Police working to a quota?? Surely not...

**jimbo600** · 10th July 2006, 18:24

Originally Posted by scumdog

Yep, there ARE probably some right twats in the job (Police) out there but judge each guy as an individual rather than what profession they have eh?

After all, if the majority were 'that bad' and the good ones left what would that leave you with??

And a lot of us could do what a lot of you are doing - but not vice-versa.

Every organisation has its wankers. What doesn't help your cause is that if you even fart in the wrong company the media are all over you.

**scumdog** · 10th July 2006, 18:29

Originally Posted by jimbo600

Every organisation has its wankers. What doesn't help your cause is that if you even fart in the wrong company the media are all over you.

Very very true - and it's constant this media bashing of Police.

Time the spread their net to a few other occupations - like pollies for a start.

**Grahameeboy** · 10th July 2006, 18:37

Originally Posted by Dangerous Dane

I'm still new here and I dont want to offend anyone but the sad fact is that of all the police I have encountered, a very large percentage have been machoscistic (sp) egomaniacs who have been more concerned with asserting their authority than actual justice.

Yes, I have encountered some good police who have treated me with respect and as a human being, even some who have fined me have atleast been courteous, as I am to them. I forget these cops in arguements like this due to the shadow thats been cast over my opinion of the police as a whole by the others.

I'm sorry if I have offended you decent cops out there. But if I have offended you I would suggest you all take a look at the kind of police that have caused me the distrust that I have.

(quoted to me from an prominent officer)"The police complaints authority is a very understaffed and overworked facility"

Lets see some of fine revenue go there for a change...

Difficult to say because when you are stopped it could be argued that you turn into reaction mode and whatever the cop says will be misinterpreted......may sound like rubbish...but think about it..I mean when stopped by the cops we don't all go "yippee" do we so our tone may change and create a reaction in the cop etc.......

Authority..well I guess they are the Law.

Justice...well I guess that you have broken the Law and it is really the victims subjective view that reacts.

I mean if some bozzo calls you a wanker you have 2 options......get angry and nail him or just smile and walk away.....so what I am saying is that the cop may look at your reaction/attitude and react to

Just trying to put a different slant on things

**mikey** · 10th July 2006, 19:04

Originally Posted by spudchucka

Welcome, meet winja and mikey.

hey, even though it wasnt you who knocked me off my bike, your still a traffic cop.

traffic cops as lower than people who steal

the last cunt that ripped my house off got her fukn head kicked in. if i did that to you when you gave me a speeding fine i'd be chucked in a cell an the sargent might forget to lock it, an what do you know i'd be paralysed an fucked in the ass.

been ripped off a few times, but i dont go callign the police, they arent going to catch any thiefs, unless they catch them speeding, probably give them a ticket an send them on there way with a few grand worth of my stolen shit in the back

**terbang** · 10th July 2006, 19:06

looks like you cops are getting a bit excited because a lot of people are not so enchanted with your positions. And there are a lot...
I don't like your organisation (the police) though I don't necessarily dislike individuals within it. And if yer ride a bike then you stand a good chance of being a good bloke in my view. Time to cool down for all..

**Dangerous Dane** · 10th July 2006, 19:08

I understand what your saying but I've always been known to treat everyone with respect and courtesy until they prove their not worth it. I've only ever "gone to town" on cops who have gone out of their way to mess with me.

**terbang** · 10th July 2006, 21:14

She didn’t see nor feel it happen, it just happened. The first indication of anything was a quivering voice. The voice of a stranger.

He had been to a Sunday gathering with his mates, he had enjoyed the beer and drag racing. At age 19 he was a veteran of those impromptu and unofficial gatherings where young men flaunted the road laws and drank heavily. He and his type were the boy racers and he enjoyed living life on the edge.
She had been visiting her sister and was eager to get home to her family. Her oldest daughter was cooking the evening meal and she didn’t want to be late. She was the wife of a businessman living a comfortable life on a country life-style block. She was 35 years old and was satisfied with her life. She knew the road well, knew she was a competent driver and allowed her speed to rise. With an urge to explain her late arrival, she looked down and reached for her mobile phone.
As he slowed for the compulsory stop sign, midway through Pink Floyds ‘Us and Them’, he reached to turn up the volume to take full impact of his favourite song.
He failed to stop at the intersection, he wasn’t speeding. Just pissed.
She didn’t see the intersection, she wasn’t drunk. Just speeding.
The front of her car impaled his drivers door at a speed in excess of 100 KPH, killing him instantly. The high speed meeting of steel, rubber, flesh and bone made such a loud bang that it startled a stranger, a farmer tending his cows on his evening milk.

She is trapped in her car, the stranger can see that her injuries are severe and in the fair way that farmers are with life, he knows she is going to die.
Her brain is confused and she cannot move though, with her eyes open, she can see lights and twisted metal. The strangers face is with her, a deeply furrowed brow urges her to remain still and to wait. She is aware of her own blood and there is some pain but it is easing. She is now slowly sinking back into herself and worries about her late dinner appointment. The pain is now gone, the lights have disappeared and there is no more twisted steel. There is the residual sensation of the stranger’s voice and the fading rush of life. She realises that she will not return home and the only thing remaining, as she gently crosses from life to death, is her new voice, the new voice of her soul.

**number33** · 10th July 2006, 21:28

Originally Posted by spudchucka

Keep a seat warm for us please, ya F'n retard!

We're coming to take you away he he ha ha he he we're coming to take you away ha ha he he ha ha

**spudchucka** · 10th July 2006, 22:49

Originally Posted by number33

We're coming to take you away he he ha ha he he we're coming to take you away ha ha he he ha ha

You might as well join my club too.

**Finn** · 10th July 2006, 23:01

410 posts. Glad we got that sorted.

**Grahameeboy** · 11th July 2006, 05:42

Originally Posted by Dangerous Dane

I understand what your saying but I've always been known to treat everyone with respect and courtesy until they prove their not worth it. I've only ever "gone to town" on cops who have gone out of their way to mess with me.

I guess that is your call.........but what did it really achieve?

**Dangerous Dane** · 11th July 2006, 08:33

Well in one case it got me off a charge(I should never have been arrested anyway, missunderstanding) due to the fact that the officer then made such a dick of himself that it could never have been taken seriously due to the possibility of repercussions.

And I've never been someone to let anyone try and maliciously get the better of me.