A Fourth of July tale

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It had been a long time since I'd seen civilization. I'd long relished the long, hot and humid days of the Appalachian summer woodlands. I hadn't spoken to another human being in? How many weeks had it been? That really didn't matter. Only my dog, Matthau, knows the days for certain and he is resolutely mute.

 

On the third day of July, 2018 I ventured to make a foray into the nearest hamlet of any consequence, some miles distant from the redoubt. The eve of Independence Day, that most sacred of days for the true patriot, whatever their stripe. This particular jurisdiction is renowned for being "badge heavy", a real law and order kind of place. For those of us of a certain age we will recall those salad days of our youth when Hazard County and Waylon Jennings graced our television screens. Yup. Just some good old boys. A little stump of a man with some hideous facial deformity and Sheriff Roscoe! 

 

My business is my own and I entered with no intentions of lingering in the place. My only true purpose? To acquire a fresh case of Jamesons. Yes, a case. I told you I don't get out much. That state liquor agent, curiously, is not open on national holidays. Who would've thunk it?It must need carry on in this fashion until I perfect my own version to something beyond lighter fluid. This was no complicated plan. I did not, as I have at times before, need to enter the town unobserved. It was a simple trip to the liquor agent and away home. I was eager to make my exit and enjoy the long return ride with the top down. I didn't want to stick around for the festivities.

 

When the actual observed holiday, which is always THE 4th, falls in midweek as it did this year, the third of July is a curious purgatory. There are those who may have the whole week off, or back to work the following day. Or there are those who work a full day Monday and Tuesday and do not return for five days hence. All true productivity ceased somewhere around 5PM on the preceding Friday. They mill about in varying stages of employ or idleness, no one really certain which is which, but as evening falls excitement and anticipation builds for the next day and all the wonders of Americana it will hold.

 

Long suffering housewives with the progeny of their unions excitedly tailing underfoot wade elbows deep into the preparation of vats containing cole slaw, potato salad and other picnic concoctions. Except for those afflicted with Trump Derangement Syndrome, most households this year are happy, optimistic. For right or wrong this does seem to be the prevailing mood. Tomorrow their husbands will don Bermuda shorts and grill aprons, to the amusement of their neighbors. Budweiser and Miller beers, in all of their various manifestations, will flow freely from iced coolers. Young children and aged lovers dream starry eyed of the fireworks display and sense the memories of crackling sparks and smell of cordite heavy on the air. Yes it will be a grand time to be had for all, but these are not the only festivities for the long holiday period. There are others who eagerly anticipate an entirely different type of celebration.

 

All across the country state and local police jurisdictions salivate at the commencement of a prolonged Tea party. That's T E A... targeted enforcement action. Fuck the Fourth Amendment! That was a mistake! Clearly they didn't mean to put that in there! How in the hell are we supposed to protect and serve with that in our way? It's what the people want, after all, isn't it? They want to be policed. Anyone who wears the uniform and carries a badge is a hero. Don't you listen to the news? Yes, starting Tuesday night and for the succeeding five days law enforcement will be out there! Busting all those drunk drivers, conducting random stops and waving their dicks to let everyone know who's boss around this place!

 

Before I could make my exit I was trapped behind a large gravel truck. An unrepentant pothole jarred the bed of this rolling behemoth and loosed a sizable chunk of limestone upon my windshield. Thankfully the unwitting projectile did not break completely through the screen, though it did spider web the bejesus out of the glass. Damn! Across most of the nation one is within range of the instrument of the popular jingle “Safelite repair, Safelite replace!” As the gravel truck trundled away up the road I thought to myself “I have been annoyed by that syrupy treacle for the last fucking time! Let’s see how good they are here on the afternoon before a national holiday!”

 

The cell reception in this rocky terrain is often suspect at best, but mercifully I found myself within range of a solid tower and within minutes was in communication with a Safelite agent. “Yes, Mr. Wenty”, I was assured by the agent, “we can have a technician at your location in about 90 minutes.” Well! This might not be so horrible after all then! Allowing a little margin for ineptitude I calculated that I might safely resume my journey by 5:00 and be gone well before darkness. Oh, the best laid plans of mice and men!

 

It was closer to 7:00 before the job was completed and as I had traveled with Matthau riding shotgun I was forced to re-evaluate my exit plans. The caloric intake required to sustain the adult male boar hound is daunting. Despite their largely sedentary nature this breed rivals most horses in appetite. I guess with a stature of 32” at the shoulder and a solid 180 pounds they’re not actually that far off of the mark. After concluding our business with Safelite Auto Glass we followed our noses to a smoker erected in the square at the center of town. Two drum halves were working; one with hamburgers, the other with ribs. As a stranger in town one expects to pass through unnoticed. This is an impossibility on foot with a formidable looking Mastiff at your side. I decided the best thing for it was to grab a few orders and find a nearby picnic table to try and melt into the scenery.

