiery passion into your voice and lay this concept on them:
Alcohol inspires me to create. What if Picassos so-called pals had convinced him to stop drinking absinthe? Sure, he may have become less of an ******* and could have afforded a better apartment, but wouldnt we be deprived of the brilliantly shining light of his irreplaceable art? Art that has inspired and touched the souls of millions! You would throw all that away so the poor bastard could wake up every morning without a hangover? Really? You are the enemies of art! I decry you as the oppressive jail keepers of creative thought!
And if they dare smirk at the idea of you being the next Picasso, snarl: With friends like you, I wont be!
Now that youve blunted their savage assault, its high time to launch your own vengeful attack. The only people bold enough to conduct an intervention are those who consider themselves very close to you, so you most likely will know more than a little about their habits. And everyone, even Mother Theresa, has bad habits. Attack these flaws with a strident, yet deeply concerned tone.
If one of them is overweight, point out that being obese is very bad for the heart and his gluttony is putting his life in great jeopardy. If one of them smokes, point out the dangers of second-hand smoke, and remark that at least when youre drinking you dont go around spitting bourbon into peoples mouths.
If one of them drives an SUV, inform her she is selfishly destroying the environment and the future of her children. If one smokes pot or uses other drugs, ask him why he would take away your perfectly legal system of killing stress and adding pleasure to life. Say, You look agitated, Ralph, sure you dont want to go smoke one of your doobies? Isnt it time to pop a Valium, Joan? Score any cocaine lately, Sammy Boy? Get on your feet and ask if you have the right to force them to change their personal habits.
As a weak defense they will probably say they wished you did care enough to lead them from their sins and you must immediately respond: Well, thats more like it! Lets get down to it! Who shall we start with first? The self-hating glutton, the cancer killer, the drug-addict or the eco-assassin? Hmm?
And that will be the end of it. The last thing this type of person wants to do is look into the unforgiving mirror of their own shortcomings. The intervention will deflate into a dejected co-support group. At which point you should invite them all out for drinks. Frank Rich
If it can be forced merely because of a cop’s/prosecutor’s opinion, like Saturday night “sobriety checks” looking for sober people who’ve had a drink and are driving fine while giving plenty of warning for actual drunks to turn down a side street, it’s garbage.
But if you have, I don’t know, Reasonable Cause (a bag of cocaine qualifies, and swerving around before bouncing off the median would as well), then there’s nothing unreasonable about it.
A friend of mine told me about the Polezi in Germany. When there was a barfight, the MP’s would show up and it would slowly fizzle out. The Polezi showed up and everyone scattered. If you were pulled over and they wanted to test you, you could refuse a blood test as long as you understood they had a baton and WILL get your blood one way or the other. I for one hate cops, but when it comes to that issue, I believe it is a good idea to use some force in these cases. I had a choice to go out that night and I had a choice to drink. If I choose to pilot an auto and risk others lives, I understand.
There is no way I can pass a sobriety test because of balance problems (I’ve had a labyrinthectomy). But I’m sure all cops are trained to spot that.