Case of the very creepy koppers

“I will supplement it (my report) and use very flowery language.” Here.

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Related: On our way to the police state via insidious encroachments: more creepy koppers.

Bravery in blue, or in the words of the macho koppers, this nearly 90 year old sickly bitch tethered to the oxygen machine was just asking for a good taze job and some good clobbering and some metal bracelets across those black-bluish bony wrists: the bitch was damnwell manifesting an aggressive posture

Increasingly (I’ve read probably a hundred police brutality stories this past year), this is the state of American police, in this particular story, the El Reno, Oaklahoma police: The tactical situation was daunting; at this

Keystone Kops victim

point, the police had only a 10-1 advantage over a subject who — according to Duran’s official report — had taken an “aggressive posture” in her hospital bed. The sacred imperative of “officer safety” dictated that the subject be thoroughly softened up in order to minimize resistance…Understandably alarmed — and probably more than a little disgusted — by the presence of uninvited armed strangers [police] in her home, Lona ordered them to leave. This directive, issued by a fragile female octogenarian confined to a hospital-style bed and tethered to an oxygen tank, was interpreted as “aggressive” behavior by Officer Thomas Duran, who ordered one of his associates : “Taser her!” … Here and here and here. Looks like they’re onto us overseas.

Police give their account here (don’t believe a word of it: it’s manipulated procedural defense language, as in “she [86 year old bedridden oxygen tank connected granny] took  a more aggressive posture on the bed” when other officers arrived. He reported she raised the knife above her head and said, “If you come any closer, you’re getting the knife.” He reported he feared she would injure someone.)

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Related: A Kop who  loves tasering old ladies.

Related: Et tu?  Canada initiates police state tactics: at least for the G20.

Accidents, sirens, and ghouls

A pickup truck lay in the northbound lanes, its windshield shattered. A short distance away was 50-year-old Ferdinand Ramirez Villaneuva, whose head had landed about a dozen feet from his body. Even for veteran police officers, seeing a dismemberment up close is unusual – so unusual that one officer snapped a grisly photo of the mutilated body with his camera phone and sent it to someone. It’s unclear how many others saw the photo, but eventually it traveled to people who have no connection to the accident, or to the man who died. I think it’s pretty sick to take pictures of crime scenes when it’s not part of your job,” Ramsey said. “It’s ghoulish. And I can’t figure out why you would want to remember some of that stuff. It’s bad enough that you have to see it in the first place.” Read rest of this article here.

Don’t taze me bro: New koppers’ fun weapon

Crowd pleaser?

Now kops can have the fun of “shotgunning” someone but without the mess.  Can you imagine your local idiot police force having one of these?

Sir, step out of the car. You are being charged with low transmission fluid level.  BAM

Another complaint

Complaint Living in a low crime town. That’s a complaint? Yeah. It is. Just look at the police log here: Cops respond to missing toilet paper in park rest room. Police investigate grafitti on napkin dispenser at rest area. Police seek man who left diner without paying bill  (these are from the actual police log). The list goes on and on. In itself of course living in a low crime town is a good thing. In itself. But over time the cops get antsy. They have new issue 9mm guns in cool black nylon holsters, they have squad cars with the latest computers and iPod type screens covering the entire dashboard. They have electronic equipment so new it still has the price  bar code on it. They are fully federal siren compliant. They wear combat boots. Their uniforms look like Special Forces duds. Their ears jut out with communication antennae. They have a high-speed internet connection in their belt buckles. They  are READY. That’s the big problem. These guys and girls have itchy fingers. Look at them sitting in their cars. They’re developing nervous tics, like pulling at their hair, biting their nails, twitching their eyes, pulling on earlobes. Listen, these hounds want to run. They watch all the big cop show shoot-outs on TV, the big fast adrenalin chases. They’re sniffing for fox. So the problem is this: turn without using your singal light and I swear to god almighty that a SWAT team and six-man K-9 unit will pull up out of the clear blue sky , surround your vehicle like you’re the new Clyde Barrow, and drag you the hell out onto the burning asphalt. Your signal light will be pulled out by the roots for evidence. Strobe lights will make the daylight look like a night time Fourth. Sirens will  blare on so many different levels it’ll sound like NORAD during a Russian nuke attack.  You’ll be tasered, cuffed and tasered again just for the thrill of it. Your neck will be stomped. The barrels of M-16s will be jammed up your auditory canals (and maybe one up your anal canal just for laughs). And about a dozen cops, including a couple of nasty German bow-wows, will piss on you just to show you are one owned piece of shit criminal.

Sir, step out of that vehicle now. Your left signal light has been found to be dysfunctional. We will not tell you again.