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Originally posted by Maverick
It is true that observation is a key skill of Police, but tell me, just what characteristic is it that you look for to determine within a couple seconds that a subject is mentally challenged.
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I dunno. I'm wondering what characteristic the cop looked for before he pounded the kid's head into the hood. Spoken like a true Monday morning quarterback. Perhaps it really is a damn shame that we have to use real people to make cops. I'm sure you'd be happier with artificial life forms, if any existed in that category.
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If you feel creepy talking to a cop, it's your problem, not the cops. I have never had that feeling.
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Never? Not even when you were 22 and out at 3AM with a flashlight pointed at your face? Not with your heart racing as you went through the quick inventory thinking, "What's he looking for? Have I done something wrong? Are the tail lights working? Does my breath smell like beer?"
At 40, the police don't trouble me. I don't fit the profile anymore
Nope. Only time I was scared was when I was stopped at 17 for speeding. I just knew my mom (dad died many years before) would pull my license if I got a ticket and the prom was 2 nights away.
I got a warning,from a Motor Cop no less, and got to keep driving.
Later on my own the cops never were a problem as there was nothing I was doing that was cause to be scared about. Like I said, your problem, not the cops.
Perhaps the fact that I had a couple relatives in Law Enforcement and knew they were people, not ogres was the difference. At least that was what I was taught and my experiance verified that. My first motorcycle ride was from a good friend of te family. He tossed me on the back of his Police bike and drove me around the block.
I still remember that day. Later I was proud to have a motor assigned to me with the same number as his. I stood as a volunteer honor guard at his funeral many years later.
YMMV