Goofy Cop Shit...

[Guest]

Police aren't allowed to admit it because it opens them up for lawsuits. It doesn't matter what they did, how small or ridiculous, there are people who will sue for millions of dollars any time someone admits they were wrong.

And from what I have seen on Cops, most stops were made because the vehicle was stolen, unregistered, uninsured, the driver wasn't licensed, was drunk, had someone siting on his lap, someone checked something out the window, or whatnot.

This actually makes sense to me.

I have a good friend who is a cop. And he is a good man. In light of the venom displayed here, I suppose I've been lucky in that I've had no bad experiences with the police.

I do remember them being extremely helpful during a frightening car accident we had once when my husband had to be taken to the hospital, and I remember an officer who was very happy to walk me to my car because a creepy man was following me from store to store when I was at the mall, they've also come out to quiet down our idiot neighbors a time or two . . .

It's like any job, I would think. There are good and bad people, heroes and assholes. Unfortunately the assholes are given power over others, sometimes with miserable results for the others.

I just hate to see all of them tarred with the same brush.

 

[Liar]

Nothing?

This actually makes sense to me.

I have a good friend who is a cop. And he is a good man. In light of the venom displayed here, I suppose I've been lucky in that I've had no bad experiences with the police.

Not bad experience here - just silly.

I was once arrested, charged and called to appear in court for...Nothing?

No, not for something that I didn't to. For Nothing? Literally.

I had been accidentally arrested for being in the proximity of a hooligan brawl. It was pretty quickly clear that I had nothing to do with it so I was released within an hour, went on my merry way home and thought no more of it.

But apparetly since my ID was checked upon arrest, some clerk filed me among the other arestees and eventually it tagged along the rest to court hearings for different misdemeanors. But the clerk didn't know what exactly it was said that I had done, so he marked "Nothing?" in the computerized report form where he was supposed to write "Battery" or "Resisting arrest" or whatever. He probably thought he'd ask the cops in duty and fill it in later. But he never did.

"Nothing?" was what it said there and "Nothing?" was what it said in the letter I got, calling me to court hearing.

So I called the court up and asked them what the hell was going on. The reply was "Kiddo, you're not the first one. Just throw the damn thing and forget about it. God damn computer automated crapola."

 

[Boxlicker101]

This actually makes sense to me.

I have a good friend who is a cop. And he is a good man. In light of the venom displayed here, I suppose I've been lucky in that I've had no bad experiences with the police.

I do remember them being extremely helpful during a frightening car accident we had once when my husband had to be taken to the hospital, and I remember an officer who was very happy to walk me to my car because a creepy man was following me from store to store when I was at the mall, they've also come out to quiet down our idiot neighbors a time or two . . .

It's like any job, I would think. There are good and bad people, heroes and assholes. Unfortunately the assholes are given power over others, sometimes with miserable results for the others.

I just hate to see all of them tarred with the same brush.

When I was a callow youth, I was indoctrinated with the idea that "The police are our friends". I believed it until I became an adult, when I began to hate then. It began with Air Police when I was in the Air Force in the fifties and got worse when I lived in Oakland during the sixties and seventies. I will always regard the Oakland cops as scum, and they were all to suddenly die from extremely painful illnesses, I would have a big smile on my face.

Other cops have not been as bad, but I really have nothing good to say for them. The most I will ever say is that they probably are a necessary evil.

 

[R. Richard]

Quote:
Originally Posted by R. Richard
Welcome to Scumbagville, the town I lived in as a child.

The citizens take borderline mentally retarded people and give them handguns and almost unlimited power and then wonder why outrages occur.

Yeah, but atleast they follow their constitutional rights to keep and bear arms!

In the state of Massachusetts, the government, via their scumbags, denies common citizens their constitutionally guranteed rights. The scumbags are allowed to bear arms, by tradition. The common citizen, such as Seacat is denied the right to bear arms except by government permit. Even with a government permit, the scumbags were allowed to kidnap Seacat and his wife and then steal Seacat's gun, all without punishment of the scumbags.

 

[R. Richard]

This actually makes sense to me.

I have a good friend who is a cop. And he is a good man. In light of the venom displayed here, I suppose I've been lucky in that I've had no bad experiences with the police.

I do remember them being extremely helpful during a frightening car accident we had once when my husband had to be taken to the hospital, and I remember an officer who was very happy to walk me to my car because a creepy man was following me from store to store when I was at the mall, they've also come out to quiet down our idiot neighbors a time or two . . .

It's like any job, I would think. There are good and bad people, heroes and assholes. Unfortunately the assholes are given power over others, sometimes with miserable results for the others.

I just hate to see all of them tarred with the same brush.

Hey! That last makes a bit of sense, actually. I must, however, disagree. I think all of them should be tarred, regardless of how many of few brushes it takes, feathered and then ridden out of town on a rail.

 

[SeaCat]

Okay,

I told you about one of my run in's with the local police. It made them rightfully look like shit.

On the other hand, you could not pay me enough to do the job they do. It is nasty, it is dangerous, and the hours are terrible. These guys and gals are paid shit for putting their lives on the line to attempt to keep ours safe.

