I Hate Cops

The cop was frisking a kid who looked like Shortie the Dorky Hip Hop Guy and was, obviously, an enormous threat to humanity.  After frisking him, I saw the cop lead the guy back to his car.  Presumably he was being arrested.  I looked closer and saw it was another carbon-copy Texas cop:  shaved head, musclebound, infinitely stupid.  There was a time when the biggest problem was Georgia cops and they always wore mirror sunglasses.  Now they're all like that and they have no more thinking in them than the stooges they used in older times to break picket lines.  Now they just use Reagan's dead ass to break the unions and cops go after freaks ... but they have always enjoyed that, those simple bastards.

My only thinking on getting away from there is what is my checklist.  What is every single thing I have to do to make sure that cop has no reason to fuck with me.  Stoned:  no.  Seatbelt:  yes.  Really fucking bad attitude:  yes.  Anything else?  Think.


P.S.  The last time I got pulled over and not so long ago was because the cop said 'you did not pull out of the filling station correctly.'

In English, that means I wanted to see if I could find cause to search your car.


Euros:  This sort of thing happens constantly.  A huge amount of thinking on the road is to protect yourself from being hassled by cops.  This is quite different from Europe where I hardly ever saw cops in any country I visited.  The most I saw was in England and, given the resemblance to America, that shouldn't be a huge surprise.