“Mr. Tolmage, you are under HOA arrest,” the fake cop said as he raised his baton in my own driveway. I’d been an FBI agent for 28 years — I knew what was coming. I let him swing. The taser hit my chest, and I went down in my St. Augustine grass. Then I heard 92 seconds of silence — and my old colleagues came through the gate.
“Mr. Tolmage, you are under HOA arrest,” the fake cop said as he raised his baton in my own driveway. I’d been an FBI agent for 28 years — I knew what was coming. I let him swing. The taser hit my chest, and I went down in my St. Augustine grass. Then I heard…
