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Quoted: Most cops suck, period. Just about every one I know was some church mouse in school who got picked on, and now becoming a cop is some type of revenge on their shitty little world. With all the child molesters, rapists and other scum, don't tell me you're "doing your job" for writing me at 2am for a burned-out taillight bulb, looking for the big DUI bust. Stop being a lazy f--k and get the real criminals. [puke] View Quote They're either the picked on dudes or the ones who were bullies in school and miss the action. |
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Quoted: Quoted: Ok guy first let me say just to establish my bonifides I was a MP for three years, Deputy Sheriff for 26 years Patrol Sgt. for 8 years, and this is how and what I feel. When I started,we were Police, helped people and busted bad guys, then a trend started, SWAT , this was good cause it saved cops lives then,it slowly started changing , you were getting these guys who wanted to be commando,green berets, or whatever and they started treating the public like crap.Police marksman, were now snipers,civil rights were lost and its just getting worst, when I'm stopped for speeding its none of the officers business, where I've been or am going, I was speeding, and now he's fishing for a bigger bust ok. Well look somewhere else I ain't doing nothing wrong and don't want to put up with some young snot nose "I don't know anything rookie "in a small village pop 500 acting like he is LAPD and has just watched cops on television, screaming get out of the car get out of the car down on your face down on you face, cause I undid my seat belt and he saw suspicious movement. Thats why for me. View Quote Geez, did you get to work with any good guys or guys you got along with? If you didn't like your job why did you stay? All we need is disgruntled cops out there. [rolleyes] View Quote Bountyhunter, I agree with you 100%. LEO6920, I hope you are better at PO work than you are at reading comprehension (ie. "...then,it slowly started changing .."). |
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Having a Police Chief for a Father made life difficult for me as a teenage Hot-Rodder, but sometimes it helped bail me out of trouble...
I've had more altercations with the law than I care to admit, or can even remember... Never spent a night in the can, but have been frisked a few times, Had cars searched, Been through several DUI checkpoints(Some sober/some not), And spent plenty of time sitting in the back seat of a cruiser waiting for "info" to come back... Most recent was just a few weeks ago... I went up to hunting camp (5 hours drive from home) for the weekend for a work-detail, and went out with the guys to the local watering hole... Me being the "designated driver", left the bar at 2am after having about 5-6 beers, and was driving 6 drunk friends back to camp... Got 500 feet up the road, and got pulled over for going 40mph in a 25 zone... Two officers got out of the car... Cop 1 says: "You know why I pulled you over ?" Art says: "NO" (While 6 drunks and a half finished case of beer are sitting in the same vehicle) Cop 1 says: "Have you had anything to drink tonight ? " Art says: "I'm designated driver, so only 2 or 3 beers" Cop 1 says: "Out of the vehicle, and to the rear" Art says: "NO problem" Cop 1 says: "When I say so, count from 1001 to 1030, while standing on one leg, with your arms stretched out." Art says: "You're not 'gonna make this easy are you ? " Cop 1 says: "Do it now" Art says: (on one leg & arms out) "1001,1002,1003,1004, (etc... up to) 1030" (Passed test with flying colors) Cop 1 looks at Cop 2 in disbelief... Cop 2 laughs and said to me: "Your really good at this" Art says: "I'm not drunk, but the guys in the back are toast, THAT'S why I'm driving... Also, Dad was a cop for 35 years, so I'm familiar with the routine..." Cop 2 says: "Who is your Dad ?" Art says: "You wouldn't know him, I live 5 hours from here in R******,PA" Cop 2 say again: "Who is your Dad" Art says: "He was Chief in B******** Township 'till retiring in '95, his name is A*****B.W*****" Cop 2 says: " I knew your Dad very well...He just recently passed away didn't he ?" Art says: "Yeah, he died at home of a heart attack...How the HELL did you know that ???" Cop 2 says: "I was Chief in the next township from your father years ago, Your Dad was a Helluva guy" Art says: "What the HELL are the chances of that ??? " Cop 2 says: "Hows your Mom doing ? Is she hanging in there ? " To make a long story short, we BS'd about my Dad for about 10 minutes... Cop 2 handed me my DL etc..., and said "Nice to meet you Mr. W*****" Cop 2 shook my hand, and said "Have a nice night Arty" Art says: "Thanks alot guys, nice to meet you Mr. C******" Off I went, with 6 drunks in the truck... Funny thing that was brought to my attention when we got back to camp... As of midnight, it was Fathers day... Seems as if my Dad is still looking out for me, even from "The other side"... What were the odds of being left off the hook had we not been stopped by this particular cop ??? 'Sorta makes you wonder sometimes... |
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Only time I've ever been jacked up was by Air Force Security Police.
