Good Cop, Bad Cop

coalstoves wrote:

ktm rider wrote:Greg,

I think If I were you I wouldn't let this go quitely. I would do a few things. First I would request a meeting with the mayor and /or County Commissioners and the Chief of Police. I once had a beef with the local clown cop and that is how it was resolved.

Yeah but sometimes old saying Like

Ya Can't Fight City Hall

are based in fact learned thru aggravation and frustration

Well, then you go to plan B and raise the hunting membership dues

I have since sold that rental house, and used the money from that place to buy this farm...
I did apply a lot of leverage... but the township police who made 'the bust' are not the same 'cop shop' that the county deputies [who rent my hunting land] .

So I'm over it, The township cops got written up in the local papers, and badmouthed... but I had to fix the house myself..

That house now is just a hole in the ground, the land is becoming a hotel or shopping mall...

Greg L

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About cops and drinking establisments:

Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a
local neighborhood bar. Late in the evening the officer
noticed a man leaving the bar so intoxicated that he could
barely walk. The man stumbled around the parking lot
for a few minutes with the officer quietly observing.
After what seemed an eternity and trying his keys on
five different vehicles, the man managed to find his own
car which he fell into. He was there for a few minutes
as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove
off.
Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on
and off (it was a dry night), flicked the hazard
flasher on and off, tooted the horn and then switched
on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few
inches, reversed a little and then remained stationary
for a few more minutes as more patrons left in their
vehicles.
At last he pulled out of the parking lot and started
to drive slowly down the street. The police officer,
having patiently waited all this time, now started up
his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly
pulled the man over and carried out a breathalyzer
test. To his amazement the breathalyzer indicated no
evidence of man having consumed alcohol at all!
Dumbfounded, the officer said, "I'll have to ask you
to accompany me to the Police station.... this
breathalyzer equipment must be broken. "I doubt it,"
said the man, "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."

greg, I would agree, there are many times when the cops get wildly over-excited about something, I've seen it on many occasions. I absolutely cannot stand, however, drug dealers, users, growers etc. regardless of whether it's "just pot" or something harder; so anything that applies pressure toward those types I am less sympathetic toward, and thus less sympethetic toward any collateral damage toward dealing with those people.

Hi Steve, I do agree with most of your feelings about drugs and that whole culture... but these renters just drove beat up cars. didn't dress in three-piece suits and could have stood to get a hair cut more often... Nothing to turn down their two month deposit and monthly rental payments over.

But I think you would feel just a tiny little bit more sympathetic if you had this happen to your rental house.

But anyway, like I said, I'm over it, the house is history, it is just a hole in the ground now.

I just have even less respect for the police than I had before... Like the speed traps I go through at 0600 on the way to the early flight to JFK . What the hell is a cop doing setting up a speed trap at 6AM?? Go eat some donuts and drink coffee... Like most cops...

My local town, a town of maybe 4000, just spent a bundle upgrading the police cruisers.. bought 8 new vehicles at something like 60K each, the old vehciles are still around.. What the hell does a town of 4000 need 8 police vehicles for??? I'll tell ya.. for more radar traps... to piss of the citizens even more.

That cardboard box on the beach in the Keys is looking better and better...

Greg.

wealthy residents deserve more protection, that's why you have more cops. We have state police here in the boonies, which means no cops unless someone calls.

I used to drive a flatbed truck on state police rotation. One night I get the call a car is on the roof on I84, came across the median and is perpendicular to the highway sticking into the left lane and of course it's snowing like heck, visibility is like zero. So I pull up and the cop is nervous, maybe he saw the corpse who knows, but he's not happy. He's got the lights on and a few hundred feet of flares going so I says " close the lane back 1/2 mile and I'll get this out in about 45 minutes tops." NO GET THIS THING OUT OF THE ROAD NOW. was his response. "what do you want me to do, haul it sideways on the truck?" JUST F(CKIN DO IT I DONT WANT TO DIE HERE NEITHER DO YOU ok bud. Anyone that has a brain knows that cars are not safe sideways on a truck, less so sideways setting on the icy roof. EVEN less safe on my truck (shh he didn't know that). So 2+ hours later with cars skidding by 3 feet away I lost some respect for the state police, when I filed a compliant and recommended that officers should listen to the experts and consider what they have to say in certain situations I ended up losing all respect for them, the stateys I dealt with were like super ego driven over-steroided football jocks. The car kept getting jammed on the corner of the body because it was upside down and sideways, to get the car back off to try again is no easy feat, it just doesn't roll off easy when it's crumpled. To make matters worse it was an impound because of a fatality so no storage fee, just the crappy $40 service call.

No "tow chain" on board? Hi-tech isn't always best It would have skidded upside down on snow, like a dandy.

When you roll around to getting after firemen, let me know. I've got a few.

