So calling me and my entire family corrupt, and unaware of it, isn't a personal attack?
When you posted earlier that every cop is bad and has covered up for other bad cops wasn't a attack?
Was I excluded from "every"?
Why can't you understand that "every cop" isn't bad? That maybe, just maybe, there are generational law enforcement families that pride themselves on doing the right thing, which is part of the reason they took that job in the first place.
I know of a few former officers who were fired for spousal battery, and ineligible for employment because they lost their ability to carry a firearm. The law you speak about isn't in the state I worked in. One I was very surprised about, the other was a sleezeball. I know a few who got DUI's, I even know of one who killed someone but he's in federal lockup. I never actually knew of any that covered up anything. Covering for others bad behavior meant you got fired. It just wasn't worth it.
LE are just people. They share the same personality flaws as everyone else. They make the same mistakes as everyone else. The only difference is they usually end up unemployed, whereas the rest of the miscreants can continue with their jobs.
Please show me the statistics that back up your statement about DV's and law enforcement. I've heard others claim that, but have never seen any factual evidence of it. The only things I know of that are statistically higher than average is the work related deaths and suicide rates.
When I get the Arizona house finished, I'd be happy to have the occasional irate traveler stop by for the night. They can use the RV hookups, and we can sit around a fire and have some beer and/or whiskey. I can relate some of the most memorable events of my corrupt career. Like when I did CPR on my dead partner after he was run over by a drunk driving Marine. Or, ten months later when I had to deal with another good friend being killed by another drunk driver a few miles up the freeway. Or, when I was flagged down by a mom with a choking toddler and I cleared his airway. Or, when I dug a dead six year old boy out from under an overturned car and his mouth, nose, ears and eyes were packed with dirt. Then, I got to take my corrupt ass to the hospital and arrest his mother because she was high. Then, I got to hear the DDA try to explain to me that she wasn't going to charge mommy because a jury would feel sorry for her for killing her own kid. And then, I got to go to a civil hearing where the child's father was sueing mommy for not having a car seat. I killed the case when I asked his attorney how he figured his client wasn't equally at fault since he was in the car when mommy crashed, and if they continued with this I would surely be answering that very same question at trial. Or, when my partner and I pulled a suicidal young lady off an overpass, who put up a hell of a fight. Or, when my partner who was later killed (by the drunk Marine) and I came across a suicidal dude hanging off a bridge fence. Steve strolled over and leaned against the fence and engaged him in conversation. He pointed out the drop to the freeway below was only about 25' and he might end up lying there in agony until he gets run over. Suggested he climb back over the fence so we could go find him a taller bridge. He climbed over, then was pissed we tackled him and took him to county mental health instead of to another bridge. Or, when I called a CHP helicopter through my buddy in air-ops to come pick up a young man with a broken femur we came across out in Truckhaven while wheelin. My friend in air-ops is dead, by the way. His CHP issue plane crashed in the Borrego desert. He was a good guy who loved camping and off-roading. He could get an entire group rolling with laughter around the campfire. Or, when I responded to the crash where a woman six months pregnant was burnt to a crisp, while my wife was six months pregnant. Then, I got to listen to the doctor that killed her whine about losing his drivers license. Or, when I took a guy into custody after he crashed his bicycle because he had a major head injury and refused medical attention due to not having insurance. Me taking him into custody because he wasn't able to care for himself meant the state was paying the medical bill and it saved his life. Or, when I arrested the mayor of Ventura and the Oxnard chief of police for DUI, in the same week. Or, when I was working afternoon shift and arrested more DUI's in one month than the entire graveyard shift. Or, when my corrupt ass arrested a sergeant of another department for felony DUI and hit and run. Or, when I arrested my wife's coworkers brother for murder. Or, when I pushed my partner and his DUI suspect over a guardrail to avoid a car coming up the shoulder. Car slammed into the back of our patrol car and was occupied by a shitfaced drunk state corrections officer, who I arrested. Or, when I was making a DUI arrest and his golfing buddy came back to see if he could help. He helped keep his buddy company by sharing the backseat of the patrol car to jail, because he was drunker than his friend. Or, when I arrested my wife's bosses, bossess boss for DUI. OK, that was admittedly funny as hell. Not because I arrested him, he was a nice enough guy, but my wife's horrified reaction when I told her.
I got a million of them...
Edit, wait, one more..
A 6'8", 320 pound guy tried to kill me while we rolled around in the iceplant on the side of an off-ramp because he didn't want to go to prison for his 7th DUI. He tried to take my gun out of the holster. I got him to let go by choking him with one hand and slapping him on the ear as hard as I could with the other until his ear drum blew. I was going to go for his eyes but...A female trucker stopped and broke her 5 cell mag lite over his head while this was going on. She got an award from the state and my eternal gratitude. She looked like Large Marge, but she was a guardian angel. DUI had has his wife blow into his ignition interlock instead of letting her drive. Asshole tried to apologize to me in court and I told him to stay the fuck away from me. His attorney complained and was told to fuck off by my sergeant, who also said he would have shot his client dead. That was the night I quit carrying a secondary or back-up gun. During the fight, I had to keep him off my primary, and I couldn't let go to get to the secondary and shoot him.