Well, at least I feel rage
A drug raid. For fucking what – GERITOL?!?!?! And on a drug warrant. Not searching for a kidnapped child. Not trying to nab a murderer. A rapist. A gang of fugitives. A kick down your door, midnight raid by commandos in jackboots for what basically amounts to a non-violent offense, and because Granny had the nerve to defend herself when armed hoodlums busted down her door, she is on a slab.
Before you argue with me, I want you to think about this – someone dear to you winds up having to live in a crime infested area. However. They have to move, take what is there, the crime moves in – however it happens, they sleep fearfully at night. So they get a gun and keep it by their bed.
In the meantime, some flatfoot swears out a warrant for a pot dealer, and some government employee flunky mistypes the address. That night, the police move in, tired, annoyed, and not wanting to do a two or three operation plus paperwork. Next thing you know, they bust down the door, and are doing the usual thing you see on “COPS” – sixteen fucking grown men screaming as loud as they can as they pour into the house. Your loved on hears the noise, pulls the gun from the nitestand, and starts hollering “I have a gun! I’ll call the police!” next thing you know, the bedroom door is kicked open, in the dark – and your loved one opens fire. A few seconds later, their bullet riddled corpse – which you cannot even have an open-casket funeral for now because one of the police .45 rounds exploded their head – lies in a pool of blood.
The police response amounts to “oops” and “Good Faith” – and you’re fine with that? It’s your own house – you are away on business, and that is your wife, son, husband, daughter? Still jiggy with it? “Gawrsh, well, mistakes happen! Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!”
What these are are Gestapo-tactics, plain and simple. It is what you do to violent felons. You check, double check, and recheck the house number. You keep it under surveillance. You make sure no innocents are inside. There is no damn excuse for crap like this, and everyone involved in that raid in a leadership position should be shitcanned – and anyone else put before a civilian review board.
While I may respect the hell out of good cops – and I do know a few – this is utter garbage. Yes it is “easier” to do it this way. Less dangerous. So is lobbing mortar rounds from a quarter mile away, and we don’t do that either. So is gathering evidence without warrants. So is prosecuting these people without the pesky inconvenience of a jury. Yes the job is dangerous. Yes, cops “risk their lives every day.” And that is part of the job. Blockbuster is looking for a night clerk if you have a problem with that. It’s your job to do that. And what seperates you from the gangstas – and earns that respect – is asking questions first and shooting later.
This was not done in this case, and rather than closing ranks and letting the blue wall of silence descend you all have to – pardon the pun – police your own.
I’m telling you right now – and it is already happening – people on juries are losing patience with you. You want to talk about the things you need to do your job? Okay. Two words. “Public Trust.”
Believe me – piss that away, and all the gadgets in the world won’t help you.
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