Imagine being woke in the middle of sleeping with a phone call like this.
"Your driver was shot in your truck," said the caller, a business colleague. "Your truck was loaded with marijuana. He was shot eight times while sitting in the cab. Do you know anything about your driver hauling marijuana?"
"What did you say?" Patty recalled asking. "Could you please repeat that?"
The DEA seems to think that they can use private property at their convenience, with out the consent of the owner. Nor do they believe that if something goes wrong, that they have to compensate the owner if that property is damaged.
Commandeered by one of his drivers, who was secretly working with federal agents, the truck had been hauling marijuana from the border as part of an undercover operation. And without Patty's knowledge, the Drug Enforcement Administration was paying his driver, Lawrence Chapa, to use the truck to bust traffickers.
The only humor in this story is that it was such a cluster fuck that that a LEO shot another one.
In the confusion of the attack in northwest Harris County, compounded by officers in the operation not all knowing each other, a Houston policeman shot and wounded a Harris County sheriff's deputy.
But as we know...He didn't build that business. So why is he crying?
"How am I — a small businessman, father of three, American Joe from Texas — supposed to make a claim against a federal agency that has conveniently shrouded itself behind a red, white and blue cloak of confidentiality and secrecy?"
So under the cloak of the colors, the .gov agencies are creating many Angry Americans. But that's all they are is angry.
They will be angry sitting there in their lazy boy chair, TXTing their friends and watching Desperate Housewives.
Nothing will change.