“Being Honest Messed Up My Life”

This is my latest for JPFO. When the judge and the police officer who stopped you both say you should have just kept your mouth shut about that firearm you were legally carrying in your state, but which became illegal when you mistakenly took it across a state line, and then insist on prosecuting you…

…there’s something really wrong with the system! REALLY wrong!

via “Being Honest Messed Up My Life”.

4 responses

  1. You gotta love laws that make felons out of honest men and women. Ayn Rand was way more prophetic than Nostradamus or Edgar Casey. It’s too bad the senate Dems sank the national concealed carry reciprocity bill recently. It would have prevented this travesty. http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/politics/2011/11/houses-passes-bill-making-concealed-carry-permits-valid-across-state-lines/

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  2. It seems to me that if the cop says “You should have kept quiet,” then he is expressing sympathy for the person being charged… in which case, why charge them? Last I checked, police have discretion in this sort of thing.

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    1. True Erin- but as I learned the hard way, the majority of the young officers that I was training or were backing me up would just get pissed at me and file the charges whether I would or not. The senior officer as a leader thing worked back up to the 80’s… it’s gone now. The supervisors are more politicians than police especially at the Town Chief and County Sheriff level. This kind of crap where you get support and great reviews based on the number of citations, money generated by property seizures, and how good your busts made the Chief look instead of how many times your discretion saved people, time, and money- well I ain’t one no more. I’ll go to my grave knowing the difference between mala in se and mala prohibita and therein lies police discretion. Anybody know if Galt’s Gulch needs a dog catcher?

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  3. Unfortunately, the culture punishing honesty exists in a lot of places. I got punished for following the rules when I was a police dispatcher in Arizona. I had to have some pretty heavy dental work done, so the result was that I was on pretty heavy pain meds.

    The departmental policy we were given (and required to sign) in orientation stated that if you took anything that may impact your judgment, even something as innocuous as cough syrup, you were required to disclose it to your supervisor at the start of your shift.

    I ran out of sick time while healing (since talking was extremely painful, let alone eating), so I dragged myself into work, took my pain meds when I arrived, and reported the situation to my supervisor, so they could determine if I was fit for duty or assign me clerical work or something.

    They wound up sending me home, since there was nothing else I could reasonably do, and a few days later I was called into the captain’s office and told I was being let go because I was “intoxicated on the job.” Nothing the union could do, so I lost the job.

    Looking back and knowing what I know now, I still would’ve done the same thing, for the simple reason that if I’d kept quiet and not performed up to par, an officer or civilian may have been hurt or, God forbid, killed. I couldn’t have dealt with having that on my conscience.

    Either way, I feel like the lesson a lot of people would take from that is, “Keep your mouth shut and don’t cop to anything you don’t absolutely have to.” The culture in that department punished me for being honest, and being fully honest now, that still rankles even five years later.

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