The cops can enter, in a midnight raid, without a warrant, and here's how!

[Gman2]

I was asleep, I wake up at midnight, to six cops at my door. They say I have a girl I am battering and a neighbor called the cops when I was throwing her and things around. They said they listened from outside my window and heard a girl crying. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, the cop says that he wants to come in. I say NO. He says he doesnt need a warrant. I say, I I I I, he suggests protest. I say yeah. He says he will search anyhow, and I say I protest, and I cannot physically stop them, so do what they are going to do. He searches.

Oh, did I mention, I am a med MARIJUANA patient? He comes down with 10-19. He says huh, I say, my license is on the sink, in plastic. And it is expired, I am guilty of being too poor to renew it. Did I mention I am a heart patient. The one cop is downstairs with me. He says he has never done it. I said of course. Had you, you wouldnt be a cop. They weed you out{pun}. He says pothead or other. I chide him strongly. I launch into a half hour lecture, professor style, with three cop in attendance. They knew ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about any part of it. Did I mention I was in handcuffs. You have NO Idea how hard it is to lecture with your hands constrained. I told him that unlike most people, that the cannibis is a palliative, in my case, it is a lfe need. It clears my lungs. I told them that if i didnt have it, I would first lose my voice, then, I would live straight up in bed, fighting for a last breath.

As the cop finished doing all the pics and 18 plants and stuff and such, he comes down the stairs, and asks WHO I HAVE IN MY CRAWLSPACE? I say noone. He asks again. I say, JIMMY HOFFA. He says OK smartass. He gets a ladder and goes up. I plead, it is a rental. I was just treating you like a pal. They search further in my home, and mention that it is a nice place, insinuating that I should be doing worse. The guy goes in my garage, and says that I need to sell my nice motorcycle to pay bills. they are VILLIFYING ME. I take command, and lead them thru the treacherous path of industrial disability caused by Bush's lying to us for years about BPA in plastics, did I mention I am a moldmaker, process eng, automation eng. I told them of my plan, to weld, for a living, as I have NO OTHER possibility of employement. I told them that SS Dis. said to die. And then come see them. My emp tried to swindle my unemployment away from me. I had borrowed from family to be able to survive. It was degrading, but it kept them all{as opposed to just one cop, that had to miss the lecture, from rifling thru all my things. And I taught them humility, compassion, empathy, I called them what they were, with their red herrings. As the one I schooled the most was leaving, he showed me emphatically, that there REALLY WAS a call from a neighbor, see here, he points to his laptop!

He gives me some advice back at me. In a snarky way, that in the future, he suggests that I usher cops right in, as the thing that made them suspicious that I had done something atrocious, was that I said NO, "they can not barge in my home at midnight when I was asleep, to check my crawlspace for Jimmy Hoffa. He said not to do that again. I said that if I knew they were pals, I certainly would. Surreal. They leave without saying you are OK. Like stormtroopers.

Did I mention that these same clown patrol tried to pull a scam on me, and made up a traffic law. Then, I go to court, and the judge is in on the scam. I have to pay big. I lead them in court. It is on tape. I am cordial and unoffensive, yet ruthlessly speaking truth to power. I appeal. Very cryptic process. They wont give you any help, and they claim they cannot by law. BS. I claim that they are running a MORDIDA SCAM, after arguing the law. They review the tape, I am lecturing the law to the cop AND the judge. They railroad me. The Attorney General roasts them. Good. I have a purple Mcycle that it occured on. The cop now knows IIIIIIII am the one that took down the scheme. This is all from a cop outland station not half a mile from my home. The cops are going fascism, the further we go to depression. And if you do not educate them, they automatically look for reasons why noone should care about you going away. I guess it comes with the job.

Anyway, the lesson is, if you want to believe that there is still a constitution in effect, I will not dissavail you of your pretty notion. All you have, is, IF YOU ARE LUCKY, some small chance, that posthumously, some of the evidence collected on you will not hold up. After they do exactly what they please. I suggest to all, that when your rights are being infringed by cops, go easy. Protest, and get the hell oughta the way. Be cooperative. Even chatty, in a familiar way. THEN, later, go for blood or whatever. They own you. Get used to it. Go easy with it. Use proper channels, and let's all be careful out there.

[EFerrari]

1. San Mateo Co. Sheriffs broke into my friend's house for failing to appear

to traffic court. They dragged her off to jail barefoot. Her husband is nearly blind, was at work at the time and it was 12 hours before he could get her out.

She never got the notice to appear because THE COUNTY changed all the street numbers on their cul-de-sac and the notice went to the old, non-existent one.

Well, they went to Court and are getting reparations. But, cr@p, if that happened to me, I'd be sleepless for a long, long time. :grr: