[–] pm_me_firearms 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Dude was robbing our house. We called the police. Took them 2 hours to drive 5 miles. If they managed 30 minutes, then they could've caught him. Now we just keep a shotgun by the door.
[–] JH1010 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago (edited ago)
As I live in the UK and don't live in South Yorkshire, I have never had a bad interaction with my police and they tend to be nice people. I don't see many of them 'on the beat' though, that's a job that has mainly been passed over to community support officers.
[–] angryCOMMguy 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
Parked in the two handicap spots at the VA clinic, lazy dicks.
[–] cointelpro 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
Years ago when the arresting officer lied in his report. Despite the fact that my testimony and the supporting officers testimony disagreed with that liars claim I was still convicted. I chalk it up to bad lawyers and good liars.
Fuck the police.
[–] Orthum 1 point 1 point 2 points (+2|-1) ago
Judges are giant cocks too. Mega dicks. Where are cops tend to have Aggresive dicks, Judges tend to be Giant ruin your life dicks. "Whats that your ex-wife wants to have a psych eval done on you for custody of your child? And she's even trying to recommend any of about 10 different psychologists from your insurance company, FUCK NO, FUCK THAT SHIT, NONE OF THOSE FUCKS GIVE ME A KICKBACK! YOU HAVE 3 FUCKING DAYS TO GO SEE THIS FUCKER NOW OR YOU'LL HAVE NO CHANCE OF SEEING YOUR DAUGHTER AGAIN EVER!" was basically what I got. FUCKER. 1200$ fucking bill that would have been covered.
[–] 2716057 0 points 3 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago
I had one when I was a teenager. Where I used to live, there is a law that teenage drivers, under 18, can't drive alone without a parent after midnight (or something like that). It was new when I got my license, but I knew about it.
So, one night, I was at a friend's house and I saw it was getting close to midnight, so I left. Being a new driver, I got lost on my way home, and had no idea where I was. On my way back I noticed a police cruiser behind me, so I voluntarily pulled over to ask him for directions.
No, I'll take a second to admit that I was in the wrong, and that I was breaking the new law, but I tried my best to stay as legal as possible.
So, when I pulled over, so did he. Protocol says he has to call for backup for all stops after a certain time, so a second interceptor arrived after a couple of minutes. We all talked and I explained the situation.
They threatened me, and unless I let them search my car, I'd be "in trouble." Being a dumb kid, I consented to a search of my car. While one officer searched the car, the other patted me down to make sure I didn't have any weapons.
When both searches were done, they gave me directions, drove off, and let me get back into my car. When I climbed in, it was a wreck... my owner's manual was literally torn to shreds, the coins (tons of coins) I kept in my console were literally everywhere, and the door to my glove compartment was broken.
The next day I tried to file a complaint, but ended up getting bullied to the point where I never even got a hold of a complaint form... I was still a kid and didn't know how the system worked.
[–] MeeseeksBox 1 point 4 points 5 points (+5|-1) ago (edited ago)
The day I was supposed to move out of my apartment I got involved in an 8 hour stand off with police. They weren't there for me, they were there for my neighbor. He had a knife, not even a big knife just a knife, with no hostages or anything like that. They surrounded the building with little boy piggies holding their favorite toys, mostly AR-15's and grenade launchers. The swat team was called in, there were probably 50-60 officers present, for one guy who had a knife.
Turns out the law he broke was a simple traffic violation, and the cops were trying to arrest him for not paying tickets which he had never received. He had been on probation, so they were going to be taking him away for a long time and he was refusing to go.
The cops ineptitude handling the situation meant that we were trapped in my apartment for the entire day, and couldn't move out. Eventually they did get him, without killing him amazingly, but they had caused way more of a problem by just wanting an excuse to use their cool stuff.
Also a cop pointed his gun at me while we were having a conversation that was perfectly peaceful, I stepped out simply asking how long this was going to take, the cop aimed his gun at me before answering. Totally causal, I bet he didn't even notice. I sure as fuck did.
[–] anonomale 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
I worked in a small local convenient store for my first couple years of college. Small town, had zero actual problems ever. We closed at 9 PM, the biggest problem I ever had was old ladies trying to stay past closing to keep playing scratch-off tickets. As luck would have it, in one such instance they got pissed at me for cutting them off when I had to close, so they went out to their cars in the parking lot to scratch the tickets.
I really had to use the bathroom, which I typically didn't do at work since I lived a block away. Most of the time there was only one person working the store at once, so I was hurrying to sweep, count down registers, take out trash, etc. While I was on the way to the bathroom I figured I'd throw the trash in the dumpster out back while I was at it, the trouble started when I didn't notice that the door hadn't shut all of the way.
Made me way to the one working bathroom (had a "women" sign on it, I worked with all women), sat down, had my headphones in and was scrolling through my email. It was a really small bathroom, maybe 4x4 -- pretty much just enough room for the toilet, the sink, and to open the door. I thought I'd heard a thump, and figured maybe one of the people I worked with had come back in to get something they'd forgotten. Next thing I know the door is kicked in and there's a gun drawn and pointed at my dick, more or less. Legitimately thought "Huh, I'm getting robbed and I'm going to get shot and die while taking a shit. That's a pretty funny way to go out."
Once the initial shock passed, I realized it was a cop who was barking orders at me to stand up, hands up, etc. I recognized most of the cops in town -- again, small place -- and realized he must have been new. There was an older cop in the back who immediately realized the situation and was stifling laughter. The rookie, however, still had a gun drawn on me and was clearly in adrenaline mode. I basically talked him down enough to get cleaned up and whatnot, since I knew I wasn't doing anything wrong. Didn't help that, since I lived nearby, I didn't have identification on me and had to go through a long process of explaining that I worked there. Basically the dude that pointed the gun at me just wanted to try and act like he really needed to make sure I really did work there (it should've been pretty obvious when I demonstrated that I had the keys to the place), I figure he thought if he treated the situation seriously it would justify what he did. Older cop was just cracking jokes, he was pretty alright.
I don't have proof, but if I had to guess I'd assume that it was the old ladies that saw me throwing garbage in the dumpster and decided to call me in as a 'burglar', knowing full well that I wasn't. Or maybe they genuinely didn't know, they weren't especially sharp. It's a funny story to tell now, but in hindsight the rookie was using zero common sense, and if I hadn't stayed calm and would've flinched or freaked out at all I could easily have been shot, it was in very close quarters so I'm sure any move I made in his direction would've been interpreted as an attack. Obviously, not bad at all in comparison to the types of things that police do on a regular basis.
I understand that initially they came in expecting some kind of burglary situation in which I could have been dangerous, but common sense would've said that when the hours posted on the store say it closes at 9:00 and it's 9:10, with one car in the parking lot and all of the store lights on, the person inside probably works there. And when they're in the bathroom, they're probably just using the bathroom.