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Law enforcement confessions
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Tasty, its amazing the things people tell you. Did I feel bad at some of the stories? Absolutely. You'd have to have a stone for a heart not to. Man's cruelty to man is unreal sometimes.
Speeding ticket, yes. DUI, no. It was understood that a DUI was beyond what you could expect to get out of.
What are your thoughts regarding overweight officers?
Practically speaking, if they were to encounter a fit suspect, they do not appear likely to be able to apprehend them without calling for assistance. Granted, calling for assistance is probably proper protocol (greater safety for officer & lower liability). So, other than a glorified radio operator, what good are they? Are they able to chase & apprehend a suspect?
Is this more prevalent in large city departments, where these types can linger for years without being reprimanded? I ask this because I work near the sports stadiums in Philly, and frequently see a lot of the puffier officers working the games.
Practically speaking, if they were to encounter a fit suspect, they do not appear likely to be able to apprehend them without calling for assistance. Granted, calling for assistance is probably proper protocol (greater safety for officer & lower liability). So, other than a glorified radio operator, what good are they? Are they able to chase & apprehend a suspect?
Is this more prevalent in large city departments, where these types can linger for years without being reprimanded? I ask this because I work near the sports stadiums in Philly, and frequently see a lot of the puffier officers working the games.
I'm curious about this too! I've only noticed the opposite trend here in SoCal, though... big-city/metropolitan depts seem to keep their personnel in better shape than say, rural Sheriffs.
Either way, I'd expect higher fitness standards from any LE agency... I don't know when was the last time I saw an overtly overweight firefighter.
Seems about right.
These clowns she knew I would like to think are more an exception.
Was still a big problem at that department. Involved enough cops to make 2 drunken softball teams plus an entire on-duty shift letting them get away with it.
We used to do the alignments on our local cop cars, before the town garage got their own alignment rack. Naturally anytime I got to drive a cop car I played with all the lights and sirens etc..... Well, I thought I had shut them all off and I pulled out into the main road for a test drive and I felt like Moses parting the Red Sea......
Yep, you guessed it, the lights were still going.
On my many test drives in those cars I noticed how people would immediately slow down when they saw the car and every school bus or tow truck driver would wave at me. I even passed a couple other cop cars and wondered what they thought when they saw it wasn't one of their fellow officers.
Yep, you guessed it, the lights were still going.
On my many test drives in those cars I noticed how people would immediately slow down when they saw the car and every school bus or tow truck driver would wave at me. I even passed a couple other cop cars and wondered what they thought when they saw it wasn't one of their fellow officers.
I have a friend who is a cop and went out for a ride along during his shift on a busy Saturday night. I noticed the same thing with everyone slowing down around us. I asked my friend about it and he replied that cops call it "Black and White Fever."
My mom and sister are both police dispatchers, and my uncle was a cop. As you probably know, cops have a fairly limited social circle, ie - they only hang with each other. Point being - I spent alot of time around cops when I was a kid.
I was in high school and we were tasked with making a video for a Spanish class. My buddy Paul and I decded we would do a parody of the first reality TV show - COPS: En Espanol. We filmed a couple scenes near a friend's house, a beach community with huge homes, probably mostly retired folks. We had BB gun shootouts, car chase, police brutality, etc and filmed the whole thing on VHS.
I was at a BBQ at my uncle's house the next day and a few cops were talking about this insane call they got where pretty much the entire force was rolling code on multiple calls of an attempted murder down at the beach but they couldn't find the suspects or any evidence of a crime... I showed them the video and they thought it was hilarious, but admitted sh!t could have been REALLY ugly had they rolled up on us. They ended up taking a copy to the station to show everybody that was involved in the chase.
Cops are regular people with an extremely difficult job, its all amatter of how they choose to handle it.
I was in high school and we were tasked with making a video for a Spanish class. My buddy Paul and I decded we would do a parody of the first reality TV show - COPS: En Espanol. We filmed a couple scenes near a friend's house, a beach community with huge homes, probably mostly retired folks. We had BB gun shootouts, car chase, police brutality, etc and filmed the whole thing on VHS.
I was at a BBQ at my uncle's house the next day and a few cops were talking about this insane call they got where pretty much the entire force was rolling code on multiple calls of an attempted murder down at the beach but they couldn't find the suspects or any evidence of a crime... I showed them the video and they thought it was hilarious, but admitted sh!t could have been REALLY ugly had they rolled up on us. They ended up taking a copy to the station to show everybody that was involved in the chase.
Cops are regular people with an extremely difficult job, its all amatter of how they choose to handle it.
Not a real interesting story, but a proud moment for me nonetheless:
I used to be a lane mechanic at a bowling alley, one of my duties was oiling lanes before league play. There was a team in one league that consisted of five cops. One day I was finishing up on the oiling and nearly everyone in the league was there getting ready for the night. Out of the blue a guy approached me and asked what I think about the police. I knew he was a cop (apparently he didn't know that I knew) so I decided to egg him on. "I hate cops," I said "all they do is ridicule and harass people. They think they're tough but they just hide behind a badge and gun."
"I'm a cop." he replied.
"See, that proves my point. You assumed I would have a negative opinion of cops so you asked me what I thought of them as an attempt to intimidate me. I'm doing nothing wrong but you need to feel like a tough guy."
