I don't like having to stop for having done nothing wrong. What I meant by good encounter was that last time I had an 'official' interaction with police, they disarmed me, unloaded my weapon and searched my car simply because I was in an empty parking lot eating my lunch.
This time, it was a 'routine' license check, the officer was polite (unlike the last time I hit a license check) and the officer didn't call his buddy over, have me get out of my car, and disarm me before checking my ID. THAT was the 'good encounter' part.
If I had my way, I would never see an officer standing outside my car unless I had been in an accident, or he was directing traffic around an accident. Not that I don't appreciate them and what they do- I just don't want to have to be stopped and my credentials checked for no reason.
So, instead of complaining about a simple license check, can we not just appreciate that the officer respected myself, my wife, and the fact that I have a right to carry a concealed weapon without making life difficult?
In short....he did his job. Next time I am at a Walmart and I get correct change I will notify the manager what a bang up job they are doing:smile:
I get your point but I do not give kudos to someone that does nothing more or less than they suppose to. This is turning into a "everybody gets an award" country.
DUI ROAD TEST-- ABC Backwards, Dancing, Cowboy - YouTube comes to mind...
Smelling of gold and blood and flame
and he paced our bricks with a diffident air
and built his frame on the courthouse square
The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door
And we wondered, whenever we had the time.
Who the criminal, what the crime
That the Hangman judged with the yellow twist
of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
And innocent though we were, with dread,
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead:
Till one cried: "Hangman, who is he
For whom you raise the gallows-tree?"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
"He who serves me best," said he,
"Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree."
And he stepped down. and laid his hand
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another's grief
At the Hangman's hand was our relief
And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn
By tomorrow's sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke.
Out of respect for his Hangman's cloak.
The next day's sun looked mildly down
On roof and street in our quiet town
And stark and black in the morning air,
The gallows-tree on the courthouse square.
And the Hangman stood at his usual stand
With the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
And his air so knowing and business like.
And we cried, "Hangman, have you not done
Yesterday. with the alien one?"
Then we fell silent, and stood amazed,
"Oh, not for him was the gallows raised."
He laughed a laugh as he looked at us: "
… Did you think I'd gone to all this fuss
To hang one man? That's a thing I do
To stretch a rope when the rope is new."
Then one cried "Murder!" One cried "Shame!"
And into our midst the Hangman came
To that man's place. "Do you hold," said he,
"with him that was meant for the gallows-tree?"
And he laid his hand on that one's arm.
And we shrank back in quick alarm,
And we gave him way, and no one spoke
Out of fear of his Hangman's cloak.
That night we saw with dread surprise
The Hangman's scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute
The gallows-tree had taken root;
Now as wide, or a little more,
Than the steps that led to the courthouse door,
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
Halfway up on the courthouse wall.
3. The third he took-we had all heard tell
Was a user and infidel, and
"What," said the Hangman "have you to do
With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?"
And we cried out, "Is this one he
Who has served you well and faithfully?"
The Hangman smiled: "It's a clever scheme
to try the strength of the gallows-beam."
The fourth man's dark, accusing song
Had scratched out comfort hard and long;
And what concern, he gave us back.
"Have you for the doomed--the doomed and black?"
The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again,
"Hangman, Hangman, is this the last?"
"It's a trick," he said. "that we hangmen know
For easing the trap when the trap springs slow."
And so we ceased, and asked no more,
As the Hangman tallied his bloody score:
And sun by sun, and night by night,
The gallows grew to monstrous height.
The wings of the scaffold opened wide
Till they covered the square from side to side:
And the monster cross-beam, looking down.
Cast its shadow across the town
Then through the town the Hangman came
And called in the empty streets my name-
And I looked at the gallows soaring tall
And thought, "There is no one left at all
For hanging." And so he calls to me
To help pull down the gallows-tree.
And I went out with right good hope
To the Hangman's tree and the Hangman's rope.
He smiled at me as I came down
To the courthouse square through the silent town.
And supple and stretched in his busy hand
Was the yellow twist of the strand.
And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap
And it sprang down with a ready snap
And then with a smile of awful command
He laid his hand upon my hand.
"You tricked me. Hangman!," I shouted then.
"That your scaffold was built for other men …
And I no henchman of yours," I cried,
"You lied to me. Hangman. foully lied!"
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
"Lied to you? Tricked you?" he said. "Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true"
The scaffold was raised for none but you.
For who has served me more faithfully
Then you with your coward's hope?" said he,
"And where are the others that might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?,"
"Dead," I whispered, and sadly
"Murdered," the Hangman corrected me:
"First the alien, then the Jew …
I did no more than you let me do."
Beneath the beam that blocked the sky.
No one had stood so alone as I
And the Hangman strapped me, and no voice there
Cried "Stay!" for me in the empty square
When we do not stand up against the injustice in this world because it does not apply to us and we have done nothing wrong, eventually they will come for us and there will be no one left to stand with us. Being so "ok" with a fourth amendment violation because it takes drunks off the street eventually turns into them coming for you when you do something that they do not like.
My recent police encounter was a pretty good one.
I had a flat tire on the interstate. I locked my pistol in the console when I was climbing under the Suburban to get the tire and put the jack in place. A trooper stopped behind me with his lights flashing. He helped me when my jack was not tall enough (the one that came with the car), by pulling a floor jack from his trunk. I still had my holster on. I mentioned to him that I had it on but the gun was in the console. He said that I didn't need to tell him that. I said that I wanted to let him know so if he saw my holster that he wouldn't get nervous. He was very nonchalant about it all.
Tire fixed, I went on my way and thanked him for the help.
I've had nothing but great experiences with the police. You just have to be honest and up front with them and things are a lot easier.
Thanks for posting a positive for our LEO's. Most are hardworking and reasonable individuals doing an often thankless job.
(for those who have forgotten, here is the text)
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.
A license check is an unwarranted search of my papers with no probable cause. I have the right to tell the officer to pound sand and be on my way. I doubt that would go well for me, but thats for the court to decide. The roadblocks have been upheld in court, that does not mean they do not violate the constitution. If an officer sees me walking down the street, does he have the right to stop me just to see who I am? NO. He must have probable cause that I have committed, am committing, or am about to commit a crime. Why then does that same officer have the right to stop me driving down the street just to make sure I have a license??
^^^^^^^^^^^YEP^^^^^^^^^^Chris nailed it,^^^^^^^^^^
4th Amendment Search and Seizure - U.S. Constitution - Findlaw
Fourth Amendment - Search and Seizure
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.
Your auto , in most states is recongnized as an extension of your home.
They aknowledge this even as a place you have a right to be secure , and allow you to protect yourself from those who would prey on you, just as you would in your house.
Would any of you advocate a police officer knocking on you door, demanding you open up, "just so he can accertain" if you are up to no good, or are not doing anything illegal?
Just because it isn't your "Ox being gored" doesn't make it right.
Give them an inch, they will take the the whole racetrack.
Look at it this way. If America frightens you, feel free to live somewhere else. There are plenty of other countries that don't suffer from excessive liberty. America is where the Liberty is.
Liberty is not certified safe." -- gh@c2
"This year will go down in history. For the first time, a civilized nation has full gun registration. Our street will be safer, our police more efficient, and the world will follow our lead into the future!" Adolf Hitler, 1935
Trying to control crime with gun control laws is like trying to reduce drunk driving by making it tougher for sober people to own cars.
"Wrong is wrong, even if everybody is doing it. Right is right, even if nobody is doing it."