lokie
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Is it the "system" or is it society that has gone mad?
Police Cooperation
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RetiredToker76
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So about 14 years ago I was network engineer for a company that contracted with the state, I spent most my time driving to and from state and county offices repairing just about everything that had a microchip.
One day I get a call for a site that was over 3 hours away and they were completely down, couldn't run a criminal record, print a drivers license, or even print a damned receipt. I tried to ping their router and got no returns, had them reboot the router and then the server and still couldn't get through the network. So I had to hit the road. I had to knock out 2 other service calls on my way so it was already going to be pushing 4pm when I arrived, not counting the time it would take to get the office operational.
This office was WAY the fuck out in the sticks in one of the most deep south, redneck parts of the state. I was hauling ass in my work van. Now I was absolutely no stranger to getting pulled over, I always hauled ass and 99% of the time if they lit me up I got away with a warning because half the damned cops in the state were banging the state and county office girls on the side. A few had married them.
The cop who lit me up wasn't just a cop he was the actual elected Sheriff. My van always ran low on its shocks, I had 4 servers, 8 printers, 12 workstations and about 4 dozen pieces of smaller equipment that at the end of the day made it look like I was moving some serious weight. Couple that with the fact that the company tinted all the windows in the van and it really looked like I was trafficking. At the time I didn't smoke, hell I didn't even drink because any DUI, even while off the clock would have ended my job.
Anyway the sheriff nabbed me doing 89 in a 60 and came to the window pissed and ready to throw down, hand gripping his gun, and his weapon was unsnapped too. He was 100% confident he was getting on the nightly news for a major bust. I recognized him immediately, not just from the fact his face was posted in every office in the county, but also on the manger's desk of the office I was on my way to fix, his wife's desk.
He asked me in his southern draw, "Whar the hell you headed to so fast, son?" I looked at him with out missing a beat, "On my way to service your wife's..."
Before I realized what I'd just said, he had me yanked out the work van, put me in cuffs, and kicked me in the back of my knees into kneeling on the side of the road as he, and eventually two deputies were tossing my entire van. It took them almost 45 minutes to get everything out and I was getting questions left and right as to why I had blank drivers license cards, state equipment, county equipment, drivers license printers, security keys that would basically either allow me to run one hell of a counterfeit business, or be an IT repair lackey. He even doubted the authenticity of my drivers license and my state ID that permitted me access to every major state office there was at the time. The best part, he couldn't run my license or information because... his link to the network was down.
Once I finally got the asshat to believe that I was literally on the way to service his wife's computers, his deputies had thrown my equipment back in the van in the most disorganized way and he gave me an escort to the office. He pushed me in the door and looked at his wife, "you know this puke?" She looked at him and starts screaming at him for delaying me and making it so she would be getting off work extra late. Then proceeded to scream at him that he had better not bitch about not getting dinner because he held up "her personal service technician."
He continued to be a complete ass to me, but let me off with a warning and told me to change my language. I just looked at him and said, "You might want to let me finish the fucking sentence before yanking me out of my vehicle and you might have gotten some from your wife this week. Hope you enjoy Rosey and her five sisters for a while. Sucks to be you."
I'm really glad I got the fuck out of that position, but damn it left me some stories about dealing with the local piggies from every southern backwater county. That one is my favorite, because I was about to say "computer network" when he yanked me out of the van.
One day I get a call for a site that was over 3 hours away and they were completely down, couldn't run a criminal record, print a drivers license, or even print a damned receipt. I tried to ping their router and got no returns, had them reboot the router and then the server and still couldn't get through the network. So I had to hit the road. I had to knock out 2 other service calls on my way so it was already going to be pushing 4pm when I arrived, not counting the time it would take to get the office operational.
This office was WAY the fuck out in the sticks in one of the most deep south, redneck parts of the state. I was hauling ass in my work van. Now I was absolutely no stranger to getting pulled over, I always hauled ass and 99% of the time if they lit me up I got away with a warning because half the damned cops in the state were banging the state and county office girls on the side. A few had married them.
The cop who lit me up wasn't just a cop he was the actual elected Sheriff. My van always ran low on its shocks, I had 4 servers, 8 printers, 12 workstations and about 4 dozen pieces of smaller equipment that at the end of the day made it look like I was moving some serious weight. Couple that with the fact that the company tinted all the windows in the van and it really looked like I was trafficking. At the time I didn't smoke, hell I didn't even drink because any DUI, even while off the clock would have ended my job.
Anyway the sheriff nabbed me doing 89 in a 60 and came to the window pissed and ready to throw down, hand gripping his gun, and his weapon was unsnapped too. He was 100% confident he was getting on the nightly news for a major bust. I recognized him immediately, not just from the fact his face was posted in every office in the county, but also on the manger's desk of the office I was on my way to fix, his wife's desk.
He asked me in his southern draw, "Whar the hell you headed to so fast, son?" I looked at him with out missing a beat, "On my way to service your wife's..."
