I think the pouches are not the solution too, but this is something Philando Castile’s mother found from another mother in VA.
Reading the linked piece from the TV station gives some more info, I don’t see where holding one’s license and registration papers clipped to your side air vent is a solution to the problem. I do give credit for trying to figure out how a black person can comply with an officer’s request without having to move one’s hands and arms.
Bravely bold Sir Robin, rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die, O Brave Sir Robin.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged,
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off,
And his penis…
It started with a small, clandestine group of 81,283,098 voters who think the majority should govern, that “We the people” is anything more than a prefatory clause that does not limit or expand the scope of the operative clause.
Love that it’s “bad fajitas” that she uses as an example of food-borne illness. Totally random choice of foodstuffs, that. She just spun the ol’ food poisoning wheel of fortune and it skipped over all of the others and just randomly landed on a food that comes to the table sizzling hot.