 

We took two orders of ribs for twenty bucks, a fair bargain given the portions. Matthau made short work of his and then stuffed his bulk under the picnic table to gnaw contentedly on the bones. I sat with my pipe and engaged in some idle banter with Jeff the Grill Chef, occasionally fielding queries from passers by about the bear I had under the table. Time got away and the next thing I knew darkness was nigh upon us. There would be a nearly two hour ride ahead. No matter what, now, we would have to run the gauntlet. The only thing that could further mar the occasion would be Matthau’s inevitable requirement to evacuate his bowels. It is only after you have had the privilege to pick up after one of these big boys that you can appreciate why these beasts were first used for bear baiting. Nearly any creature traveling the wilds that should happen upon one of these colossal turds in their path will consider carefully whether or not they care discover where it came from. Greasy ribs and sugary BBQ promise a sizable and not necessarily cohesive deposit.

 

 

In the growing gloom of darkness trucks with scaffolding and lighting equipment rolled up on the square. An army of tattoos and black Harley Davidson tee shirts emerged from the shadows and began their preparations for the parade review stand that would host the town’s officials and first citizens tomorrow, at high noon. It was only a matter of time before some of those lights were fired up and this was concerning. Matthau, on the whole, is a fairly gentle soul. His biggest fault is not understanding that he is no longer a puppy. He doesn’t know his own strength. Well, there is one other thing I should mention. You know how a lot of dogs go ape shit when you turn on the vacuum cleaner? Well, Matthau is not fond of the vacuum cleaner, but usually contents himself to retreat with his tail between his legs while it is running. If you want to make Matthau go ape shit just shine a light in his eyes. Especially if it is a big, very bright light. He will warn you. Once. After that? Good luck.

 

With his belly full he was happy to saunter off, away to the opposite side of the square. While the clatter of the construction and the calls of workmen rang into the night behind us we wandered away into the side streets of the town, criss-crossing block after block and always mindful of an empty lot or weedy patch should the need arise. It was nearing 11:00 when finally he began to sniff and do the dance around a row of trash cans in an alley. Under the cover of darkness I let him finish his work and then we hastened on a course to steer around the square and back to the Jeep, hoping to avoid the bright lights.

 

Having lightened his load Matthau sensed that it was time to resume our ride and quickened his pace. We successfully navigated the correct course on the first attempt only to discover that the Jeep was hemmed in by one the trucks. I got the old boy up into his perch, into the back seat with his head and forepaws stretched over the center console and onto the reclined back of the front passenger seat. Other than curling up in the very rear there is no other way he fits. I cracked the windows down for him and then went over to the crew to see if I could get someone to move the truck. This took a bit of time, but I eventually located the fellow with the keys and got him to roll up far enough to finally back out and be on our way. The digital display on the dashboard read 11:50 PM.

 

The night was clear and oppressively still, each breath weighted with a tropic humidity. It would be a good ride to have the windows down. I followed the signs marking the twists and turns of the state route through the town to its eventual exit to open country and the interstate beyond. There was no one else on the road. No one, that is, but one of our heroes in blue.

 

Let me explain a little bit about Targeted Enforcement Actions and some of the tactics that are typically employed. First of all, target vehicles that are from out of town, or better, out of state. This presents an opportunity to collect a bond for any infraction and may further provide seizure of assets under the vague provisions of civil forfeiture laws.

 

Next, probable cause. Don’t worry about it. Invent one. Someone seems to pause just a bit too long at a stop sign, appearing confused about which way to go. There’s your probable cause. How long is too long to pause at a stop sign? Well officer, too long is whatever you think too long is. We’ll have your back, don’t worry. Just get out there and get us some scalps.

 

With the potential target identified and probable cause established call it in and start running the plates on the vehicle. It makes no difference that it may not be the vehicle owner driving, just assume that it is. That’s why we give you these tools to work with, officer. Keep the vehicle within view, with your lights off if at all possible. Roll up within striking distance then hit the brights and move up aggressively, get right on their ass. Don’t worry about safety, just try to force them to make some error. It helps bolster your probable cause argument.

 

Then and only then do you hit the cherries and command the traffic stop. Once the vehicle is halted keep your brights on and aim your spotlight at the sideview mirror. This is too further intimidate the driver, but if asked simply tell them that it is for your safety. Remind them that officers sometimes get shot, that’s always a good one. Once at the vehicle use your handheld flashlight to illuminate the inside and shine it into the drivers face as you demand license, registration and proof of insurance.

 

 

While the subject is preparing the required documents begin to pepper them with questions. Continue to ask questions without permitting the subject to finish answering. In trial situations this is known as badgering a witness, but for that brief time that we have you out there on the front lines officer, you are judge, jury and if need be executioner. If the subject in any way becomes disoriented during this process you are then empowered to demand a field sobriety test. Also be alert to any probable cause to search the vehicle. Not for evidence of any further crime! That has to withstand evidence and trial. Assets seized under civil forfeiture do not.

 

Finally, even if you only suspect that the subject is impaired tag them for it and bring them in. It’s incumbent on them to prove otherwise. There are cops and there are pigs. If you ask a cop whether or not these things are true they will, albeit at times begrudgingly, admit that they are. If you ask a pig they’ll deny it.