I know and respect many of the cops here where I live. They are truly caring people doing a job with little respect. Many of them are truly honorable and professional.

One of my friends, a Duty Sergeant, allowed me to do a couple of ride alongs. (With the clearance of his department and the signing of many many waivers on my part.)

Our first night we traveled to a very wealthy part of town. We watched as another officer pulled over a Lexus that was all over the road. The driver was a 14 year old girl who had taken the car to go to a local store. Her parents were called and after half an hour finally showed up. Momma immediatly accused the Police of sexually attacking her daughter while Daddy threatened lawsuits because the police dared to pull over their daughter. (Yes it did go to court.)

A couple of days later we went out again. This time we visited one of the worst neighborhoods. This was an area so bad the sergeant insisted I wear a vest as we drove through. (They have more reported shootings in this neighborhood than Boston.) I watched as they pulled over a car on the Wants and Warrants list. The owner of the car was wanted in connection with several armed home invasions. The person driving the car was not the owner, and even though the police did find several items of interest in the car they let him go.

The third night I watched as the police pulled over a car driven by a younger latino woman. I didn't hear what was said when they talked with her. (They had pulled her over because of an expired tag.) I watched as she was given a written warning and let go. Then I heard a call go out over the radio, one which I was informed was one unique to this department. The officer who had pulled the young lady called for a Hotel Check. When I asked what this was I was asked to wait for a few minutes. Not long after I heard another call of Hotel Check Positive. I looked at my friend and he just smiled while telling me that this waas what his job was all about.

We drove back to the station and I watched as well as helped as several cruisers were loaded with boxes and bags. Five cruisers left the station, tow of them SUV's, and all were filled with these boxes and bags. We drove in convoy and arrived at a beat to hell Mobile Home. This place was falling apart. Officers unassed their vehicles and knocked on the door. I watched as the door was opened by the young woman I had watched being pulled over.

She watched in amazement as these police officers, these so hated men and women who were so against people, unloaded box upon box and bag of food and clothing for her and her kids.

Well it turned out that her husband had been killed in a car accident not to long before this. She didn't have the money to register her car, but she needed to drive so she could work. The next day one of the officers paid out of his own pocket to re-register her car. The food and clothing helped her and her kids make ends meet.

Oh and several of the police officers in that department came by her place later that week and fixed it up, on their own time.

Cat

 

[R. Richard]

Ley me try to explain my situation with the scumbags.

Some years back, I was walking along the street and a dog bounded out of a back yard and bit me. I went back home, washed out the wound and then tried to report the dog bite. The scumbags didn't take it as a report, but instead talked with the dog owner. The owner had two dogs, one was a femal in heat. He lock the female in the house and the male dog outside in an unfenced back yard. The male dog was going crazy with the female so close but unavailable. Apparently to relieve the tension, the male dog bit me. The police refused to do anything.

Worried about rabies, I finally talked with the county public health people. The public health people worried about me not at all. However, they told the scumbags that certain steps had to be taken. The scumbags laughed at them. The state scumbags then told the local scumbags that they had to quarantine the dog. The public health people told me I had two choices, pay for expensive rabies shots or gamble with my life. I couldn't afford the shots.

A couple of weeks later, the dog and owner vanished. The local scumbags thought it was a joke. The state scumbags finally traced the owner who was again allowed to observe his own dog on the honor system.

There are several different types of rabies and as each critical period passed and I did not develop symptoms, I was a little closer to safe, no thanks to the scumbags. By the way, if I had developed symptoms, I was dead. I was within one month of the longest critical period when the dog developed rabies. I then had to wait for two weeks while the public health lab checked out the dogs rabies. Finally, the lab found that the dog had the common type of rabies where symptoms appear no later than three months. I was not going to die.

I never liked the scumbags to start with and, after they gambled with my life, I hate them. When you read about a scumbag being shot, listen really carefully. If you hear a big cheer, it is likely me.

 

[FallingToFly]

This may get a chuckle.

As everyone knows (or maybe not, but you do now) 3 years ago I was given a beautiful horse that was the terror of this part of Florida. He attacked people, animals, vehicles... he was a menace. Within six months, I was riding him in a halter while carrying a baby in one arm.

Our neighbor, who was at the time a highway patrolman, was fascinated by this occurence, and never failed to stop me and ask about the horse, and if I'd had any trouble with him. On slow nights while he was on shift, this included pulling me over to chat about horses. He would flip on lights and siren, chase me down, and spend thirty minutes chatting about my horses, his horses, the neighborhood horses. Comparing feed ratios and prices on hay, asking what kind of bit I was using on Luke. It was rather amusing- unless I was in a hurry, or had an appointment, etc, etc, etc.

One day, he has me pulle dover, and not being in a hurry, I had climbed ou tof the car, was sitting on the hood in a patch of sun, smoking a cigarette and chatting. One of his fellow officers pulls alongside, takes one look at me (in barn clothes- tank top, raggedly cutoff shorts, and no shoes because I'd taken them off, with my hair piled in a knot on top of my head and covered in dirt, hay, with my cigarettes stuck in my bra) and says: "You got yourself a druggie, huh?"