(Amherst NY) My grand parents lived in this apartment building in a country type setting. Well as they got to thier 80's my grandfather who had a hard time walking would yell from the bedroom to my grandmother in the dining room. For this they were evicted. When I went there to move them out I found that my grandfather had fallen while trying to get out of bed and hurt himself. I called 911 for the rescue squad and they told me I had to call the police first and they would have to call the rescue squad (they explained it was because it was not really an emergency!!??) SOOO the police come there and see my grandfather injured and start questioning my grandmother as if she might have done it. My grandmother who was in her 80s goes about 100 lbs and on some meds starts to get angry because they are questioning her and not doing anything about my grandfather. I am trying to handle the whole situation the best I can but I must tell you the one cop just keeps making it worse by yelling at my grandmother to relax and answer the questions. My grandmother by this time is throwing some real zingers about his weight and his stupidity. Next thing I know is my grandmother stands up and reaches for her coffee cup and the cop jumps across the room and tackles her . YES tackles her. I start yelling at him WHAT THE F*** are you doing and I am trying to get him off her. The other cop is standing way back (I believe he too is amazed at what is happening). anyway the rescue squad was called for both of them. My grandmother was not hurt but they took her in for mental eval. and the cop that tackled her was going to go to the hospital to finish questioning her. Finally the Chief of police in that town showed up. The cops had a group meeting in the parking lot and with in minutes were gone.Never seen one of them again. I can tell you this. If the other cop was not there I probably would have kicked the M f*** teeth out of his head when he jumped on my grandmother.

Give a gun and a badge to an ass hole, and he just becomes an even bigger ass hole !! A DANGEROUS ass hole !!

Greg L

I'd of knocked his teeth out of his mouth anyway. Then after I got out of jail I'd go do it again.

Top this for a speeding ticket

Two California Highway Patrol Officers were conducting speeding
enforcement on I-15, just north of the Marine Corps Air Station at
Miramar . One of the officers was using a hand held radar device to
check speeding vehicles approaching the crest of a hill.

The officers were suddenly surprised when the radar gun began reading
300 miles per hour. The officer attempted to reset the radar gun, but it
would not reset and then turned off.

Just then a deafening roar over the treetops revealed that the radar had
in fact locked on to a USMC F/A-18 Hornet which was engaged in a low
flying exercise near the location.

Back at the CHP Headquarters the Patrol Captain fired off a complaint to
the USMC Base Commander The reply came back in true USMC style:

Thank you for your letter. We can now complete the file on this
incident.

You may be interested to know that the tactical computer in the Hornet
had detected the presence of, and subsequently locked on to, your
hostile radar equipment and automatically sent a jamming signal back to
it, which is why it shut down.

Furthermore, an Air-to-Ground missile aboard the fully armed aircraft
had also automatically locked on to your equipment location.

Fortunately, the Marine Pilot flying the Hornet recognized the situation
for what it was, quickly responded to the missile system alert status
and was able to override the automated defense system before the missile
was launched to destroy the hostile radar position.

The pilot also suggests you cover your mouths when cussing at them,
since the video systems on these jets are very high tech. Sergeant
Johnson, the officer holding the radar gun, should get his dentist to
check his left rear molar . It appears the filling is loose.
Also, the snap is broken on his holster.

Thank you for your concern. Semper Fi.

Sounds like a made up story to me. Too many things just can't be. For example, most speed enforcement radar guns can't display 300 mph. Why because the first leading digit can only be a "0" or "1". No normal need for speed display over 199. Makes the display and the rest of the electronics cheaper to build.

funny fiction

daveuz wrote:(Amherst NY) My grand parents lived in this apartment building in a country type setting. Well as they got to thier 80's my grandfather who had a hard time walking would yell from the bedroom to my grandmother in the dining room. For this they were evicted. When I went there to move them out I found that my grandfather had fallen while trying to get out of bed and hurt himself. I called 911 for the rescue squad and they told me I had to call the police first and they would have to call the rescue squad (they explained it was because it was not really an emergency!!??) SOOO the police come there and see my grandfather injured and start questioning my grandmother as if she might have done it. My grandmother who was in her 80s goes about 100 lbs and on some meds starts to get angry because they are questioning her and not doing anything about my grandfather. I am trying to handle the whole situation the best I can but I must tell you the one cop just keeps making it worse by yelling at my grandmother to relax and answer the questions. My grandmother by this time is throwing some real zingers about his weight and his stupidity. Next thing I know is my grandmother stands up and reaches for her coffee cup and the cop jumps across the room and tackles her . YES tackles her. I start yelling at him WHAT THE F*** are you doing and I am trying to get him off her. The other cop is standing way back (I believe he too is amazed at what is happening). anyway the rescue squad was called for both of them. My grandmother was not hurt but they took her in for mental eval. and the cop that tackled her was going to go to the hospital to finish questioning her. Finally the Chief of police in that town showed up. The cops had a group meeting in the parking lot and with in minutes were gone.Never seen one of them again. I can tell you this. If the other cop was not there I probably would have kicked the M f*** teeth out of his head when he jumped on my grandmother.

Western New York is an interesting place. A number of years ago I spent an entire morning at the Tonawanda court house, which is next door to Amherst, trying to resolve some traffic tickets. It all ended up with me going before the judge or magistrate, not sure of the title, got read my rights and released on my own recognizance. A few hundred dollars and a lawyer got the mess straitened out a few weeks later. Moral; stay out of New York