It was at Misawa AB Japan. I was temporary duty there from Kadena AB in Okinawa. Our F-15's were flying as the bad guys for their Operational Readiness Inspection. We were refueling our birds hot pit style with a pumping module and two 50,000 gallon fuel bladders at the end of an unused portion of the flight line. The flight lines have a red line painted around them that YOU DO NOT cross! You have to go through clearly marked ECP's (entry control points). However, for special requirements you could get permission from the SP head quarters to cross if you had some kind of radio or land line contact to the dispatch desk. Or, for cases like the one we were in, a letter of authorization to "break red" stating, who, when, where and for how long it was permissable to break red in that area. We had been there for over a week and at the end of every day we had to break down the refueling hoses and drag them off into the grass. The birds flew a little later than normal that day and we broke red 5 minutes after 6 that day, 6 was the dead line for each day. I had my watch in my pocket and didn't think to look at it after we had just drug the last hose off the flight line. There were two SP's sitting about a 100 yards down the flight line watching us the whole time. We knew they were there. After we got the last hose off the flight line, we looked out and saw a couple of check list still laying on the flight line and we walked across the line, picked up the check lists and started heading to the other side to go home. Thats when the lights came on and they came flying down the flight, slammed on the breaks and jumped out and pointed there M16's at us. I started laughing. One SP asked me if I thought this was funny. "Yeah" Wrong thing to say. We ended up kissing concrete and one of the other guys cussed them the whole time, which made things worse. Ended up some supervisor got on the radio and started chewing their ass out and they let us up and sent us own our way. Talk about a power trip! |
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I worked at Wal-Mart during high school. We had a bowling league at work and we bowled every Sunday night. One Sunday night, on the way to the bowling alley, I stopped at the store I worked at to check my schedule. This was after the store had closed (we closed at 6pm on Sundays) The guy that was riding with me to the bowling alley decided to stay in the car while I ran in to check my schedule. I jumped out of the car, ran in, checked my schedule, and ran back to the car. Little did I realize that 3 cops cars were parked at the opposite end of the parking lot and witnessed the entire episode. When we went to pull off, all 3 cop cars surrounded us, police jumped out of their cars with their pistols drawn and ordered my friend and I out of the car and face down. We got out and got face down (still not realizing what was going on) and had the handcuffs put on us. They seperated us and asked each of us what was going on and why they had stopped us. We both told them that I had stopped to check my schedule and then we were going to the bowling alley. Then the manager comes out to see what is going on and confirms our story and the cops let us go and apologized. The cops thought we had robbed the store when I ran in and ran back out to the car. That was enough run ins with the police for me!!!
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Quoted: Ok guy first let me say just to establish my bonifides I was a MP for three years, Deputy Sheriff for 26 years Patrol Sgt. for 8 years, and this is how and what I feel. When I started,we were Police, helped people and busted bad guys, then a trend started, SWAT , this was good cause it saved cops lives then,it slowly started changing , you were getting these guys who wanted to be commando,green berets, or whatever and they started treating the public like crap.Police marksman, were now snipers,civil rights were lost and its just getting worst, when I'm stopped for speeding its none of the officers business, where I've been or am going, I was speeding, and now he's fishing for a bigger bust ok. Well look somewhere else I ain't doing nothing wrong and don't want to put up with some young snot nose "I don't know anything rookie "in a small village pop 500 acting like he is LAPD and has just watched cops on television, screaming get out of the car get out of the car down on your face down on you face, cause I undid my seat belt and he saw suspicious movement. Thats why for me. View Quote So you think all police troubles have to do with the concept of SWAT getting out of control? Hmmm...I listen to all the old heads(old timer officers that have been around several decades) tell their old police stories about how they would stomp the crap out of the bad guys for next to nothing. Seems to me that there was as much, if not more, police brutality and civil rights violations back in the old days when cameras weren't around. |
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Quoted: Most cops suck, period. Just about every one I know was some church mouse in school who got picked on, and now becoming a cop is some type of revenge on their shitty little world. With all the child molesters, rapists and other scum, don't tell me you're "doing your job" for writing me at 2am for a burned-out taillight bulb, looking for the big DUI bust. Stop being a lazy f--k and get the real criminals. [puke] View Quote I've heard those exact lines by quite a few people I've arrested. |
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I was three months into my 18th birthday. I think it only fitting that I describe what I looked like back then to give you a better idea of what happened. I'm 6'3" tall, and at the time was about 270. I had long black hair with fire engine red highlights that went to about the middle of my back. I had my ear pierced, "interesting" facial hair, and a generally surly disposition. This particular night, I happened to be wearing a Dallas Cowboys jersey, a baseball cap, some cutoff Dickies overalls, and US issue jungle boots.