Before I realized what I'd just said, he had me yanked out the work van, put me in cuffs, and kicked me in the back of my knees into kneeling on the side of the road as he, and eventually two deputies were tossing my entire van. It took them almost 45 minutes to get everything out and I was getting questions left and right as to why I had blank drivers license cards, state equipment, county equipment, drivers license printers, security keys that would basically either allow me to run one hell of a counterfeit business, or be an IT repair lackey. He even doubted the authenticity of my drivers license and my state ID that permitted me access to every major state office there was at the time. The best part, he couldn't run my license or information because... his link to the network was down.
Once I finally got the asshat to believe that I was literally on the way to service his wife's computers, his deputies had thrown my equipment back in the van in the most disorganized way and he gave me an escort to the office. He pushed me in the door and looked at his wife, "you know this puke?" She looked at him and starts screaming at him for delaying me and making it so she would be getting off work extra late. Then proceeded to scream at him that he had better not bitch about not getting dinner because he held up "her personal service technician."
He continued to be a complete ass to me, but let me off with a warning and told me to change my language. I just looked at him and said, "You might want to let me finish the fucking sentence before yanking me out of my vehicle and you might have gotten some from your wife this week. Hope you enjoy Rosey and her five sisters for a while. Sucks to be you."
I'm really glad I got the fuck out of that position, but damn it left me some stories about dealing with the local piggies from every southern backwater county. That one is my favorite, because I was about to say "computer network" when he yanked me out of the van.
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PioneerValleyOG
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I have been arrested, <ahem> once or twice, I know you're all shocked.
Dealt with seriously incompetent, extremely professional, felony stop, beaten to bloody pulp, yet have mellowed intensely in my old age.
Basic facts are, if you're not really doing much, it's all about the politeness.
If you're being grimy, you're gonna get the hammer.
That's the thing thats held over your head just waiting for you to fuck up.
So no fucking up.
Dealt with seriously incompetent, extremely professional, felony stop, beaten to bloody pulp, yet have mellowed intensely in my old age.
Basic facts are, if you're not really doing much, it's all about the politeness.
If you're being grimy, you're gonna get the hammer.
That's the thing thats held over your head just waiting for you to fuck up.
So no fucking up.
Kerowacked
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Got searched by a NYS trooper in ‘72, missed a fresh oz in my pocket! Just looked up to blow out a twin match roach snort and there he is, standing in front of the car. We get out with a plume of smoke and i stuffed the oz in the handwarmer pocket on my air force parka. Kept my elbow down during the obligatory patdown and he missed the pocket. Immediately went to the nearest bar for a double shot of Galaxy.
doublejj
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EXCLUSIVE: NorCal sheriff orders raid on Indiana Batmobile garage, allegedly as favor for friend
Your public money paid for the trip last week by the sheriff's investigators - four round-trip plane tickets, three nights of hotels, meals, rental cars, and a lot of overtime.
abc7news.com
Your public money paid for the trip last week by the sheriff's investigators - four round-trip plane tickets, three nights of hotels, meals, rental cars, and a lot of overtime.
EXCLUSIVE: NorCal sheriff orders raid on Indiana Batmobile garage, allegedly as favor for friend
Holy political favors, Batman! That's the allegation against San Mateo County Sheriff Carlos Bolanos for sending a four-man team across the country last week, to raid the garage that builds Batmobiles.
lokie
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Even when trying to de-escalate tension on the scene, sometimes, opposition comes from behind.
Some LEO try to be human. Others are not humain.
One case in point:
A Florida police sergeant who was seen in body camera video grabbing another officer by her throat last year was charged with battery and assault on a law enforcement officer, officials said Thursday.
Florida police sergeant seen grabbing officer by the throat is charged with battery and assault
Sgt. Christopher Pullease was accused of "intentionally touching or striking" another officer during an incident last year.
I see you've met my eldest.
I follow the rules pretty closely today because I'm terrified CHP would nail me and call my daughter. Because there's no fucking way I wouldn't say I'm commander so and so's mom. She would then tell them to shoot me but I digress.
So back in 1974 minutes after I get my pilot's license I'm driving home from SNA (my home airport). I'm not paying close attention and I'm straddling the line like I'm taxiing (because I'm not paying attention). So I get lit up and I pull over and I'm suddenly HOLY SHIT DO I HAVE POT HERE? The answer was always yes.
Anyway Buford T Justice saunters over (yes this was before that but I swear that's where they got the character) with sunglasses and smokey hat and looks at me and says, "Young lady where is your license to fly?"
I'm shocked and very pleased that he knew I had just received my pilot's license so I pulled it out and gave it to him. He looked exactly like a guy who was expecting steak and just been handed a live fish. HE TOOK HIS RAYBAN's OFF! I thought Oh shit I'm getting arrested again!! (yeah there was that time I was 13 and got hooked up for prostitution but I'll discuss that later, maybe).
Suddenly the fake southern accent disappeared and he politely asked me for my license and registration (back then we didn't have to be insured because all our beaters were worth about 10 bucks). He kept comparing my pilot's license to my driver's license. He asked, "Are you really a pilot you look like you're 12?" I assured him he could trust the FAA even if I was a bit dodgy. (I left the I was a bit dodgy out of it).
He said, "Keep it below 80 and stop straddling lanes" and let me go!!
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lokie
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neosapien
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I think you need to write an autobiography. I would read it. Might skip to the prossie part though
PioneerValleyOG
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Facts.