 

At 12:05 AM on the fourth of July officer Beetledick executed these tactics on me as I was exiting town. I know the fucking drill, I had all my “papers” ready before he even dragged his fat ass out of the cruiser. Then I had to scramble to get the choker around Matthau’s neck and draw in the sideview to kill the glaring reflection. Officer Beetledick did not like this one little bit, convinced that I was preparing a weapon. He got a little chub going in his pants when he realized that he had justification for this to be a weapon drawn stop.

 

I heard the door of the cruiser swing open violently and the piercing beam of the handheld was trained (with his already drawn sidearm, no doubt) at my driver window. “Place your hands where I can see them!” I obliged in the only manner I could under the circumstances, waving my free hand out of the window. If the motto is protect and serve one might take this as a signal of distress, but not so with officer Beetledick. He came closer, into my peripheral field. With all of that illumination it should have been pretty plain what was going on, but several million candlepower could not light the dim gray expanse between this guy’s ears.

 

I said get those hands where I can see them!”

 

Here is my one hand. I am holding back a rather large dog that is having a fit because of your bright lights!”

 

Hey! You getting smart with me!”

 

No, I am telling you this hound will not calm down until you douse the beacons!”

 

Why are you raising your voice? You got some kinda problem?”

 

I am raising my voice so you can hear over the dog! Could you please kill the lights!”

 

Now he was up at the driver door, still insisting on shining that god damned light into the car. “Those lights are for my protection! Police officers get shot in the line of duty sometimes you know.”

 

Yeah. They always like to put that one out there. I’m sitting there thinking “Yes, and its a wonder more of you don’t get capped”. I said nothing else, only held license, registration and proof of insurance out the window with my free hand. He snatched these away and finally switched off the flashlight, but Matthau was still upset. As a boar hound he has a nose for all things porcine and this tool was definitely a pig. He had that perpetually constipated look of the confused 11 year old boy trying to figure out if he has sprouted a pubic hair or gotten a hard on. In this instance I suspect there would be need of magnification to find either.

 

Do you have any idea why I stopped you tonight?”

 

I do not. Would you tell me?”

 

Have you been drinking tonight?”

 

Not a drop. Can you tell me why I’ve been stopped?”

 

You got some place you need to be? You in a hurry?”

 

I know the game this guy was playing so I said nothing further. In these cases it is best to say nothing at all unless asked a direct, specific question because it doesn’t make one damned bit of difference what you say: it will be wrong. They’re looking for a fight. This awkward silence is precious when the officer realizes that he’s got nothing. Even though no one else is watching he still has to try to wave his dick around to save face.

 

Why you giving me attitude, huh?”

 

I’m just trying to keep my dog calm until we conclude our business here and drive home.” As I finished speaking those words headlights painted the underside of boughs hanging over the road just ahead. There was someone approaching from around a curve about five hundred feet away. Officer Beetledick’s eyes darted away at their approach. I knew at that moment it was over. The oncoming headlights broke hard around that little bend in the road and it was coming at some speed.

 

Officer Beetledick had already run my plates then requested that dispatch pull up an operators license for the same party. Plates current, no wants or warrants, no moving violations. All of the lights were functioning properly, all the windows secure, sufficient tread on all the tires, proof of insurance provided. I was not impaired, I had not been speeding, run any traffic signals, weaved, operated a cell phone. HE HAD JACK SHIT. He was fishing and he got caught at it. The driver of the approaching vehicle apparently had not expected to find a police cruiser and over reacted to correct their driving. As a consequence he/she lost control of the vehicle and rolled it across the road and smashed into a guardrail. He/she probably had been drinking.

 

 

Beetledick handed me my papers, but before he hastened to his cruiser he offered this sage advice (or was it a warning?), “You need to have some respect for the law, Mister”. Thanks officer Beetledick. I sure will, golly-gee, I will. Now go get ‘em, Tiger! I don’t know that the other driver was drunk. It could’ve been a heart attack or a seizure of some kind, for all I know. I didn’t stick around to find out. The only crime committed in that shithole of a burg was that some imbecile handed a badge, a loaded weapon(s) and a $40,000 police cruiser to that douchebag of an excuse for a human being, officer Beetledick, and then loosed the stooge upon an unsuspecting public.

 

The only thing worse than all the pigs in this country are those who adore them. The fawning, pathetic hero worship for anyone who can squeeze their ass into one of those uniforms has just gone too far by half. I’m sorry. I’m not an advocate for going around and killing cops and cast the same kind of venom upon those groups who do. You know who you are. Nonetheless, let’s be really honest about what has become of law enforcement in this country, by and large. It has grown into an entity unto itself. What officer Beetledick and others of his species want – no, not want. Demand – is not respect. They expect to be revered and feared. We are to kneel down and lick their boots on demand. That is what they mean by respect for the law.

 

Well I don’t respect the law, then, officer Beetledick, but we didn’t have the throw down you were looking for. You were trying to bait me because I’m sure that you could sense that I despise and loathe you and those of your ilk with every fiber of my being. You call yourselves officers of the law. Bull shit! You’re all nothing but hired thugs. If you didn’t do this for the state you’d do it for anyone else that would hire you. Most of you don’t have the brains to freelance. I didn’t fall in your trap because you’re not worth the hassle. I learned that lesson a long time ago about wrestling with pigs: always remember that win, lose or draw, the pig is enjoying it.