Anyway, we were at an impromptu small party at a friends house at around 9:30 PM on a Saturday when he realized he needed to go pick up his girlfriend. He wasn't going to let us stay, so we piled into two cars, one a mid-70's model station wagon, and a newer model japanese sedan. We drive the 10 minutes to the Taco Bell his girlfriend worked at without incident and waited for her to get off work. As we were waiting, someone mentioned that they had seen a construction area that we had passed and wanted to check it out. Everyone decides that it's a plan, and I am the only dissenting voice because I'm the only one over 18 with any sense. Anyway, on the way back we turn off into this construction site, which happens to be about 300ft or so off the road and behind a subdivision. It appears to be where the City of Houston is building a new bayou runoff area. They have built a makeshift bridge across the trench they've dug up, and someone gets the bright idea to get on top of the car and ride across it, all the while hooting and hollering. This happens a few more times as other idiots decide they want to try. All the while I'm reminding them that being 18, I go to real jail if we get arrested for tresspassing. No one gives a crap, except me. Had this not been a bad area of town, I'd have gladly hoofed it back home. So, after about 15 minutes there, we decide to head back to our friends place and get back to underage drinking, smoking, and sexual relations. As we're heading out, the guy who's house we left from is still on top of one of the cars when the lense from his glasses pops out, and he start yelling to stop so he can find it. Right about the time we all start getting out of the car to look for it we see flashing red and blue lights coming our way. The officer to respond to the call is a Harris County Sherrif Deputy with a civilian ridealong from the high school all these kids go to. He immediately jumps out of his car, draws his holstered weapon, and points it at me. At this point, the idiot beside me says "I'm running." I inform him that if he runs and get's me shot, I'm going to kill him myself and he reconsiders. Anyway, the cop procedes to pat us all down, and after finding no weapons, booze, or drugs, has us kneel on the gravel road with our hands on the scorching hot hood of the station wagon while he runs everyone's license. We all come back clean, but we're forced to kneel in this position for a good 45 minutes. About this time, a Houston Police Officer shows up and helps to inspect the cars. continued... |
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Now at this point, they notice that the steering columns on both the cars have been broken and are very interested in this. Fortunately, both drivers have keys for the vehicles as well as the fact that the cars are registered to the same addresses as the licenses of their drivers. It just so happens that both cars had been stolen in the last 6 months and recovered unharmed. Then they search the cars for drugs, booze and weapons and ask us beforehand if there is anything in the cars. We all say no, and the first thing they do is pull a huge survival knife out from under the seat of the station wagon. The driver says "Oh, I didn't think you meant that..." which causes the Deputy to go apeshit. The driver explains that it's his mom's car and she put the knife there, and the the HPD officer calms the deputy down. There is nothing else in any of the cars, but it's 11:45pm now, and the deputy seems to be holding us all so he can get the under 18 people for curfew violations, which kick in at midnight. The HPD guy figures this out and pulls the deputy to the side. I overhear him say "Look, you've just got a bunch of good kids goofing off. These cars aren't stolen, no one is drunk, high or bleeding, there's no contraband, and everyone's license comes back clean with nothing on them. Why don't we just let them go?"
The Deputy isn't having it at first, but somehow is convinced to do it. He lets us all go after yelling at us some more. The time is now 11:55pm and we have 5 minutes to get home. He says if he catches us doing anything again that night we will be ticketed for curfew violations and/or thrown in jail. After we get to the guy's house I head home and never hang out with those idiots again. I don't really blame the deputy for drawing down on me, as I was the biggest and meanest looking guy there. But it didn't change the fact that it scared the crap out of me. Remember the Alamo, and God Bless Texas... |
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The only other time involved Dallas Police Department. A friend of mine decided to throw a big party on a Friday night and then we'd head out to First Satruday, which for those of you who don't know is a big sort of garage sale held in downtown Dallas in the early hours of the first Saturday of every month.
Anyway, some friends and I drive up from Houston and party for a few hours. One of the guys who came from Austin has brought along some equipment from his mom's company to try and sell at first Saturday. He decides to give people at the party first dibs on it, so about 10 of us head to his car, where the stuff is piled in the trunk. Unknown to us, someone else in the complex was popping m80's on the other side of the complex and wasn't a part of our group. This causes the maintenance guy to call the cops and report gunshots. Anyway, we're out in the parking lot looking at the stuff in this guys trunk when two Dallas PD cars come from opposite ends of the parking lot and converge on us. Officers jump out with guns drawn and order us all with our hands on our heads. They then have us kneel down while one guy talks with the owner of the car and the other 3 officers cover us. After they talk to the guy and he tells them he's here for First Saturday, he accuses us of having a gun and shooting in the parking lot. He also claims the equipment is stolen and going to be confiscated immediately. Fortunately the guy had receipts for all of the equipment, which didn't make the DPD guy happy at all, but he acknowledged that it was indeed not stolen merchandise. They then proceed to pat all of us down and search our pockets looking for a gun. They find none and then run our licenses. Everyone is clean. We then hear something metal hit the ground and one of the officers picks up a metal pipe for smoking pot at his foot and says one of us must have thrown it. The only problem is that we all have our hands on our heads and have already been searched by these guys. After we deny it and are searched again he drops it, but puts the pipe in his pocket. They then tell us to leave the complex immediately if we don't live there or we'll be arrested. At this point we tell him no thanks and go back to partying for the rest of the night. That was my only runin with DPD, and quite honestly they were not the most pleasant cops I've ever dealt with. What's funny is that the whole time while we're on our knees being hassled by these guys, the people popping the fireworks are still doing it. Remember the Alamo, and God Bless Texas... |
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[b]I've heard those exact lines by quite a few people I've arrested.[/b] [/quote]
I rest my case, Mr. Mouse. |
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I have.
