I'll be honest: I don't like cops, and I've never had a good experience with any cop, ever, especially not with the cops in my hometown.
I feel like the police are always there whenever you don't need them and don't want them there, but all the times you need them most, they're no where to be found or so unhelpful that you wish you had never called them in the first place.
I remember one incident in particular when I broke the news to my mother that my sister and my sister's fiancé were planning to move to Florida. It would mean moving their daughter (my mother's only grandchild whom she spoils rotten) to Florida as well, of course.
It didn't go over well, and my mother ran from the house with her car keys in hand, anxious, upset, a total
mess and going on about how we should all take a good look at her now as this might be the last time we see her alive, implying that there stood a good possibility of her taking her own life.
I called the police and stood behind her car so that she couldn't back out of the driveway, as she was in no state of mind to be driving; when the police arrived, officer dickhead separated us, spoke to each one of us individually, then addressed me as "Mr. Pistol Permit Guy" and explained to me that what I had done was illegal, not allowing my mother to leave, that is, and that, should he choose to arrest me, I could have my pistol permit taken away and never given back. (I had never once brought up anything about owning a pistol, having my pistol permit, or anything at all to that effect, but my mother, for whatever strange reason, thought it important to mention.)
I asked officer dickhead to explain the law to me further, and I suggested that surely the possibility must exist for me to have my pistol permit given back even if I had been arrested -- right? But he had no time to explain it to me, or so he said, and could tell straight-away that I had some "vendetta against police officers."
I had been plenty respectful up until this point, albeit somewhat frustrated and discouraged by his whatever, no-time-for-you attitude. He asked me if I had a problem with him, and then, after getting into his car to leave, he spun the car around, rolled the passenger-side window down, and shouted to me, "My name is officer -------, and my badge number is -----. You can go ahead and file a complaint against me!"
I hadn't even suggested or implied that I would file a complaint against him, but it sounded to me like a good idea after he had been such an enormous prick to me. (It was likely he was high out of his mind on coke, as I later learned that my sister had run into him at a party only just a couple of years ago where he was drinking heavily and blowing down lines of coke, then joking about it and going on about how he was a cop.)
Believe it or not and even though I was pissed, I still hadn't planned on filing a complaint against him. I was actually more interested in finding out what I could have been charged with and what that might have meant for my pistol permit; well, the next day I called the police station to ask about it, and the officer I spoke to was an unbelievable cunt, officer cunt, who I could tell straight-away had absolutely zero interest in answering any of my questions.
I was, at this point, very much enraged but keeping my cool. I asked her for her name and badge number as well as officer dickhead's badge number as I couldn't remember it, and the first words out of her mouth were this: "Why do you need to know that? Are you planning on filing a complaint against me or officer dickhead?" It floored me because an officer should respond immediately with his or her badge number and not ask such questions.
I told her that it was simply for my note-taking, and after reassuring her that I would
not file a complaint against her or officer dickhead (something that she seemed a tad bit nervous about), she provided me with both their names and badge numbers. I arrived at the police station an hour later and very much to my delight, she was still working. I asked her for two complaint forms, and sat in the lobby filling out two very lengthy forms; it was worth it just to see the look on her face.
I followed up a week later with the deputy chief, and then a week later, and then a week later, leaving messages for the deputy chief but never once speaking to him or hearing back from him. I knew what they were doing, brushing it all under the carpet and thinking that I would soon tire of following up.
Well, unfortunately for them, I'm insanely persistent, and having spoken to him before, I know just how much the deputy chief cares about what is put on the news, written in the papers, and what is said about his police department. So, I made up some real quick flyers that had both officers names on them and their badge numbers. The flyers said something like: "Have you had a bad experience with the ------ police department? Have you had a bad experience with these two officers in particular? Show the ------ police department how you feel by filing a complaint against an officer. It's file-a-complaint day! Contact me at..." and so on...
I printed out three copies of the flyer, went down to the police station, and asked the receptionist to stick one in the chief's mailbox, the deputy chief's mailbox, and the detective's mailbox. I told the receptionist that they would know what it was all about.
Sure enough, I got a call back from the deputy chief within 20 minutes, and I'm not exaggerating. He asked me what I planned on doing, and I told him that I hadn't heard back from him on the two complaints I filed and I considered it a serious matter even if he didn't, so I was organizing a day when we could all file a complaint against an officer, and I planned on inviting the press and we could all make a day of it.
He apologized profusely and assured me that he would speak to both officers, then get back to me, which he did.
tl;dr -- I don't like cops, and persistence is key.
not neccesarily use , but i have 2 cop friends , 1 can get me out of trouble when i get in it , the other is just a mate . all the police have the potentiol to be corrupt ... another reason why prohibition is a mass failure , cops are our boys too haha .
