[W]hen Bradley was asked why he took the laptop, he said he was doing Holland a “favor.” “I kept it for his courtesy, like I said with his phone, key and wallet,” Bradley told investigators. “It’s my mistake. I forgot to give him his stuff back and he tracked it.” [More]
And he only got a one-day suspension…? I think that’s what they call “professional courtesy.”
It’s instructive for what they call “top cops,” isn’t it?
And remember: Back the Blue!
[Via Michael G]
So, if the driver was under the influence, pulled over and stopped, why was he instructed by the trooper to move the vehicle to another location that was safer? Would that not imperil others on that road?
Because DUI laws are more about getting people into the system and raising money than safety. Think about it, it is a law you have no idea if you are breaking it or not. Can you tell if your BAC is .05 or .o9? Needs to be a zero tolerance standard or a cause harm standard. Add in the trend of “sober DUIs” where LEOs are enforcing their “not a quota, they don’t exist” quotas.
I agree. I was charged with alcohol related reckless driving. Only I blew a 0.0 on the field, three times. I passed the field sobriety test with no problems. At the hospital they drew blood. 0.0
At the jail, 0.0. All within one hour.
As for reckless driving, I swerved sharply, one time only, to avoid a collision. Some idiot ran up on the dirt shoulder trying to run me off the road.
It cost me $600 to an attorney plus $60 for an eight hour drunk driving school.
I believe the fuzz, courts, and attorneys are coconspirators.
When I told the attorney I hadn’t been drinking, he replied, That’s what they all say. When I said the records show I blew 0.0, he said that is not relevent. The cop said I was so that’s that. Faulty equipment or poorly trained MDs are no match for an officer’s trained eye.
I used to hitchhike a lot. One night officer friendly gave me a lift. He took my backpack for safety. At end of the ride, he was pedal to the metal as soon as I was half out of the open door.
There hadn’t been a radio call. He stole my back pack. When I called the station the feigned ignorance. Back pack, what back pack?