About 15 years ago some dirtbag broke into my vehicle while I was surfing, and stole my wallet which contained a driver's license and (regrettably) a Social Security card. He or some other dirtbag assumed my identity, opened several bank accounts and major credit cards, and went on a shopping spree in Central Californistan. A couple of years later as the San Diego police were ticketing me for petty infraction, they got a call that there was a felony warrant for me. At that point they got rough. I was cooperative but they threw me on the ground, stomped on my arms and legs, handcuffed me, and took me downtown to jail. I was released on OR the next morning, with numerous cuts and bruises that were completely unnecessary. It took 6 weeks for my attorney to figure out what had happened - My Evil Twin had failed to appear for a multiple felony arraignment in another city, and the judge issued a bench warrant. I eventually appeared in court and got everything including a parking ticket thrown out. I was fined $30 for the original infraction that got their attention. I can understand them taking extra precautions when someone turns out to be a felony suspect, but I was being polite and never resisted them in any way. Cops suck sometimes. |
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Quoted: All the anti-cop sentiment makes me wonder.... [b]How many of YOU have gotten bounced off a cop car trunk, taken a ride in the paddy wagon, gotten cuffed and stuffed, or otherwise detained by the police???[/b] And what was the scenario? (I know you were INNOCENT of course, so just give a brief description of the facts) Personally, I have never had any contact with the police, other than the occasional speeding ticket. Or is a speeding ticket you sole beef with the cops??? Inquiring minds want to know. View Quote First I am not anti cop just anti "stupid" cops. Everyone has got a job to do. In each job there are bad employees and good employees. With that said. 1) 7th Grade. Caught smoking in the back of a public trans bus. Clearly states no smoking. $100 fine. Busted by a plain clothes detective. 2) 7th Grade. Caught fighting in the streets. 1nite in Juvy hall. No fine. 50hrs community service. 3) 26YO. Busted for driving on a suspended lics. 2nd offense. Spent the weekend in County. Lawyer got charges dropped to driving without a valid lics. 4) 28YO. Fight in a club. Broke a guys nose. Cuffed but was released immediately after the Sherriffs deputies got the full story. 5) 28YO. Guy try to mug me at a gas station. After a scuffle, the attendant called the cops and they hauled the lil bastard with a broken nose and a sprained wrist. Asshole tried to sue me for assualt, but the Judge threw it out when he found out the circumstance. He instead went to jail for a warrant and the mugging. Plus all the numerous speeding tickets and running red lights and stop signs. All but one were dismissed in court. [:D] edited to add: I have been treated with respect with every instance that I got cuffed. I find that if you give them respect they will in turn give it back to you. You will always have your chance in court to bitch. The cop's job is not to hear you bitch and plead your case. He is there to cite you or arrest you. The courts is the place to whine and bitch. I always keep in mind that they are doing a job. Although sometimes they do it wrong. That is the time to go to court and prove they are wrong. Everytime I get a ticket, the cop mis-understood the reason for my offense. Therefor I gladly accept the ticket, and patiently wait my day in court to prove him wrong. |
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I had a McKinney, TX, cop tell me at the end of a 30minute speeding citation that if he had known when he pulled me over that I had guns in the car he would have shot me.
He was cool until I told him I had guns in the vehicle & was on my way to the gun range... I learned months later through another officer that there have been numerous complaints filed against him. |
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I would have to say most of my run-ins with the police have not been that bad. I have been stopped for speeding without ID or my insurance card, they let me go. I got stopped for having a light out and didn't have a current insurance card with me again, they let me go. The police arrived at a party I had for my brother when he returned from Saudi Arabia. A few of our underage friend were standing in the driveway drinking. I went out and talked to the guy and told him we were having a party to celebrate my brother return. He warned us to say inside.
The joys of living in a small town. |
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Interesting how many of these stories involve consumption of alcohol.
