I hate the cops

Uh oh! some one has made the mistake of assuming there is an objective reason to live. There very well may be no objective point to life, and thus the point is a subjective one for the individual to discover for themselves, who is to say, that some ones life is not valuable to them because they are "ignorant, snobby bitches"?

So long as the life is valuable to the person who's life it is, it is a valuable life... unless of course you believe in God AND you believe s/he has a particular criteria for valuing life OR you believe there is another objective reason for living that translates into value for a life (such a bio ethics).

P.S.
Cops aren't all evil demons, but most of them do seem to be simple minded dicks.

 

Eggzakly, and those are the ones I have a problem with, because they care nothing about the individual lives they affect. They only care about the laws that were created by SOMEONE ELSE. It's one thing if they enforce the laws that they believe are just and practical, but most of them enforce laws that even they don't believe in, just because they are told that they are supposed to. THAT makes them piece-of-shit lemming bitches who don't deserve to live.

I have more respect for a cop who arrests someone for possession of marijuana when they dislike marijuana and think it should be illegal than I do for a cop who loves marijuana, but still arrests people for possession of personal-use marijuana.

 

Blah blah blah, i don't disagree with that, i was disagreeing with your statement that a child is better off with no parents than cops for parents because they will become ignorant, snobby bitches.

 

windy day and cigarette buts often mean fire if it's dry enough. i carry a water bottle with me. in SoCal you could get a $2500 fine for tossing a butt out the window if you get caught. not so bad, really.

 

I have an opposite story...although it involves despising a Northern Irish security company so its close enough



Went up to a festival last year with a few friends, they managed to get work there but being 17 at the time I wasnt able to and after hitching 4 hours for it I was hardly going to turn around and head home, so it was back to the usual shite of sneaking in.

Anyway over the course of the 3 days I got caught sneaking in twice, I got in succesfully 3 times but from the first encounter with security (involving my first experience with ketamine on top of quite a few cans) they recognised me.
I managed to get back in on Saturday morning and had a few tabs of acid with some friends. Anyway, two hours later Im getting kicked out and obviously not really too sure about what was going on.

This festival is in the middle of the countryside by the way. I told security (who each time being caught have violently thrown me into the back of their van to drive me out) that I was going to sleep in my friends camper van in the parking field. They said that was fine so long as they didnt see me on festival grounds again.

So Im walking into the parking field and heading towards the camper van (still heavily tripping) when all of a sudden Im grabbed by the scruff of my neck and put in a headlock.

I hear a voice behind me speaking into a walkie talkie saying they have the guy theyre looking for. Im dragged by my neck back across the field to the road where Im met by security waiting by their van, this one bitch dyke security guard gets right in my face screaming at me about being on festival grounds even though they told me I could go to the car park. I start to protest as do some of the staff that see whats going on. All of a sudden Im punched in the face, thrown into the van and the back of my head is stood on, pushing my face onto the metal floor.

Im lightly kicked a few times while we drive down the road. This whole event sticks vividly with me as its not something thats exactly fun to experience while tripping heavily.

They take me two miles away to a police checkpoint on the road where Im thrown out and they drive off. The police come over, a gairda and a ban gairda (guy and girl cop) and ask me if Im alright.

I tell them that Im tripping and just been needlessly beaten. They ask where Im from and what Im going to do. I tell them I live 4 hours away and that Ill probably just sleep in a field for the night and hitch home.

They said that they couldnt let me do that and gave me their packed lunch and called for a paddy wagon (riot van). They put me in the back and told me to keep my head down. I did as they asked and they said they were smuggling me back into the festival and not to let security see me.

The rest of the festival was perfect. Ever since then Ive never judged the gairdí by their uniform. Some are sound, some are cunts. Same with every profession in life.

 

NICE!!! I highly doubt that would happen in the states though.