I just about fell off the car laughing, and my neighbor just grinned. He turned to his buddy and says, and I quote: "Hey, man, beat it. Can't you see I'm trying to entrap the lady into offering me sex to let her go?"

 

[Guest]

Ley me try to explain my situation with the scumbags.

Some years back, I was walking along the street and a dog bounded out of a back yard and bit me. I went back home, washed out the wound and then tried to report the dog bite. The scumbags didn't take it as a report, but instead talked with the dog owner. The owner had two dogs, one was a femal in heat. He lock the female in the house and the male dog outside in an unfenced back yard. The male dog was going crazy with the female so close but unavailable. Apparently to relieve the tension, the male dog bit me. The police refused to do anything.

Worried about rabies, I finally talked with the county public health people. The public health people worried about me not at all. However, they told the scumbags that certain steps had to be taken. The scumbags laughed at them. The state scumbags then told the local scumbags that they had to quarantine the dog. The public health people told me I had two choices, pay for expensive rabies shots or gamble with my life. I couldn't afford the shots.

A couple of weeks later, the dog and owner vanished. The local scumbags thought it was a joke. The state scumbags finally traced the owner who was again allowed to observe his own dog on the honor system.

There are several different types of rabies and as each critical period passed and I did not develop symptoms, I was a little closer to safe, no thanks to the scumbags. By the way, if I had developed symptoms, I was dead. I was within one month of the longest critical period when the dog developed rabies. I then had to wait for two weeks while the public health lab checked out the dogs rabies. Finally, the lab found that the dog had the common type of rabies where symptoms appear no later than three months. I was not going to die.

I never liked the scumbags to start with and, after they gambled with my life, I hate them. When you read about a scumbag being shot, listen really carefully. If you hear a big cheer, it is likely me.

I know I'm going to hate myself, but let me get this straight.

Asshole neighbors owned a dog that bit you.

You couldn't afford rabies shots.

And this is the fault of the police.

OK.

 

[glynndah]

I used to work at a local restaurant that was frequented by cops in the evening. Late one night a young patrol cop came in and, of course, as almost all young women are wont to do, we all began flirting with him. One young thing, Star, was particularily bold.
"Let me see your badge."
He took off the badge and handed it to Star who promptly pinned it on her shirt.
"Let me see your hat."
And again the hat went over the counter and onto Star's head.
I think she asked for and received a few other items. Ticket book, nightstick, and the like.
"Let me see your handcuffs."
And the cop promptly hands her the cuffs and she immediately locks one on her wrist and the other to his wrist.
Everyone is smiling and laughing.
"Now unlock me."
The cop reaches into his pants pocket for the key. A bit of scrambling ensues. He has to reach across to the other side to get the right pocket because that hand is still attached to Star.
A bit of time passes and no key is produced. The cop looks up and a blush spreads across his cheeks.
"Uh, can I use your phone? I don't have a key to those cuffs."

A few minutes later another patrol car pulls up. Star and the cop are stripping her of hat, badge, etc., as the two cops come in, laughing hysterically and pointing. The key was produced, the cuffs unlocked and Star went back to her duties.
As they all left, the only thing I said was, "Boy, I'm glad you didn't ask to see his gun!"

 

[R. Richard]

I know I'm going to hate myself, but let me get this straight.

Asshole neighbors owned a dog that bit you.

You couldn't afford rabies shots.

And this is the fault of the police.

OK.

Asshole neighbors owned a dog that bit you. Check!

You couldn't afford rabies shots. Check!

The scumbags were required, under written law, to quarantine the dog, which they not only did not do, but refused to do.
The scumbags were required, under written law, to notify the county health people which they not only did not do, but they then refused to cooperate with the county health people until forced to do so by the state scumbags.
If the dog had rabies, I was entitled to free shots, since it was a public healhth matter. However, the scumbags decided that it was better for the dog to live and for me to possibly die.
The scumbags then claimed that the owner was quarantining the dog and they were keeping "an eye on him." The owner was NOT quarantining the dog and the scumbags were NOT keeping an eye on him.
The owner moved, without notifying the scumbags, and the new scumbags then claimed that the owner was quarantining the dog and they were keeping "an eye on him." The owner was NOT quarantining the dog and the scumbags were NOT keeping an eye on him.
Each of the old and new scumbags told me specifically that they just did not have the manpower to monitor the dog and/or the owner. I told them that I would handle the matter on my own. The scumbags then had unlimited manpower to guard the owner and the dog.
It then came to light that the dog had bitten before and that the scumbags were aware of the previous incidents. Under the law, the dog should have been put down and then a rabies test could have been done on the dog. The scumbags were more concerned with the life of the dog than with my life.
During the entire incident, neither the scumbags nor the public health people were in anyway concerned with the danger to my life. In fact, the only thing that was of some concern, and only to the public health people, was that I might spread the rabies.
I, and I alone, was of the opinion that my life was more important than that of a dog. However, I am willing to learn. I am now of the opinion that the life of a scumbag is worth less than the life of a dog.
Now, the scumbags have changed their stance and the life of a human [at least for publication] is worth more than the life of a dog.