Tarfu, i'm a cop. been one since 1983. I was never involved in a fight or even threatened all through school. Even after joining the army, the only fights I got into were duty related (MP) lots of them too, never lost one. This may have something to do with the fact I was 6'2", 190 lbs in my freshman year. How do I fit into you little bullschitt insults? |
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Only once when ALCOHOL made me do something that seemd like a really good idea at the time.
Needless to say its not nice to let freinds out of the backseat of the police cruiser when they have been arrested. I got only what I deserved. Police should be allowed have the option of kicking some jerks ass as opposed to taking him to jail in their professional judgement. Jerks should get what they deserve, smart mouths need to get bashed. But then we wouln't have the multo billion dollar Cop-lawyer-court-prison industry would we. Lebrew |
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Quoted: I'm 6'3" tall, and at the time was about 270. I had long black hair with fire engine red highlights that went to about the middle of my back. I had my ear pierced, "interesting" facial hair, and a generally surly disposition. This particular night, I happened to be wearing a Dallas Cowboys jersey, a baseball cap, some cutoff Dickies overalls, and US issue jungle boots. View Quote Dude...sounds like you got hassled by the Fashion Police[;)] |
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Quoted: Quoted: Ok guy first let me say just to establish my bonifides I was a MP for three years, Deputy Sheriff for 26 years Patrol Sgt. for 8 years, and this is how and what I feel. When I started,we were Police, helped people and busted bad guys, then a trend started, SWAT , this was good cause it saved cops lives then,it slowly started changing , you were getting these guys who wanted to be commando,green berets, or whatever and they started treating the public like crap.Police marksman, were now snipers,civil rights were lost and its just getting worst, when I'm stopped for speeding its none of the officers business, where I've been or am going, I was speeding, and now he's fishing for a bigger bust ok. Well look somewhere else I ain't doing nothing wrong and don't want to put up with some young snot nose "I don't know anything rookie "in a small village pop 500 acting like he is LAPD and has just watched cops on television, screaming get out of the car get out of the car down on your face down on you face, cause I undid my seat belt and he saw suspicious movement. Thats why for me. View Quote So you think all police troubles have to do with the concept of SWAT getting out of control? Hmmm...I listen to all the old heads(old timer officers that have been around several decades) tell their old police stories about how they would stomp the crap out of the bad guys for next to nothing. Seems to me that there was as much, if not more, police brutality and civil rights violations back in the old days when cameras weren't around. View Quote |
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In 1958, I was a 12 year-old kid living in the U.K. My buddies and I had bought a real old POS motorcycle (a genuine antique today – complete with hand operated gearshift). Anyway, a cop catches me racing this thing on the road. He tells me he could charge me with about 12 offences (BS – but it had the desired effect). He takes me home and tells my parents all this – they get mad etc., I have to sell the bike. All in all, good cop, good police work.
Fast forward eight years, still in the U.K.: I have my own place now and one Friday evening a cop is at the door telling me there is a warrant out for my arrest. He doesn't have the warrant with him and cannot remember the charge. I have no idea what this is all about having no criminal history whatsoever. Believe it or not, he leaves after I promise to turn-up at the local cop shop early Monday morning! All weekend I am trying to figure this thing out. It then dawns on me that about 6 months earlier, I was fined five pounds for having no TV licence (that's how the BBC is funded – still is, I believe). This was all done by mail – no court appearance ect. Although I had bought a licence immediately, I had forgotten to pay the fine. Monday morniing I turn-up at the cop shop and announce that the international desperado "St. Cyr" has decided to give himself up for failing to pay the fine. Big joke? No, big mistake! Stripped of my posessions, belt, tie, shoelaces etc., I am locked in a cell for two hours until the door opens and I am handcuffed to a line of prisoners who have been ln lock-up over the weekend waiting for court to resume Monday. The guy I am cuffed to had stabbed his his brother-in-law to death over the weekend. We are all shuffled into a Black Moria (Paddy Wagon) and driven 5 miles to Stangeways Prison where the court is in session. My time in court was about 10 seconds: Beak: Why did you not pay the five pound fine? Me: I forgot. Beak: Now it's ten pounds, don't forget again! Me: Okay! The cops then told me I could go. I refused. I told them I was without money or proof of identity and could could be charged with vagrancy if I ventured out on the street. I told them that as far as I was concerned, I was still their responsibility. They couldn't persuade any other cop to drive me home and, because I was no longer under arrest, the insurance did not cover me for travel in the Black Moria. They told me to beat it. I told them I'd talk to the judge. Finally, they clubbed together out of their own pockets to give me cab fare home. True story! |
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You know I read a history book, where the Texas Rangers would go into a town and tell the bad guys to leave or they would come back and kill them. This was in the 1915's 1920's. that ain't so long ago, guess what when they came back the bad guys were gone.(or they shot them) Look at Bonnie and Clyde do you think the Peace Officers said get out of the car with your hands up, no they got them to stop and shot the piss out of both of them, again this was a long time ago with a different breed of person,tougher. The times they have changed.
