See subject. Bob Dylan was walking in a “Latin quarter” in Long Branch, NJ acting “suspiciously” and looking, well Bob-Dylan-y, according to this news report. Someone called the cops, he didn’t have ID to show the cop, and was taken to a police station.
Isn’t it the law still in the US that ID in public areas is not mandatory? Unless Dylan got ornery and acted up, or whatever, and then of course the cop can take him down.*
(FWIW, I don’t know what profiling is supposed to mean anymore. I used to think it was a neutral term for something police did, for stop-and-frisk. Then it meant only for invidious reasons, namely racism. Now I think it is being used for invidious civilian racism. I think.) At this point I submit that he is on record that he knows everyone has to serve somebody.*
**That pun came out by accident. I think further Dylan references are not only allowable, within reason, but inevitable.
Before we get carried away, I should point out that “How does it feel, to be own your own…like a complete unknown?” was done to death and then some by the media when this story was originally reported.
No, but since you ask, at times I do resemble the best detective of them all:
Bloom, are you the Messiah ben Joseph or ben David?
You have said it.
**BROTHER BUZZ **
Then perform a miracle.
**BANTAM LYONS **
Prophesy who will win the Saint Leger.
(Bloom walks on a net, covers his left eye with his left ear, passes through several walls, climbs Nelson’s Pillar, hangs from the the ledge by his eyelids, eats twelve dozen oysters (shells included), heals several sufferers from kings evil, contracts his face so as to resemble many historical personages, lord Beaconsfield, lord Byron, Wat Tyler, Moses of Egypt, Moses Maimonides, Moses Mendelssohn, Henry Irving, Rip van Winkle, Rossuth, Jean Jacques Rousseau, Baron Leopold Rothschild, Robinson Crusoe, Sherlock Holmes, Pasteur, turns each foot simultaneously in different directions, bids the tide turn back, eclipses the sun by extending his little finger.)