"HK" wrote in message
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JoeSpareBedroom wrote:
"Chuck Gould" wrote in message
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On Feb 13, 8:27?pm, wrote:
who deserves a bullet....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBeB81PPlng

And before any of you say anything, I have been thrown down stairs in
cuffs by a piece of **** pig just like this..

This fat fu**er needs to be put down like the rabid animal he is...

Another fine example of how total disregard for the nominal topic of
this NG has elevated the tone of discussion here.

Scotty, you should be ashamed. Not of your opinion, but of your
inability to state it without profane refereneces to killing somebody
and the insertion of implied profanity.

Are most of your reactions to things emotional ( anger is very evident
in your post) or do you sometimes respond with rational analysis?

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OK. Let's tone it down a bit. That cop could use a little tuneup behind a
dumpster in a dark parking lot. Same treatment he gave the kid.


Have you seen the video of the cop dumping the paraplegic out of his wheel
chair? Must be a Blackwater graduate.


Yeah, that was another nice one.

Somehow, I've managed to have nothing but positive experiences with cops,
some to the point where it seemed weird. When I first got my handgun, I was
on my way to the range, and I'd stopped at the bank to deposit a check. I
wasn't yet equipped with a belt stiff enough to support the clunker of a gun
I had at the time, so while fumbling for my wallet, the belt sagged, and my
jacket moved up enough to expose half the gun. There's a tap on my shoulder,
I turn around, and it's a cop behind me in line. He points to the gun. I
said "Jeez...I just got this gun and blah blah blah". He didn't even ask for
my permit. He took his notepad out of his pocket, wrote down the name of a
store that sells cop accessories, and said "This is where I get my belts.
They'll set you up with something that works. Have a nice day." I left
scratching my & thinking "cop...bank....gun...what just happened here?" :-)

1972: I'm cranking down route 81 south of Syracuse, doing close to 100 in a
bright yellow 1970 Cougar. Hair down past my shoulders. Along comes a state
trooper, and I figured "Great. I'm a dead man. These guys are taught to kill
hippies". I told him the truth: "This is the first day in over a month when
it's been dry & sunny instead of icy. I was just stretchin' it out a little.
And I was gonna slow down for that weird curve up ahead". He says "You think
100 is just a little stretch?" Takes my license, does his radio thing, comes
back, looks in the car and asks "Hurst shifter in a Cougar? Never saw that
before. You put it in?" We get into a brief discussion about it. Then,
"Slow it down. Don't do that on my highway." Leaves, gives me no ticket.
WTF?

Actually, my worst experience was with a cop who bungled a burglary
investigation by being exquisitely stupid.