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Quoted: Interesting how many of these stories involve consumption of alcohol. Tarfu, i'm a cop. been one since 1983. I was never involved in a fight or even threatened all through school. Even after joining the army, the only fights I got into were duty related (MP) lots of them too, never lost one. This may have something to do with the fact I was 6'2", 190 lbs in my freshman year. How do I fit into you little bullschitt insults? View Quote Johninaustin, Relax. Lose the chip. You know exactly whom I refer to, and you may well be the one cop I can respect, but I haven't run across very many of you. As I wrote in my opening statement, I did say MOST cops, that implies not ALL cops. So much for taking offense to the "bullschitt" insults. Now, I've got no beef, and I look for none here. We're all kindred spirits on the same team methinks, so if you're looking for an argument, look somewhere else for it. I ain't got one for ya-especially at your size!!![BD] |
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One time I and another officer were investigating a somewhat signifigant battery complaint. I can't remember exactly who we were talking to, victim, suspect, or witness. But he agreed to meet us at a stop-n-rob just outside our jurisdiction.
So we go there and meet him. The other officer starts the interview. I'm just hanging out in case something goes wrong, but it looks pretty smooth. So after 3-5 minutes of interview a 25 or so year old white male staggers from the stop-n-rob up to where I am. (henceforth Mr Happy) Mr Happy, starts complaining about some past contact he had with a local LEA. F'er's this, F'er's that, you are all F'er's. I tell him he should contact that dept, possibly a supervisor, during normal busines hours and file a complaint. Mr Happy, I did that F'er, you know what you fellow F'er's told me. I told him I didn't work for the dept. he was complaining about, and really had no idea who he was or what his complaint was. Mr Happy, F'er you all the F'ing same. I tell him hold on and ask him if he always speaks to people that he just met in that fashion? Mr Happy, look F'er, I can talk to you any F'ing way I want cause you are an F'ing cop, and I pay your salary. Umm no you don't, I don't work here, I'm from "over the bridge". Mr Happy, are you going to talk to me or not? No I prefer not to get involved in whatever dispute you have with your local dept. and I'm here trying to assist my partner who is doing an interview. Your loud talk seems to be distracting him, could you please move along? OLY also had to request Mr happy to stay out of OLY's personal space several times, as Mr Happy was a "close talker", 1 ft or less. Mr Happy continued complaining, OLY tried the best ignore, while moving slightly away from the other ofc. so that Mr Happy would be less likely to be overheard. Mr Happy contined with the "close talking" attempts, and complaints about something another dept. did in the past. Finally Mr Happy starts getting the point. Mr Happy then walks to the back of OLY's car..... Mr Happy, are you going to take care of my complaint? OLY, no I have nothing to do with it, and I'm done talking to you. Mr Happy takes up a position like he is about to kick something. Mr Happy, I'll bet you'l talk if I kick your car's tail lights out!!!!!!!! OLY, no I won't, except to arrest you and you will be billed for any damage, so start walking. Mr Happy, starting to count, when I get to ten if your not fixing the problem I had your car is gonna be missing some lights............. I could go on, Mr Happy finally "moved along", and my car still had all it's lights. |
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Quoted: Stripped of my possessions, belt, tie, shoelaces etc., I am locked in a cell for two hours until the door opens and I am handcuffed to a line of prisoners who have been ln lock-up over the weekend waiting for court to resume Monday. The guy I am cuffed to had stabbed his his brother-in-law to death over the weekend. We are all shuffled into a Black Moria (Paddy Wagon) and driven 5 miles to Stangeways Prison where the court is in session. View Quote All this over failure to pay a "TV License"!?! That is some crazy sh!t. Note to all board members: This is your weekly reminder to put down the remote, step away from the TV and do something productive. |
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Quoted: Mr Happy, look F'er, I can talk to you any F'ing way I want cause you are an F'ing cop, and I pay your salary. View Quote What a dick. Admirable restraint on your part. |
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Quoted: Quoted: Mr Happy, look F'er, I can talk to you any F'ing way I want cause you are an F'ing cop, and I pay your salary. View Quote What a dick. Admirable restraint on your part. View Quote I also knew I was out of my jurisdiction, and didn't want to start yelling "citizen's arrest, citizen's arrest........" On the other hand he was drunk, and had a beef with cops, if he had seemed to be picking on other people it probably would have been a very different situation. |
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Ironic you should choose "run in" to describe what you're asking for.
