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Originally Posted by Robbie
I have a lot of buddies who are cops...here in Vegas, over in South Carolina, and several members of my family back in Florida.
Rochard, you BETTER be in fear of the police! lol
Every cop I know LIVES for the possibility of confrontation. And they will beat your ass to the ground over nothing.
It's just human nature. The courts have given the cops unlimited power on the scene (yeah, you can "win" in court...but you still got your ass beaten and sometimes KILLED on the scene), and that kind of power just naturally goes to your head.
Hell, I'd like to say that I would be a "good" cop and never do that. But I'd probably put that uniform on, realize I could get away with damn near anything...and then be just like the rest of them.
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You have to be a certain type of person to be a copper, and that loving confrontation is just one small part of it. Dunno how it goes over in the US, but you get stopped here and pretty much guaranteed the 1st question is "do you know why I stopped you?". That 'question' is designed to get you on the back foot straightaway, and shift the control to the old bill. They don't like the answer (especially when it's 'wait, don't tell me, let me just guess, I can get this if you give me enough time, or a clue - maybe two of them') and their 2nd question is "waht's with the bad attitude". Yeah, like I'm kicking my fucking heels with joy at being randomly stopped because some cunt is bored.
All old bill are control freak power tripping egotists with a superiority complex (yeah I know it's redundant). It's just the nature of what's required to be one. This is the ultimate test of whether a copper is a class A cunt:
woman speeding doing 100mph turns out to be the copper's mum. He:
a) nicks her anyway, and shows being a jobsworth is more important than ensuring his mum doesn't get a driving ban
b) lets it slide, and ignores any oath to uphold the law, deciding he/she is the one to decide who gets punished
^ = you can't be a copper without being a cunt. Fact!
Anyway, carry on...