Tuesday, March 06, 2007
San Antonio's Finest
Cops,
Coming home today, a black Xterra whipped in front of me; almost hitting a car I was letting into the lane in front of me. Luckily, we didn’t hit.
The driver of the Xterra didn’t like getting honked at, and proceeded to “go all macho” because of it. He followed me down the street. He really got pissed when I laughed at him.
He pulled up beside me and I rolled down my window and asked what his problem was. I told him that I didn’t appreciate being a part of the accident he almost caused. At which point he informed me that it wasn’t his fault. Why wasn’t it his fault? Because he was a police officer! That’s why.
He really seemed to like the word “breau.” He then flashed his badge at me and informed me (breau) that he did this for a living (breau). I wasn’t sure if meant being a police officer, causing accidents or just being stupid.
My bet is on stupid. Breau?
Let me see, cutting into traffic at a high rate of speed and switching lanes without a turn signal. Of course it wouldn’t have been his fault! After all, he’s a police officer! He had his little toy badge to prove it!
The worst part was that he had his little baby in the car with him! Way to go breau! Nothing like a little child endangerment, right breau?
What we have here is some young punk who thinks that a gun and a badge gives him the right to do whatever he wants. Unfortunately, from personal experience, he’s right. Other law enforcement personnel, I won’t call them professionals, just look the other way.
Is it little wonder that many American’s no longer trust the police? Often times the only difference between a cop and a drug dealer is the badge.
One time I reported a cop for reckless driving; the watch commander asked me if I hated cops! Do I? Do you hate a rabid dog when you put him down?
Now trust is another matter…