My senior year in HS, on the way back from the mall (no, I'm not a mall ninja, I was just surprising the gf with some earrings) I got bumped by a cop. On the highway. Doing 55, in a 55. He felt it necessary to just keep getting closer and closer to my rear bumper, until finally he bumped it. As soon as he did that, he dropped back a few yards, I hit my flashers and pulled over. He pulled over behind me, no lights, and started yelling at me when I got out to look at the back of my car for damage. Told me that when there's someone right behind me, I need to speed up or get out of the way. I told him I was doing the speed limit, I was in the right hand lane, and if he wanted past me so goddamed bad he should have gone around. I made sure to conspicuously write down his car number, badge number, and name, then pulled out my phone and called my parents to see if I needed to do anything else I wasn't thinking of (give me a break, it was the first time I'd been in anything even approaching an accident). The whole time I was on the phone, the cop was standing about two feet away from me yelling at me to "learn how to drive..yada yada" Finally, he just drove off. Because of that encounter he's now driving a desk. That summer, in a different town, I got pulled over for 42 in a 25 (no complaints about that, I was speeding). While I was sitting on the side of the road waiting for the cop to get out of his car (raining, he was just waiting for it to lighten up a little), one of my friends called my on my (amateur) radio. I answered my friend, told him that I'd just gotten stopped, and that I'd be back in a few minutes, signed off, and put the microphone down. Within seconds that cop was outside my window, yelling at me to "get the hell out of the car" and I was looking at the business end of a glock. Apparently talking to someone on a radio is suspicious behavior. He took that as an excuse to toss my car, throwing all my stuff into the ditch as he went. After making it very clear that I did not consent to the search, I sat silently in front of his car. When he found nothing (of course) he let me go with the original speeding ticket, and told me that the next time I got pulled over, that I should just sit there and do nothing until the officer talked to me. I told him to kiss my ass. Oops. That got me hauled down to the station (a whole block and a half away) where I got to talk to the department chief (small department, chief and three peons, only two on duty at any time) who apologized for the whole thing and let me go. Without the speeding ticket. Apparently they'd had problems with that officer before. So I don't care for the cops with attitudes. FOTBR |
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The officer that gave me my ticket for 100+ in a 70 (that was a fun trip from St.Louis to KC) acted very professionally. And when I got my car totaled when some 16 year old "daddy just gave me a new car to go with my license I got yesterday" girl ran into me, the officer that showed up there was also very pleasent (not so much so to the girl, who was obviously at fault -- the cop watched the whole thing happen). And when I got pulled over at 3 am because they suspected me of being drunk (I didn't drink then) because I slowed down to 20 in a 35 when the officer started to creep up behind me. He realized that I wasn't drunk, explained why he thought I might have been (drunk people often slow down to try and concentrate a line so they don't weave around), asked me what the hell I was doing out at 3am, got a laugh out of my answer of "well, I decided to go get some air" and sent me on my way.
I have no problem with officers that don't think that their badge is a "god's blessing to do whatever they want". FOTBR |
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Hi all!
Never have had a run in with police, cuz my dad was one at one time and would have nailed my carcass to a tree if I messed around... no lie. Anyhow, it is interesting to get his perspectives on police work in the late 50s and very early 60s. Out of all his jobs he ever had, it was his favorite. I think it was cause' he got to meet alot of women actually :) But anyway, he told me when he was growing up in Detroit in the 30s, if you messed around the cops took you in the alley and kicked the crap out of you. Basically that meant no record, no court, no lawyers...... and the malefactor got what he needed....... an arse kicking. And people respected the beat cops. Now if that is not the kind of justice we need now, what is? Kids doing b&e and petty larceny would have just had the crap kicked out of them and learned a lesson. Not juvie, not jail time etc. I know what bountyhunter is talking about as far as it being a different time back then with tougher people. One of the only two times my dad hit someone with his lead slapjack, it was because he was arresting a guy on drunk and disorderly charges...... and the guy went for his gun so he split his head open with the slapjack instead of killing him. Put him right in the hospital. Turned out the guy was out on parole and figured he was going back to prison and in his intoxicated state did not like the idea very much. And folks........ to show you how diff the times were back then, my dad went and saw him in jail and the guy apologized to my dad for grabbing for his gun and said you could have shot me but didnt, thankyou. Nothing makes Pop madder than to see police in Ninja outfits..... says it is a joke and that these new cops dont have the guts that the old crew had to have. Worse group of people he ever had to deal with on a constant basis were railroad guys... says they were a bunch of drunken wife abusing bums... cant mean all railroad guys but he says it was pretty consistent behavior. Just my .02 Dram |
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Quoted: Hi all! Never have had a run in with police, cuz my dad was one at one time and would have nailed my carcass to a tree if I messed around... no lie. Anyhow, it is interesting to get his perspectives on police work in the late 50s and very early 60s. Out of all his jobs he ever had, it was his favorite. I think it was cause' he got to meet alot of women actually :) But anyway, he told me when he was growing up in Detroit in the 30s, if you messed around the cops took you in the alley and kicked the crap out of you. Basically that meant no record, no court, no lawyers...... and the malefactor got what he needed....... an arse kicking. And people respected the beat cops. Now if that is not the kind of justice we need now, what is? Kids doing b&e and petty larceny would have just had the crap kicked out of them and learned a lesson. Not juvie, not jail time etc. I know what bountyhunter is talking about as far as it being a different time back then with tougher people. One of the only two times my dad hit someone with his lead slapjack, it was because he was arresting a guy on drunk and disorderly charges...... and the guy went for his gun so he split his head open with the slapjack instead of killing him. Put him right in the hospital. Turned out the guy was out on parole and figured he was going back to prison and in his intoxicated state did not like the idea very much. And folks........ to show you how diff the times were back then, my dad went and saw him in jail and the guy apologized to my dad for grabbing for his gun and said you could have shot me but didnt, thankyou. Nothing makes Pop madder than to see police in Ninja outfits..... says it is a joke and that these new cops dont have the guts that the old crew had to have. Worse group of people he ever had to deal with on a constant basis were railroad guys... says they were a bunch of drunken wife abusing bums... cant mean all railroad guys but he says it was pretty consistent behavior. Just my .02 Dram View Quote |
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My first post to this site, so I'll make it a good one.