Of course the other officers were paying attention and had walked towards me. Another officer remarked, "ya know, you're a real *******."
"Yeah, but it's not illegal to be an *******, is it Barney?"
"Yeah.....well it should be."
By now the bowling alley had gotten dead quiet and everyone was listening to our conversation.
Ohh, you'd just love that, wouldn't you?" I said, "Then you could just arrest anyone you want and say: hey, he was an *******."
The cops were silent. I decided to egg them on some more. "By the way, I don't donate to your little social club either."
"Social club?" ( This was in a small town and the police cold call people and ask for donations for the Fraternal Order of Police, which is basically their social club. The cops think nobody knows what it is, yet everyone does.)
"Yeah...The Fraternal Order of Police."
"Oh, that's just a place for us to unwind after work."
"Sounds like a place for you guys to get drunk and then drive home to me."
"We don't get that drunk." The entire bowling alley gasped. The officer then realized about 150 heard him say that, and turned about 5 shades of red.
"Now are we done here, 'cause I have a real job to do?"
"Yeah, we're done."
I gained a lot of respect from many league bowlers that night.
I used to be a lane mechanic at a bowling alley, one of my duties was oiling lanes before league play. There was a team in one league that consisted of five cops. One day I was finishing up on the oiling and nearly everyone in the league was there getting ready for the night. Out of the blue a guy approached me and asked what I think about the police. I knew he was a cop (apparently he didn't know that I knew) so I decided to egg him on. "I hate cops," I said "all they do is ridicule and harass people. They think they're tough but they just hide behind a badge and gun."
"I'm a cop." he replied.
"See, that proves my point. You assumed I would have a negative opinion of cops so you asked me what I thought of them as an attempt to intimidate me. I'm doing nothing wrong but you need to feel like a tough guy."
Of course the other officers were paying attention and had walked towards me. Another officer remarked, "ya know, you're a real *******."
"Yeah, but it's not illegal to be an *******, is it Barney?"
"Yeah.....well it should be."
By now the bowling alley had gotten dead quiet and everyone was listening to our conversation.
Ohh, you'd just love that, wouldn't you?" I said, "Then you could just arrest anyone you want and say: hey, he was an *******."
The cops were silent. I decided to egg them on some more. "By the way, I don't donate to your little social club either."
"Social club?" ( This was in a small town and the police cold call people and ask for donations for the Fraternal Order of Police, which is basically their social club. The cops think nobody knows what it is, yet everyone does.)
"Yeah...The Fraternal Order of Police."
"Oh, that's just a place for us to unwind after work."
"Sounds like a place for you guys to get drunk and then drive home to me."
"We don't get that drunk." The entire bowling alley gasped. The officer then realized about 150 heard him say that, and turned about 5 shades of red.
"Now are we done here, 'cause I have a real job to do?"
"Yeah, we're done."
I gained a lot of respect from many league bowlers that night.
Really? Good to know. It's actually crazy hard to do. I can't do it while sober. (just now I tried, started with z...thought for a bit, then x..nope, wrong.)
My friend just carrei the backpack around cause he likes it. It also had our cigar stash in it (it's kind of our pasttime, lol)
Now, we let him search the backpack just because obviously we had nothing wrong in it, but would it have been within our rights to refuse search?
A backpack and walking around late is reasonable suspicion, but I wouldn't say probable cause right?
Maybe failing the "follow my finger" test. Would that be probable cause?
Or do those rules not apply to backpacks and anything on your person. (I've heard and read both yes and no from different sources)
Not my thread and not my question...but there are different kinds of fit. A gazelle cop who can run a hundred miles but isnt very strong might be able to chase down anyone...but then what? Sometimes you need a big strong linebacker cop that may very well be fat...but can deadlift 700 pounds.
I used to be a cop. Mirrors society. A small percentage are in Olympic athlete shape. 40% are average shape. 40% are mildly overweight. A small percentage are morbidly obese. State police departments have mandatory physical fitness tests. Our county department had an optional fitness test. If you failed, it didn't matter. If you passed, you didn't get a bonus of any kind.
Yes, they try to push fitness in police academy for the exact reasons you mentioned.
In real life, the work shift can wear you out so you are too tired to work out. You have to discipline yourself to workout. The other part is what you eat. Some shifts are tough (directing traffic for hours on a hot day or standing to guard a crime scene for hours on your feet while detectives do their job) and you end up starving like a Marvin and you end up over-eating when you get around to eating. Or, you make a bad habit of going to 7-Eleven or a mini-mart to eat junk food.
Probably does not go on like it did back in the day but my sister was married to a guy who during the 70's was the official, un official drug dealer to the San Diego Chargers. My sister's house was raided one night and both on the couch in cuffs and the cops brought out the coke they found and laid it out on the coffee table while they were still asking questions of my sis and her husband. Right in front of them the detective cuts into the plastic wrap and digs out some coke, lines it out on the table and snorts a fat line, then his cop buddy does the same. They both agree it is some really good ***t!
Well sis and her husband never did any time but they were in possession of a Kilo of coke. Why you ask? Because by the time the evidence got to court it was almost all gone. That's what my sister told me anyway. I don't figure she lies to me.
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