Our constitutional rights went out the window a while back. Not mj related, actually, no idea how it happened, but a while back was sitting on my computer late night. (Computer is in my front room where peeking through the blinds, you can see through from my front porch). Well it's like midnight, wife and kids are sleeping, I ripped a bowl after the kids went down so I'm golden in a manner of speaking. *POUND POUND POUND* ***?........ *POUND POUND POUND*.... I jump up fling the door open with a baseball bat, cop pulls his gun. (Mind you i'm lit as a mofo). I put the bat down, say "uhh, can i help you?" Cop " can you show me some ID?" Gun still pointed at me. Me " uhh, gimmie a second" Shut the door behind me and he pushes it open, gun on my back as I walk to get my wallet. I show him my ID, address is not this address cause I had moved, tells me to step outside. By this time I was getting pissed. Said why are you pounding on my door, waking my kids, and hassling me? He said an annonymous tip of someone in a hooded sweatshirt lurking out front of this address. I reply, yeah! Me, the F-ing homeowner having a smoke on my porch! Needless to say, our rights are gone. The cops can do whatever they want. Make our lives miserable, and if they are wrong, find a loophole to make it right.
All that said, talking it out, OUTSIDE, instead of running would have probably went over much better, and Maine would still have his girls. Lesson learned hopefully for all of us.