I live in Melbourne, Australia. I used to practice a type of Japanese swordfighting (yes, swordfighting) called Iaido. I practiced this with a blunt aluminium alloy replica katana, and I stored it in a bag that looks a lot like a rifle bag. I've never owned a car, I ride a motorbike. It's illegal in the state where I live to carry a firearm on a motorbike. I'd ride my motorbike to Iaido practice with my sword in it's bag slung across my back (can you see where this is going?). Inevitably, I was pulled over several times by officers who weren't exactly happy about what they were seeing, but once they saw that I wasn't carrying a rifle, that the sword was blunt, and that I had my training uniform and books in a bag strapped to the back of the bike, I was allowed to go on my way. Eventually the local cops learned to recognise me on my bike with my sword and stopped pulling me over. I even had a brief conversation with a cop in the street while I was walking to a nearby store. He was in a car and pulled over to ask me if I was "that guy who carries a sword on a motorbike". I haven't done that for a few years now, but these days I don't think they'd be as casual about it as they were in the past. I was never pulled over while carrying my archery equipment on the bike though. :D |
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Quoted: My first post to this site, so I'll make it a good one. I live in Melbourne, Australia. I used to practice a type of Japanese swordfighting (yes, swordfighting) called Iaido. I practiced this with a blunt aluminium alloy replica katana, and I stored it in a bag that looks a lot like a rifle bag. I've never owned a car, I ride a motorbike. It's illegal in the state where I live to carry a firearm on a motorbike. I'd ride my motorbike to Iaido practice with my sword in it's bag slung across my back (can you see where this is going?). Inevitably, I was pulled over several times by officers who weren't exactly happy about what they were seeing, but once they saw that I wasn't carrying a rifle, that the sword was blunt, and that I had my training uniform and books in a bag strapped to the back of the bike, I was allowed to go on my way. Eventually the local cops learned to recognise me on my bike with my sword and stopped pulling me over. I even had a brief conversation with a cop in the street while I was walking to a nearby store. He was in a car and pulled over to ask me if I was "that guy who carries a sword on a motorbike". I haven't done that for a few years now, but these days I don't think they'd be as casual about it as they were in the past. I was never pulled over while carrying my archery equipment on the bike though. :D View Quote |
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Quoted: Quoted: My first post to this site, so I'll make it a good one. I live in Melbourne, Australia. I used to practice a type of Japanese swordfighting (yes, swordfighting) called Iaido. I practiced this with a blunt aluminium alloy replica katana, and I stored it in a bag that looks a lot like a rifle bag. I've never owned a car, I ride a motorbike. It's illegal in the state where I live to carry a firearm on a motorbike. I'd ride my motorbike to Iaido practice with my sword in it's bag slung across my back (can you see where this is going?). Inevitably, I was pulled over several times by officers who weren't exactly happy about what they were seeing, but once they saw that I wasn't carrying a rifle, that the sword was blunt, and that I had my training uniform and books in a bag strapped to the back of the bike, I was allowed to go on my way. Eventually the local cops learned to recognise me on my bike with my sword and stopped pulling me over. I even had a brief conversation with a cop in the street while I was walking to a nearby store. He was in a car and pulled over to ask me if I was "that guy who carries a sword on a motorbike". I haven't done that for a few years now, but these days I don't think they'd be as casual about it as they were in the past. I was never pulled over while carrying my archery equipment on the bike though. :D View Quote View Quote Was wondering when you'd chime in![:D] |
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