 

 

This has infected all of law enforcement. When Abe Lincoln was president they kept pigs on the White House lawn. Now all of the pigs are over at the FBI and, by extension, the office of special counsel Robert Mueller. What Mueller is doing is fishing and just like officer Beetledick HE’S GOT JACK SHIT. How many more times are we going to discover that they are just making it up as they go along? Rules? What rules? They just do what they fucking please and it goes on. It has to stop. It all has to stop. We have become a police state. This year I only had to get ten minutes in to Independence Day to discover what living in the land of the free is really all about.

 



 

 

 

Comments

The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 2:44am
I have gone to ground, friends. I was asked to submit something and I've stopped to look in while I am up for air for a few days. I've been occupied with other things and continue to write, but will remain mostly absent from these pages. Good to see/hear from you all!
opher goodwin Added Jul 8, 2018 - 5:10am
Hi Burger - good to hear from you. I've missed you. Nicely written piece too. I think we've all had that type of experience haven't we? If your skin had been darker it might have been a lot nastier too!
Leroy Added Jul 8, 2018 - 6:30am
Excellent article, TBH.  It took living outside the country for a while to realize what a police state the US has become. 
 
A colleague of mine got pulled over by a young officer returning from the beach.  This officer, according to him, was looking for respect.  He wanted to be addressed as "Sir," which my colleague refused to do.  My colleague has a problem with authority figures.  He gets the maximum fine for speeding for being a jerk.  I learned long ago to play the game.  But, that is not the end of the story.  As he goes further down the road, he gets pulled over in another country.  He explains to the officer that he had already been pulled over once already and fined for speeding and asked for a break.  Don't do that.  The officer responded, "Oh!  You didn't learn the first time, did you?  Let's see if I can fix that."
 
Talking about a pretext to pull you over, in my early twenties, I passed by an officer hiding around a building in the wee hours of the morning on a lonely road.  He pulls out and follows me for quite a while.  I came across an object in the road.  I had no choice but to maneuver around it.  He did the same, then pulled me over.  That was my first encounter since the rules of engagement changed.  I got out of my truck and walked towards the officer, previously considered the polite thing to do.  He goes for his gun.  I raise my hands.  He quickly sees that I am not a threat and relaxes.  He asks me why I thought he pulled me over.  I said it was for dodging the object in the road and he agreed.  I added, "I noticed you did the same," and he agreed.  He assumed that I was up to no good, and he might have been right if it had happened five hours earlier.  I licked his boots and he let me go.  He had nothing.
opher goodwin Added Jul 8, 2018 - 6:57am
I too got pulled over a number of times when I was in the States. They usually bust me but one cop let me off because he liked my accent. What a nice guy.
Stone-Eater Added Jul 8, 2018 - 6:58am
TBH
 
Habe dich vermisst :)
 
Happened to me too. But that was back in 1984....is that a sign ? ;)
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 7:03am
Leave it to the self avowed lefty to introduce race into the equation. Thanks for that contribution, Opher. I can always count on you to keep me up to date with the latest PC script :) 
How ya been, old man?
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 7:15am
Leroy - I have taken GREAT pains to get myself in a place where I don't ever need to deal with any of this, except where I may need to go and acquire certain materials. On those occasions I have one vehicle and one vehicle only that I use for this purpose. It is properly registered within the applicable jurisdiction and is meticulously maintained to be in roadworthy order. I will give them nothing. I only risk an encounter  for the sum total time of about one half of a day, once a month. Soon it will be only once per quarter and eventually never. Where I have landed is where they will plant me.
 
From the song Ship of Fools, by the band World Party, circa 1989:
 
Save me! Save me from tomorrow. I don't want to sail with this ship of fools
 
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 7:21am
Yeah, that accent always wins a lot of friends here, Opher. Especially the women. I'm sure you found that while you were here too :)
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 7:32am
Stone - Du sollst so bald wie moeglich zu Afrika ausfliehen! (richtig? fliehen?) Du bist hoffentlich schon in Afrika zuruckgekommen? Ich sehe sehr, sehr hasslicher Zeiten fur Europa hin. Und bald, sehr nahe. Verstehst du? 
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 7:36am
usw....Lieber Gott! Was ist hier mit WB passiert? So ein....was? Ich kann keine wort dafur finden. Mensch!
Ian Thorpe Added Jul 8, 2018 - 9:43am
Good to see you Burghal, any chane of providing a link or two so those of us who enjoy quality writing?
Most WB threads I look in these days remind me of the catchphrase used by Larry Grayson, a gay British comedian in the 70s and 80s who'd walk on stage, run a finger over the mic stand or some prop and say "Look at the muck in here." If you stick around you might notice standards have slipped somwhat.
I remember Hazzard county too, (always preferred the Trans Am in Knight Rider to the Dikes car,) the little fat man, the sheriff (didn't he have a half wit sidekick?) and an actress with legs longer than the Mississippi, Daisy I think.
 
Life was simpler and, I think, happier. That could be a cue for the classical liberals amongst us to start waxing lyrical about the merits of small government and localism.

