Friday, February 23, 2007

Fascist Cop


So I'm driving back to Louisville last Monday. It's some time past 11:00 at night and I'm in Ohio. I pass 3 cop cars all parked right in the breakdown lane. They don't have a single person pulled over - they're just waiting. When I see them, I check my speed. I'm legal. I think about the car I'm driving. Everything about it is legal - registration, inspection; lights are all working.


But there aren't many cars on the road, and as soon as I pass them, they all pull out. One cruises right past me, but another one hangs back just a bit. Though I am totally legal and have done nothing wrong, I know it is just a matter of time before I'm pulled over for something. I don't have long to wait. The blues go on. WTF!!!!


I pull over immediately. I have no idea what excuse this knucklehead will use, but they don't really need one. Rather than come to the driver side window he comes up to the passenger side. Odd I think but I guess he just wants to stay out as far from traffic as possible.


He tells me I was swerving. Yeah sure I was. I always start weaving all about when side by side with a cop. It is something I can't argue. It is pointless to try. He tells me that he just wants to make sure that I am not too tired. I tell him I'm perfectly fine - wide awake - and hold up an empty can of Rock Star as a visual aid to bolster my case. Still he wants my licence, registration, and proof of insurance. It's just procedure I figure.


After about 10 minutes he returns to the drivers side window this time and asks me to get out of the car. I do, but ask him why. He tells me he wants to explain that he is giving me a written warning. I don't know why he can't do that while I'm sitting, but naturally he can do whatever he wants.


I don't understand why I'm even getting a written warning! We have established that I'm not tired. I know I was not swerving. If his job is to serve and protect, I would have been on my way 9 minutes ago. But his job description is apparently to harass and intimidate.


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