i visit a ‘DUI checkpoint’
party time for 20+ uniformed lawbreakers on a saturday night! i arrived the way all people should arrive at a mobile police state obedience training center — on foot. please enjoy these brief audio selections of some notable contacts with the ruling class over the several hours of my visit. note that in no case immediately after receiving confirmation that i was “free to go” did i leave the checkpoint. this checkpoint was on the east coast, in a state where only one-party consent is “required” for recording of conversations. thug names have been bleeped out.
reference time, 00:00:00, i check in with the head goon: DUI01Checkin.mp3 (380 KB)
i was cleared surprisingly close to the two lanes of multiple stops, and could hear much of what the cops said (no recording at that faintness), though little of the drivers (i was on the right side of the highway). this checkpoint was a “rape ‘em in waves” assault, where every vehicle was stopped, the driver lit up and interrogated (papers please, naturally), and the deadlock interrupted only every hour or so to wave through a large block and get the congestion and delay back to an only heartburn-inducing level. over the course of about an hour i timed three vehicles from congestion start through checkpoint departure. they were, in order (as traffic thinned naturally and via one mass wave-through clearing): 23:50, 17:19, and 12:40. bear in mind that those aren’t chance long times from me cherry picking; all vehicles near the target suffered similar waits.
00:06:26, a porked out professional thug walks up and we have a “discussion” of constitutional law and the role of the supreme court. enjoy:
DUI02WhoCares.mp3 (776 KB)
00:41:45, while standing in the same place without moving, i was approached by another traitor, this time leading to classic “papers please” intimidation. the usual modern cop has been trained to presume, through countless stops where little intelligent resistance is offered, that you are his property and you leave or stay at his pleasure. they all know otherwise but operate in the world of what they can get away with. it’s your job to put a glass wall in front of their faces so they can smash into it. reliably.
here i am, having already checked in with the site supervisor, and standing well within the bounds he prescribed for me, doing nothing remotely resembling illegality or even a distraction. i was not gesturing, making faces, nor pretending to pack a weapon… nothing. listen to him change his tune based solely on my reception of his busynosed attempt to treat me as a mouse he could bat about with his clawed foot. he finishes with the oft-attempted squirrelly non-answer/walkaway to the question “am i free to go?” (that all-important question cops loathe; use it early, and as often as necessary):
DUI03DetentionWhim.mp3 (329 KB)
at 00:43:34 i stop waiting for his return and walk up to address the sergeant directly (the same sergeant that officer dullard referred to as “lieutenant” before walking away from me and refusing to answer my question re grounds for detention), primarily to complain, but also to clarify the brazenly illegal state of quasi-detention into which officer dullard had placed me. don’t forget when you listen to this that there are cops all over. on one side of me were six cop cars, two of them inhabited, and on the other two rows of cops, totaling approximately 17. the good news? plenty of witnesses, some of which were properly pissed off at the undercolor molesters. in any case, engaging cops properly (i.e., not kissing ass) while on foot is nearly always dicey, though there are some advantages, especially compared to being stopped while driving:
DUI04RefuseComplaint.mp3 (317 KB)
i could see the molesters were getting to a point where they could easily manufacture a situation, so i went back to where i’d been standing when officer dullard approached, and continued to monitor. if i think it’s worth it, i’ll pursue a complaint at the station with cameras all over the place. no other cop approached me, though when i walked to the beginning of the traffic delay i stopped en route to check in with a cop in his car and ask him if he was okay with me walking up and down that sidewalk (this was far away from the rows of rapists). he also wanted to know why i was observing the checkpoint, and i refused to answer. had a few interactions with people bypassing the checkpoint — surprisingly easy to do, and a sign of the intimidating aspect of these travesties that few chose that option, even with many minutes of opportunity before committing to the no-way-out stretch, after watching plenty of others do it without consequence beyond the longer drive (still much shorter time than waiting). it’s not often considered, but there were on-duty cabs caught up in this mess, with 18-wheelers and all manner of other working vehicles that rely on meeting schedules.
DUI checkpoints are denials of liberty, and these goons are out there laughing and chatting it up with each other, pawing people and vehicles that don’t belong to them; most cops basically shoved their heads into the vehicle while leaning over the door, shining lights wherever they pleased, assuming a coercive cousin of that grotesque type of restaurant waiter who presumes you’re newly rejoined at the hip after an accidental separation. the disrespect shown nearly every driver by these crime syndicate enforcers sickened me. perhaps more sickening, however, was the loud congeniality some of the victims showed, which appeared often to not be feigned. there were more than a few who seemed to enjoy having their time and liberty swept away on the whim of the state. greater good, comrade. we must all give way for the big picture.
mobile police state obedience training centers work.