Britain is becoming a police state too, with our boys in blue enthusiastically pursuing those accused or suspected of 'hate crimes' or otherwise failing to comply with regulations, but being rather reticent in dealing with the kind of crimes that imply the perps might have guns,knives or baseball bats with nails through the end.
We see similar trends in other fields to, with the ever more centralised government constantly collaborating with global corporations while making life increasingly difficult for small, independent businesses.
Mustafa Kemal Added Jul 8, 2018 - 9:45am
Burghal Hidage,
I cant tell you how many times I have missed you lately. I hope your present digs are serving you well. Welcome back.
 
I am away from home this year and missed a 4th of July celebration this year so when yours showed up I grabbed a nice hot cup of Oolong tea and sat down for a nice little ride with Hunter and a boar hound. And I was not disappointed. For the first half you had me enthralled,, but then you got your interaction with officer Beetledick   and from then it was not so fun but instead a rather accurate description what the land of the free has become.
 
 I had a much different experience this year. I skyped my wife at home and she told me that she went to the indian casino with her sister and it was jam packed. I remarked something like
"Well nothing like patriotic ferver to get people to throw their money into slot machines' and asked here  if  many of them had star spangled red white and blue outfits on. She said, oh, they were everywhere. 
 
It was the first time I wished i could have gone to a casino, just to watch all those red white and blue star spangled slot machine players celebrating the land of the free and home of the brave.  Next time, for the occasion I may get me a little video recorder and send the copy to David Lynch.
 
Mustafa
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 9:56am
Ian and Mustafa - Thanks both. Ian I will furnish a link when things are properly running. I have a lot else going on and work on the Inn is in the capable hands (?) of others at this time. When I'm not working on the land, which is rather a lot at this time of year, I devote myself to producing content. My colleague Celeste is carrying that ball at the moment and she is otherwise gainfully employed, so thats kind of a part time thing at the moment. In the meantime should either of you (or any for that matter) wish to be posted regularly furnish an e-mail and I would happily oblige. I am not nor will I be on any form of social media as FB, LinkedIn and the like.
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 9:59am
I will still, from time to time, have a post here. Just a lot less often and... I wont have time or opportunity to stay engaged in the threads, which as we know is contrary to the rules :)
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 10:04am
When above ground I take to my Talking Heads Life During Wartime
mode: I work in the night time, sleep in the day time. This ain't no party. This ain't no disco. This ain't no fuckin' around.
 
Gonna sleep a while. See you folks tonight and over the next couple of days, then back to the compound :)
Ric Wells Added Jul 8, 2018 - 10:11am
TBH mike drop. Excellent piece. 
opher goodwin Added Jul 8, 2018 - 10:24am
Well I think it was my wife that got us off really. She beguiled him.
Neil Lock Added Jul 8, 2018 - 10:57am
TBH, great to have you back. If only for a while. This place has deteriorated while you've been away, particularly because of idiots trying to drive wedges between people on political and religious grounds. But I've just (minutes ago!) published a piece which makes affectionate fun of US culture. Go check it out!
 
I too have experienced bad US cops. On one of my visits to Chicago before I went there to work, I was staying in the best hotel in the suburb. A cop car came up behind me and flashed the lights. As I was only 50 yards from the left turn into the hotel, I carried on and turned. He gave me a speeding lecture, but realized that with the hotel people watching, he couldn't get away with anything more. I was young and innocent back then, and I didn't realize how much danger I would have been in if I'd obeyed the so called "law" and stopped.
Even A Broken Clock Added Jul 8, 2018 - 12:08pm
TBH - great to see you back in print. If you ever find yourself around Charleston, WV, I'd like to meet you in person.
 
You chastised Opher for bringing race into the situation, but let me just say that if you add race to the situation you had, it does explain why the BLM movement began.
James Travil Added Jul 8, 2018 - 12:28pm
TBH, good story, and very educational piece regarding the pork, and I don't mean the BBQ. 
opher goodwin Added Jul 8, 2018 - 12:43pm
Well Burger - I'm doing great - I recently finished a great Sci-fi novel which I am re-editing, published another novel and am just putting the finishing touches to my ninth anthology of poems which will be out later this month. Busy times.
opher goodwin Added Jul 8, 2018 - 12:44pm
EABC - it sure does. Some of my friends of colour have had a hard time! If a shake-down is scary for a white guy it can be life and death for a black guy.
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 1:09pm
Never once in my story did I name the BLM group, and yet here we are. I can only surmise, then, that with their introduction into this discussion there is the tacit acknowledgement from those making that introduction that the BLM group does indeed advocate for the random killing of cops?
Jeff Michka Added Jul 8, 2018 - 1:13pm
Welll, Domesday book is back with a rightist tale for stoking rightist morale on WB.  Spreading race and class hatred isn't enough.  Was Domesday's invitation properly engraved?  Shit article Domesday.  Have a crappy day, huh.   Love "...friends of colour."  So, "some of your best friends are black," Domesday?
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 1:14pm
events which involved police interaction, sometimes what may have been abuse and sometimes not, are surely the inspiration or seed of BLM, but it has since become one more cause hijacked by others with an ulterior motive. In the case of Ferguson it was an utter fabrication, this has been established irrefutably. It is a sideshow to divert attention from the real problem, which the perversion of law and the abuse of police powers. That, gentlemen, is the real issue here and it does not make a distinction for skin color.
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 1:16pm
Um, Mich buddy, sorry. Scroll up, look again. It was not I who used the term people of colour.
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 1:17pm
go smoke a bowl. you'll feel better. I just burned some and I can even stand talking to you! :)
Ryan Messano Added Jul 8, 2018 - 1:17pm
 
