I have learned a few things: apparently obama has signed a doctrine for complete control, they want to warehouse children with disabilities and the UN is going to force it, and apparently there's a war on christianity that nobody invited me to.
Oh, and Fort Knox is used to store nothing but tear gas now, replacing all the gold that Obama gave away, or something. And nothing, repeat nothing has been invented in the US for over a decade, and China invents everything now, and the armed revolution is coming so buy your stores now...
^ That was from a weird Englishman and his tragically uncoordinated wife during a lunch break at a firearms safety course I attended (prerequisite for a license in Canada, otherwise I don't think they would have been there). The rest of us privately voted them the most likely to blow their own feet off with their own weapons.
It's an attempted end-run around obtaining a search warrant, which would require more than just higher than average power consumption. The way it works is the municipality sends a bylaw inspector to a home for a "safety inspection" after someone notices that the power consumption at the residence is higher than it should be.
The inspector can't force his way in, but a bit of bullying and a stern "What have you got to hide?" or "I'll come back with a warrant and make your week difficult" is often all that's necessary, especially if the homeowner in question isn't actually doing anything wrong, and isn't used to dealing with stuff like this. The inspector brings along a police escort for "safety and security." Convenient.
The inspector looks around, and if he finds a grow op, well, hey, lookee here, the police just happened to be down the hall! Now they don't need a search warrant because it wasn't "a police search."
If the inspector finds nothing illegal, he (often but not always) presents the homeowner in question with a bill for the inspection, which can range from $5k to $10k.
Good news though: A few days ago, the BC Supreme Court has issued a giant "fark you" to the practice:
"You can have my Unix system when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers." -- Cal Keegan