I can tell you from experience that complaining about the police is usually a waste of time. The police came to my home a couple of years ago in the middle of the night, woke me up beating on the door (I think they were about to kick the door in). When I opened my door they were kicking at my dog. My dog was a people dog that liked all people. He would greet the road crews and construction people just like he had knew them all his life.
The police were looking for my drug addict sister. My sister would never stay at my home (she is a drug addict). I hate drugs and what they do to people. The policeman stuck himself with a needle while looking under the dash of my sisterâ??s car. Most of my family is drug addicts so they like to stay on the roads, get lots of tattoos, and take, buy and sell drugs. I don't mess with drugs. I will never understand the legal system. Why would the police let my sister go after he got stuck with a needle?
Anyway I was so mad I couldn't see straight so I gave the police officers an *ss chewing. If they want to harass me on the streets that is fine but they better have a darn good reason to come into my home and wake me up with their guns pointed at me.
The cop that was hiding behind the car with his gun pointed at me is a pilot in the Air Force or Air Force reserve and thinks he is a hot shot. I see his picture in the paper every time he gets another award. I was in the military but I never brag about what rank I made or the awards our unit received. Our crew received the Meritorious Unit Accommodation Award and a lot of awards but we earned them as a team. No one on our team was a hot shot like the police officer.
I think most people see me as a wimp because I don't fight. If I fight I usually get carried away and play for keeps so I avoid fights at all costs. The only way I will fight is if a person lays hands on me and that is where I draw the line. I called the sheriff to complain and he hung up the phone on me. That let me know what kind of people I was dealing with. They were just harassing me and they knew my sister was not at my home.
The police officer that got stuck with a needle did have reason to be worried. My sister and all drug addicts that I know have sex with as many partners as possible. They call it a good sex life. I could have told them my sister has hepatitis and who knows what. I also know so may drug addicts that have AIDS, herpes, and hepatitis.