Anyone who can do basic math knows BLM matter is a hoax.  Badlose isn't from America and is fooled by the lamestream media.  A black man is 18.5 times more likely to kill a police officer than a police officer is to kill a black man.  Further, from 1990 to 2008, the black population, comprising 12% of America, was responsible for 52% of all murders. 
Black on black crime rates tell the tale.  Also, the stats on police shooting blacks tell another story.
 
Leftists deriding these stats will have no other reliable stats to discredit them.
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 1:29pm
Ryan- I agree with you, not because of anything you have cited, but for the reasons given above. Of course they have no reliable facts. You make the sad error of assuming that they have any interest in dealing in facts. Facts are inflexible, they are inconvenient to the script. I might recommend that bowl for you too. Man you are wound tight. It must really suck to be you. You really should try getting baked. 
Jeff Michka Added Jul 8, 2018 - 1:41pm
ardon, Domesday comicbook...opher made that comment, normally, a statement made by folks trying to show they aren't racist.  opher is not a racist.  Are you, Domesday?
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 1:44pm
Oh, and Mich..... wrong century, wrong royal line, pal. That was William the Norman (not a Saxon) and a century later. Damn! Thats twice already. Don't go all John G on me or I'll just have to ignore you
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 1:56pm
Ric - thank you. means a lot coming from you
 
EABC - Thank you and good to hear from another hill jack :)
 
Annnndd.....Neil! Mr. Lock. We still have you and Ian fighting the good fight on that side of the pond!
 
Thanks all for reading. Even you Jeff :)
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 8, 2018 - 2:02pm
EABC -  I could surface in Charleston at some point. We could spend hours on botany. And I really need to pick that brain of your chem engineering background. Not for anything illicit, mind you. I am interested in properly developing some processes for things I want to be able to do myself. Things currently outside of my skill set
Ian Thorpe Added Jul 8, 2018 - 2:37pm
Burghal,
You can email me on edbuttuk@yahoo.com, that's not my main email but I check it every few days. I'll be very happy to get notifications of new publications.
Like you I prefer creating content (including audio and video as well as the written word) to spending time giving comment threads CPR, so I have a dilemma with this site. I want to support Autumn's stance in support of free speech, but wish the commenting policy was more flexible.
Lindsay Wheeler Added Jul 8, 2018 - 3:24pm
I sense a bit of anarchism in the story. Burghal Hidage is typical of many Americans brought up on American Revolutionary stories. I too echoed Hidage's sentiments. 
 
But no more. 
 
I began in my forties of reading classical literature about the Greeks and the Romans. They didn't have those sentiments. They come from a different time and place. And in my wide reading, I came across this statement from Plutarch, a priest of Apollo at Delphi.
 
"We are not here to give the laws...but in order to obey the commands of the gods". 
 
Reading that gave me pause and that stopped me in my tracks. That statement cured me of my American revolutionary sentiments of hatred toward authority. I am now a completely different person who has deprogrammed myself from anarchism and hatred. I have now respect for the police and authority. In the past, I would have been as surly as Hidage but now, I'm free from anxiety, fear, hatred, animosity. I've returned to normalcy; I'm at peace with the world. Hidage is not--seeing that he must "escape". Please meditate on Plutarch, a pagan priest's statement for it is healing potion. 
 
"We are not here to give the laws...but in order to obey the commands of the gods."
 
 
 
William Stockton Added Jul 8, 2018 - 4:58pm
Very, very well written Burghal!
 
I have two cops in my family.  I grew up with these guys and knew them before they were cops. 
They are good, decent people.  Yet I see how their occupation has changed them to be very cynical.  It alarms me and yet gives me insight beyond their new character skin.  I think much of the "bullying" which we "normies" assume from the "pigs" is misinterpreted.  These guys deal with all kinds of crap every day and are constantly under threat.  After some time on the job, having developed healthy cynicism for the general public and several near-misses, they know that a defensive posture is likely to get them killed.  They go on the offense.  Strike preemptively.  We "normies" will see that as a "pig arrogance" mentality when most of the time it is these boots-of-the-law who are in a persistent war with the public.  That just won't change.
 
