July 12, 2005

• Police Officers are Useless Tits.
   
  

  It's funny how opinion can go full circle. From being influenced by the hip-hop culture and reflexively thinking all cops are bad because 'de man be holdin' us down' (How ironic that was, knowing now in retrospect the hidden meanings present in that terminology), to entering a more 'mature' phase where I found myself thinking "Well, yeah, police officers actually do some positive things, catch robbers, rapists and murderers, and have a difficult and dangerous job", to the gradual realization that cops are, indeed, useless tits. My current view dawned on me gradually over the last few years, as it began to sink in that virtually every experience I've had with pigs has been a negative one.

  
  

  To start with, about the closest I've had to 'positive' experiences is being a passenger in a car with a drunken driver and not losing my ride because the officer decided to be lenient on the driver.

  
  

  After that, it goes downhill. There was the time I was going home from work at midnight when a drunken Native approached me on the doorstep, said "I'll break your neck", and tried to break my neck. Responding to my yells, my landlady's son came out and tapped my assailant over the head with a baseball bat. I seized the opportunity to dash downstairs and grab my machete, determined to eliminate this random threat from the neighborhood. The police showed up just then, so I stowed the blade, and they captured the assailant. The lady police officer who took my statement 'assured' me "This guy probably has a history with us, he's probably on record, so we should be able to charge him." What this really told me was "He's been in, and out, and in, and out, and now he's in, and pretty soon, he'll be out again." Sure enough, less than one week later, I received a letter notifying me that James ******* had been released from police custody, and had been told my name and address in order to be warned away from me. My landlady wasn't too happy to hear this - a gentle lady of slight build, whose son was moving out, and who was living all by herself once I moved out, no one to defend her should such a psycho randomly run up on her house once more. Great work, piggos. Psycho goes free and civilians get no security.

  
  

  Then there was the time I was going for a stroll in the forest outside of town with my hunting knife on my belt - one of many times I went so walking, being fond both of long walks and sharp blades. But this time, two police cruisers showed up and began harassing me regarding my knife. It was a twelve-inch blade, worn in plain view; there's a six-inch limit for concealed knives, but no legal size limit for knives worn in plain view. They made some bullsh*t business out of measuring the blade and radioing back to their base, in spite of the fact that there was no legal limit on the lentgh of a visibly worn knife, and they never explained the necessity for measuring it. Then they wouldn't return it to its sheath without first driving me home. Their excuse? They claimed someone had phoned in and complained about the big knife I was wearing.

  
  

  Are you police officers f***ing retarded?

  
  

  When someone phones in with a crank call, you waste my tax dollars harassing someone for something that isn't illegal? For future reference, here's what you do:

  
  

  Crank caller: "Hello police, I saw someone wearing a big knife!"

  
  

  Police: "Is he doing anything illegal with the big knife?"

  
  

  Crank caller: "He's wearing a big knife!"

  
  

  Police: "Is he robbing someone at knifepoint? Is he running up and down the sidewalks jabbing at people with it? Is he doing anything illegal with it?"

  
  

  Crank caller: "He's walking around wearing a big knife!"

  
  

  Police: "Is he doing anything illegal with it?"

  
  

  Crank caller: "... no..."

  
  

  Police: "Well then, why are you tying up our phone lines?" *click*

  
  

  Or, should I start phoning you piggos up and saying garbage like "Officer! There's a pedestrian crossing the street!" "Officer! I saw a girl petting a dog excessively!" "Officer! My neighbor's son didn't tie his shoelaces today!" Maybe I should, my tax dollars are already utterly wasted on you worthless swine.

  
  

  Then there was the time I tried to break up a fight in a local bar, and got my face punched in. Sure, I involved myself, but when there's no bouncers and this psychotic, drunken Skraeling is attacking people at random - at one point hurling a diminutive girl to the floor - you'd think the police should come by to remove the violent troublemaker. The police never even showed up for that one. Maybe I should go hunt the Skraeling down and make him pay the medical bills for installing these titanium plates in my face.

  
  

  And finally, February 18th, 2005, when Corporal Sean McGowan of the BC Thought Crimes unit raided my apartment with four other officers, seizing my $3,000 computer and many other items, including books, papers, and articles of clothing, most of which sported the symbols and images of White Pride. They also stole my replica Hitler Youth knife. They have never provided a satisfactory explanation for the seizure, and have held my property for almost half a year now. the inconvenience to me has been enormous; I have been unable to work on my novel, and my political writing time is now limited and expensive. McGowan had better be prepared to pay damages in addition to returning my property. Especially considering that the political effort his actions are undermining is the White Nationalist movement; a movement already so beleaguered, every setback raises the odds against the survival of the White race. McGowan is thus an accessory to genocide; no better in my view than any common murderer.

  
  

  Remember that, you filthy, murderous swine. Every innocent White girl who has been raped and murdered by the alien tide that has been imposed upon us now has a drop of her blood measured out onto your hands. Your greedy hands, which seek nothing more than to line your pockets with the tax dollars of the very people you oppress and thrust towards final extinction.

  
  

  P.S.: F*** the police. You useless tits.

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