drug boy charley

oh the havoc these crime syndicate frootloops create pretending it's their concern what other people smoke, shoot, snort, whatever. minding my goddamned business at a paid WiFi hotspot early this morning, a drug bust attempt — complete with at least 6 cop cars staffed by delusional control freaks — descended upon the previously peaceful parking lot and some poor sap parked one row over. wasn't good enough that when i left the parking lot i checked in with one of the cops on my way out; these incompetent fucks decided it was better to let me get down the road a bit so they could light/siren me and run the usual roadside scam (i.e., driver "license" required by force if in a moving vehicle, even if the stop wasn't traffic related).

the reaction i get regularly from these bozos is solid evidence of what compliant children they normally interact with. they're mystified by moral logical resistance. don't even feel like getting into it right now, but here's the kicker: according to the watch commander and the primary drug bust guy when i went to the police station to complain and question their supposed legal position (based on their incompetence — shocker), the guy who pulled me over was the same guy i checked in with when leaving the parking lot (couldn't see inside his darkened car when i was talking to him from my car, with my interior light on as a "courtesy"). almost unbelievable hack stupidity from these official goons. over what? two teenaged wanks apparently wanted to score some weed. who gives a flying fuck? the irrelevancy troops! an aging bald geek fuck was in the same parking lot as the presumed weed seller, dammit!

moronic.

powerfully enlightening to hear the uniformed criminals reply when their real position as criminal syndicalists is highlighted. they are aghast. they are falsely bemused — incredulous. and barely a one of them knows/follows the "law" he swore to uphold. he knows he gave orders that are not being "obeyed" (yes they really use that word).

BTW, at least two of the three "suspects" at the scene allegedly consented to be searched. the guy in the vehicle consented to have that searched along with himself. never give consent to be searched by the crime gang. in nearly every case you lose nothing in the refusal. they can yap their bullshit; you protect yourself. "cooperate" with the neanderthal fucks and they'll soon want to know why your grandmother favored chocolate cakes when baking, which apparently carried over to your obvious penchant for pot brownies. you do like pot brownies. if you didn't, why would you have a toothbrush on your front seat?

bleh. fuck you, evil pigs. evil pigs who threatened to break my window and drag me out of the car (that must be a thrill) if i didn't do the "ID" submission dance. why ID? good question, and it's one that i asked. according to the mumbling goombah pig's illogic, my ID would tell them why i was in the parking lot of the paid WiFi hotspot. he wasn't happy hearing me note the painful obvious — that my ID contained no such information, and that his hamfisted insistence was obviously nothing but an obedience/domination/fishing exercise.

interesting exchange back at the station, when i asserted that my safety was way more at risk than those of the uniformed goons. the primary incident "officer" launched a stepped rebuttal about how i never read in the paper of them shooting people willy nilly, but cops are regularly shot during traffic stops. the momentum decreased when i noted by name (in the form "i know you killed [_______ _______]") a defenseless peaceful man his department murdered with impunity.

reply: "i didn't kill him." (then the admonition that i shouldn't believe anything i read in the newspaper — the source he'd just referred to as evidence that cops are more at risk than their victims.)

last week when a watch commander elsewhere told me of the marked danger of their "job", i asked if he knew where cops regularly placed in the BLS top ten highest-fatality-rate american occupations. when i supplied the answer ("absent"), he implied that i was full of it. those pesky crime syndicate stats; they don't even help the syndicalists where it counts.

i'll probably write more on this subject generally, but here's something highly disturbing i've noticed from my many cop stops in the last few years, and it's what i confronted these cops at the station with tonight: the modern cop definition of suspicion — of criminal activity — is what he doesn't know. have lost count of the times i've sat in my car listening to all the woes that will befall the world because i refuse the "papers please" dance of bullshit. why?

he doesn't know if i'm a terrorist.
he doesn't know if i'm a burglar.
he doesn't know if i'm a stalker.
he doesn't know if i'm a serial murderer.

some can keep at that for about 7 items. things he does not know! that's what these decrepit assholes now consider RAS (reasonable articulable suspicion). without my ID they don't know if i'm "wanted". without my ID they don't know all sorts of shit, jack. and that is fucking "suspicious".

when it's pointed out to these poser fools that what they've described is merely the rough definition of any stranger, as applicable to most everybody driving by as to me, there's a quick pause, then...

"right. i don't know. that's my point."

he's won. you cannot argue successfully when the audience is 100% gun-toting dullard/brigand.

congratulations, inarticulate assholes and breakers of the edicts you swear upon. you've won. now go plunk down a ten-spot on that football pool, piggy, just before you go out and arrest someone for "illegal" gambling. why? because you're just doing your job, and that's all you're doing. oh, and give your goddamned sleazebag yenta cunt wife one of those velvet-lined leather wallets with the wife badge in it for when she gets pulled over. "law"!

the law.

Labels: coercionists, dishonor, monopolistic incompetence, undercolor molesters

posted by saltypig @ 06:36