I did not know that testing was mandatory in Vegas. The nice lady just said “And we are going to need to draw some blood.” I just remember reading that you should always refuse this. So I just said “No”. These 2 really big guys immediately extracted me from my chair, on to the floor, they sat on me, and it was needle in my arm in about 10 seconds. You could tell they had this down to a science.
I just needed taco shells. Jeesh.
I left Vegas because of this. And I dearly miss the cute Gypsy girls I met there.
Yep. I remember in a criminal justice course (taught by a former LVMPD officer), how the professor cackled with glee when he would tell us how much power he had over us. He would say things like, “And we can search your car anytime.” To which people responded, “That’s against the 4th amendment.” So he would say:
“So you say. So, all I do is say I smell something funny, and have to take you in for questioning. In the meantime I impound your vehicle, since you can’t leave it on the street. Well, my buddies at the impound yard have to make sure it’s safe, and that there’s nothing dangerous inside. So say they strip down the panels, and cut out the seat covers, etc. Oh, one way or another I get what I want. We don’t have to put the car back together, but we can take it apart all we want, just to be sure. ::wink:: ::wink:: You try and make it hard to get what I want, and I’ll make sure you regret it (something to that effect.”
There was lots more that he would say than that, but I never, ever forgot some of the things I learned in that class. #1. Never trust a cop. I am all for county sheriff’s and their deputies, who we get to vote in and out. But never, ever, EVER, unionized municipal, unaccountable thugs. Never.
Yep. I remember in a criminal justice course (taught by a former LVMPD officer), how the professor cackled with glee when he would tell us how much power he had over us. He would say things like, “And we can search your car anytime.” To which people responded, “That’s against the 4th amendment.” So he would say:
“So you say. So, all I do is say I smell something funny, and have to take you in for questioning. In the meantime I impound your vehicle, since you can’t leave it on the street. Well, my buddies at the impound yard have to make sure it’s safe, and that there’s nothing dangerous inside. So say they strip down the panels, and cut out the seat covers, etc. Oh, one way or another I get what I want. We don’t have to put the car back together, but we can take it apart all we want, just to be sure. ::wink:: ::wink:: You try and make it hard to get what I want, and I’ll make sure you regret it (something to that effect.”
There was lots more that he would say than that, but I never, ever forgot some of the things I learned in that class. #1. Never trust a cop. I am all for county sheriff’s and their deputies, who we get to vote in and out. But never, ever, EVER, unionized municipal, unaccountable thugs. Never.