Old joke:
"Knock knock."
Who's there?
"Police! Open up! We have a warrant to search the premises!"
[scrambling, stashing bong and reggae records] Shit!
New joke:
"Knock knock."
Who's there?
"Mike, your next door neighbor. The police raided the wrong house when looking for you. I think someone got shot!"
6 comments:
Note to criminals: Add trip-wire to the inside of your doors. Not only will that buy you some time to flush away the evidence, but the slapstick of a falling policeman is priceless!
Note to criminals who use trip wires for extra time: Wear a helmet when making munchie runs, because you will trip over your own wire, many, many times.
That's just stupid, getting the wrong address, but I can't fault the way they entered. Scared and cranked as those police presumably were, I figure they deserve a D for not firing. The story doesn't say they were assholes about it, just that the family was terrified. No duh. These are terrifying times. Blame it on guns, drugs and Republicans.
(There's probably a law somewhere mandating helmets for munchie runs.)
Blame it on guns, drugs and Republicans.
This has nothing to do with guns or republicans. It's piss poor police work. The same thing happened up near Seattle a few years ago, and it's happened around here more than once.
I have a few meth dealers in my crackhole neighborhood here in Olympia, none of them are 61 years old and yes - If I couldn't Identify someone as a cop, and they came through my front door, they'd get ventilated.
I wouldn't be opposed in principle to a law mandating kevlar vests for kids who walk to schools in some neighborhoods. School buses in Israel are obliged always to have an adult on board with an Uzi, ever since some kids were massacred. One wants to be practical about matters of life and death. One doesn't want to be Patrick Henry. Or I sure don't. That's martyr's brigade reasoning.
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