Dear Boston Police: Try “Google”

Not a month after the Aqua Teen Hunger Force incident in which Boston Police shut down the city to blow up a number of promotional blinking ads, it seems the Boston Police Bomb Squad is bucking for promotion again today. This time, they blew up a suspicious package in Boston’s financial district, that turned out to be a traffic counter placed there by the City’s own Transportation Department.

How is it that no one bothered to try to identify the device before blowing it up? I mean, I understand that faced with a possible bomb, caution is required. But couldn’t someone take a picture with a cameraphone and see if someone in the City could identify it beforehand? How about a Google search?

In fact, let me suggest a new protocol for first responders to deal with any unusual circumstance:

  1. Open a web browser
  2. Go to Google.com
  3. Type a description of the object in question
  4. Examine the results for a match.

It’s that easy. It even works for other circumstance when you don’t know what you’re looking at. Take the recent case of the immigrant who was denied entry until he removed a medical device from his posterior that the customs officials thought might be used to smuggle drugs. It’s called a “seton”, and despite the fact that the doctor at the airport had never heard of it, a Google search for “seton” and “anal” immediately returns a nice detailed result on the device and the medical reasons it is used.

Come on guys – it’s just not that hard.

Ah, The Nanny State

Ashley came down with a horrible head cold today, so I headed out early to try and grab her some Sudafed. No, not Sudafed PE (which doesn’t work), Sudafed. Not only were all the pharmacies closed at 8am, no one at either Longs or Safeway apparently has the authority to allow you to purchase Sudafed, despite the fact that it’s a non-perscription drug. The reason? Federal legislation that requires you to show ID to purchase drugs containing pseudoephedrine, all in the name of reducing the illicit production of crystal meth.

Sigh, I am getting sick of the Nanny State.