I think the difference between a good cop and a bad cop has much to do with the individual and how they fundamentally see humans as either good or bad.  If these cops have a good home life, they are much less likely to be a cynical fascist with a badge.
Jeff Michka Added Jul 8, 2018 - 6:07pm
Regardless, you're still the Domesday comicbook to me.  I miss John G, particularly when he pee'd on you and your ego, which was daily.  You've not been missed.
James E. Unekis Added Jul 8, 2018 - 7:02pm
Burgal,
Good post, easy reading because of your writing style.  Nice.
Yes I've witnessed the decline of the police.  I learned, somewhere along the line, that they were trained to de-escalate.  Instead they tend to bully and provoke.
Police are increasingly conducting warrantless home searches.
It may simply be part of the increasing authoritarianism of our government in general.
Child protective services routinely ignore the law.
The TSA started out bad and have only gotten worse.  Now flight attendants are kicking people off airplanes for minor comments or perceived infractions and they aren't even government employees.
What comes next, armed librarians? 
TexasLynn Added Jul 8, 2018 - 7:48pm
Really good, well written article.  Thanks for the contribution.
 
I’ve had good and bad experiences with police who have pulled me over.  Mostly good.  The one bad experience was from a racist black cop in Houston who wrote me no less than five tickets after I rolled through a stop sign.  Being a bit less in control I protested each infraction (except the first) to which he replied, “Tell it to the judge.”
 
I did… and the judge dismissed the other four infractions with a minimum of explanation and proof.  He then asked me about the stop sign and I said, “I ran it.” 
 
He laughed and said, “I’m going to dismiss it too since you had to come down here and deal with this other bullshit.”  I liked that judge. :)
 
Nothing close to your story... but, it's my two cents.
Doug Plumb Added Jul 8, 2018 - 10:12pm
re "The only thing worse than all the pigs in this country are those who adore them. The fawning, pathetic hero worship for anyone who can squeeze their ass into one of those uniforms has just gone too far by half. I’m sorry. I’m not an advocate for going around and killing cops and cast the same kind of venom upon those groups who do. You know who you are. Nonetheless, let’s be really honest about what has become of law enforcement in this country, by and large. It has grown into an entity unto itself. What officer Beetledick and others of his species want – no, not want. Demand – is not respect. They expect to be revered and feared. We are to kneel down and lick their boots on demand. That is what they mean by respect for the law."
 
I had a similar experience a few months ago and I got the respect for the law question. I replied that I had to choose between respect for the law and respect for the uniform, I choose the law. I wouldn't give them ID, they called a short female heavy set supervisor in to wave her member in my face. I finally gave in and showed my ID, and hated myself for it. They would take me in, I'd lose my bicycle because I'd have to leave it at the side of the road.
  They always come so close with me, to getting themselves arrested. They seem to know just when to back off. There was a time when I should have arrested one for assault. I challenged one on it - I said fine, under threat of arrest, we can both be under arrest if you want. One day I will arrest one.

  I wonder what kind of person wears that uniform. I wonder if they have figured out why they live in neighborhoods with docs and lawyers yet. It sure as hell isn't their extensive knowledge of the law.
Jeffry Gilbert Added Jul 8, 2018 - 10:23pm
It is a sideshow to divert attention from the real problem, which the perversion of law and the abuse of police powers
 
Damn skippy 
Jeffry Gilbert Added Jul 8, 2018 - 10:36pm
When last in the land of the formerly free I had a piggy get right in my face drill instructor style demanding to know if I had a problem with authority.
 
When I responded with: "Only when I am forced to exert it" the conversation ended. I'll bet dollars to donuts he's still trying to come up with a response to it.
 
Stupid piggies. 
Flying Junior Added Jul 8, 2018 - 11:55pm
So your whiny ass gets pulled over in the early morning hours of July the 5th?  Max enforcement hour.  Right up there with New Year's Eve.
 
It's just an ordinary traffic stop.  You are not arrested.  Big fucking deal.  Just count your blessings that you are not brown or black.
 
Good to see you again.
Jeffry Gilbert Added Jul 9, 2018 - 12:23am

It's just an ordinary traffic stop.  

 
 
Clearly it wasn't. Mr. Piggy was looking to start some shit with a guy just going about his business noy bothering a soul with the reasonable expectation he won't be fucked with by some POS with a tin badge and an attitude.
 
But hey, those of you who have gold plated knee pads carry on fellating them in an effort to encourage them to violate all of your constitutional guarantees. 
 
Don't forget to wipe your chin.
 
Flying Junior Added Jul 9, 2018 - 12:34am
I never get pulled over.  I have too much to lose.
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 5:25am
FJ you, like Mich Man, seem to have great difficulty in keeping details straight. It was on July 4th, not 5th. I will echo Captain Gilberts fine sentiment. You have apparently graduated to the platinum knee pads
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 5:28am
Too much to lose? What are you hauling in that fucking Prius? Yeah,we all have too much to lose you asshat! Free-dom.
 
I continually marvel at how you have been able to attain such an advanced age, but thanks for reading. Any day I've pissed off a lib I know I'm doing something right
Doug Plumb Added Jul 9, 2018 - 7:33am
lol. Me too. Its good to see you back BH.
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 8:32am
Lindsey - thanks for reading and contributing to the thread.
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 8:40am
James U - I'm sure somewhere that there is a librarian out there who looks nothing at all like Aunt Bea, but more like Charles Bronson and has already placed the RF chips in every volume. 
 
