posted on Sep, 10 2014 @ 11:11 AM
Before I start my tale, my thanks must go to the poster who's story inspired me to respond with my own account. I don't know who you are but you
have my star and flag.
It all started when I moved into a peaceful little town (the name is withheld to protect it's the innocent) and the town was great-the locals and the
local proprietors were great as well. It was (and hopefully still is) a good place to live-if you exclude the local constabulary.
The same day that I chose to make this town my home, I was accosted by a pair of half wits that were appointed as the local law enforcement. One of
them grabbed my arms and started inspecting for any signs in intravenous drug use. The moment I questioned their motives I got this response and I'll
quote it verbatim:
“If I see you wandering the streets again I’ll F%#ing jump you!”
So being the good boy that I was, I returned to my new home promptly but the harassment continued as the weeks went by. The same cops would pull me up
again and again, and the same cop would check my arms for track marks and finding nothing while his partner would stand by with a hand placed on his
sidearm. A part of me believed that they were just bored, but still that is a pretty poor excuse.
But that's not the best part. After all the intimidation and threats, the cop who instigated the whole affair was perfectly polite to me in public
and even addressed me by my first name (which was a complete reversal compared to what he called me in the presence of his partner.)
Eventually I left that town and it's dumb @$$ cops behind. I should have filed a complaint but cops will protect their own and what starts in a small
town stays in a small town-which is a shame because there are a number of good cops out there who are doing their best to serve and protect, and there
efforts are undermined by the semi simian block heads who see the badge as a privilege rather than a code of honor.