Jello Biafra's cheek of over 40 years ago (can you believe that shit?) has come true in HD living colour:
 
Now it is 1984
Knock-knock at your front door
It's the suede denim Secret Police!
They have come for your uncool niece
Come quietly to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp...
 
Don't you worry it's only a shower...
 
Die on organic poison gas!
 
Kalifornia! Uber Alles! Kalifornia Uber Alles!
Michael B. Added Jul 9, 2018 - 9:02am
Good one, TBH.
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 9:03am
William -  always enjoy talking with you. Your point with regard to the personal experience is well taken and I can relate to this more closely than you know. My father spent 42 years as a law enforcement officer for the state. He was never, on the job or at home, a pig. He had a temperament ideally suited to the job: patient, slow to anger and harbored no delusions about who he was or what the job was. It was just to keep people within the rules. As a young man we often had disagreements about how the law should be respected. He came from a generation where, no matter what, you always respected the law.
 
He grew up a country man and was assigned to an urban county, serving there through the 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s. Just think about the changes in this country, especially in urban areas, over that span of time. My dad saw PLENTY, believe you me, of things that life on the farm could never have prepared him for. Types of people and behaviors that in his youth simply could not be imagined. He observed it, took it in stride and whatever personal judgement he may have had he simply kept to himself.
 
Even HE, William, in later years came to many of the same conclusions as my own with regard to law enforcement. Not individual officers, the culture of law enforcement. My dad and those of his generation understood that while it was important for people to respect the law, it was incumbent upon them, the men who wore the uniform, to insure that the law as presented in their person was worthy of that respect
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 9:06am
If you pass enough law you can make all a criminal. The law has to have currency. Law, like currency, when generated superfluously becomes devalued
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 9:11am
And this must be so, because time and time again our lawmakers and those entrusted with the authority to enforce those laws act with utter contempt for the law. The rules do not apply to them. When they are caught cold on the carpet they shrug and smirk at us with the confidence that no matter what they get to skate. And they get to choose who does or does not get to skate, with no regard to evidence or due process. They wipe their soggy bums with the 14th amendment every day. Equal protection under the law is a lie. 
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 9:19am
While I understand your personal associates' cynicism I would offer something that you might share with them. (no, not the middle finger) The next time they are feeling jaded about what they must face they should pause a moment to consider this truth: the police officers we saw on our TV screens in the Jim Crow south, loosing the dogs and the firehoses on peaceful civil rights demonstrators in the 60s, were only enforcing the law. A law written and duly passed by their state's legislators. Does this make them an accomplice to the crime and are they more guilty by virtue of having enjoyed doing it?
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 9:52am
Michael B! You miscreant! Still eyeing little girls in the park, are we?
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 9:54am
You are a prolific vulgarian. I admire that in a person. We need more like you :)
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 10:00am
Where's your partner in crime, Mr. Shatner?
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 10:01am
not heard from the old gunboat in a while
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 11:21am
The US Justice Department is no more about Justice than Orwell's Ministries of Truth or Love were anything about either of those priceless commodities. How about some citizen justice, eh? How 'bout we round these thugs up, give 'em a trial and then start working on some creative sentencing?
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 11:29am
Here are a few ideas:
 
For high crimes of treason committed against the People, this court sentences you, Andrew McCabe, to be sold to the Russian Mafia where you shall be summarily drugged and whored out for the rest of your natural life as the cum dump for a gay porn creampie gangbang video.
 
No? Too far? <sigh> Well I do try. Let's see....we already covered St. James the Pious, check. Uh, Harry Reid, check. I'll need to work on this....
Stone-Eater Added Jul 9, 2018 - 12:06pm
TBH
 
You liked Walter Matthau ? Me too. He looked like a dog and in age I start looking like him - or your dog LOL
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 9, 2018 - 1:11pm
From the film The Couch Trip with Dan Akroyd and Walter Matthau:
 
They are on the lam from a mental institution, preparing to check into a hotel. On the way inside Matthau asks Akroyd "Does this hotel have cable television?"  Akroyd replies, " I don't know. Why?" Matthau replies, "I haven't watched network television without my medication in ten years. I'm not about to start now"
 
Matthau was fabulous. Few had better comic delivery. And yes, my hound is named for the homely visage he bears :)
Ward Tipton Added Jul 13, 2018 - 10:53pm
An excellent story, ringing constantly of truth ... and kinda nice to know I am not the only mountain William hereabouts! 
The Burghal Hidage Added Jul 14, 2018 - 4:04am
Thanks Ward. We thrive in those places which other eschew, I'm liking it fine, how about you?
William Stockton Added Jul 15, 2018 - 4:10pm
William -  always enjoy talking with you.
 
I am humbly obliged TBH.  
Speaking of my cop relatives . . . you know what is really strange?  One of the cops sits with his back to a wall even at family functions.  This guy is FAMILY amongst FAMILY.  Strange.
 
His guard is up 24/7.  His lives and works amongst the enemy (public) where they are disguised in plain clothes and he is a painted target in uniform.  I just cannot empathize enough with cops and how they are mentally changed and challenged.  I think cops do not get enough mental coaching and assistance.  That is the biggest failure of law enforcement . . . the second failure is to put those guys in a full uniform.

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