"Aw, don't go, Officer Angel. Gosh, we all really love you in your tailored uniform shirts and shiny Sam Browne equipment belt. And we know that you have a license to kill especially if there are no witnesses.
And you're quite accustomed to interpreting fear and intimidation of the public as respect and envy. And, the very idea that a small business owner would brazenly admit that he doesn't love cops must have been terribly upsetting to you, a real, live humie bean.
He should secretly loathe and despise you the way the good people behind the Iron Curtain did the Stasi and The KGB.
I know I do.
If you need a quick BJ to salve your wounded ego please see the groupie in the video. Just don't kiss her."
Kind of like the Bull Dykes who work in the mechanical trades in the Navy eh?
I've noticed it here as well - a very large percentage of the women who work for the local PD are Dykes. They hate men to begin with and to expect fair treatment from them is an insane joke. Although, to be fair, most of the killings by the Portland PD have been committed by men. Women prefer to torture you a while before you die.
This cop knew he would be as welcome as a turd in the swimming pool at the R&B. I find this story contrived in that respect as the police have been pointedly and aggressively been told many many times they are to stay out, and that they are not welcome there.
Not only that, they do enough surveillance of the R&B anyway. I now the politics of the workers and customers are not particularly your cup of tea, but I think you might appreciate their attitude toward the dominate paradigm.
For one thing, if one goes there and talk Israel up or bother people with obvious support for the oppressors of Palestinian Arabs. they would be told they were bothering people and making them feel unsafe and be told to leave.
Not to mention they are as disgusted with Obama as they were with Bush. They consider him a puppet of the neocons and bankers.
When they bought the building, they posted advertisements for peoplp to please loan them money if they could. They got enough to buy the building outright, and they use a savings and loan, as they consider banks a mortal enemy.
Portland Police scare the crap out of most people who get on their wrong side. Which is far easier to do than to get on their good side. I carry a gun when I ride an expensive bicycle on he path system and once when I was stopped for a minor traffic issue and asked for my wallet I was immediately knocked down and physically restrained when I told the officer I had a concealed and carry permit and was packing.
I was released at the end of the kidney bruising incident with an improper lane usage ticket without my rounds for the small 38 cal S&W because having answered affirmative those rounds were reloads I had done myself they said they had to examine them to see if they were legal because of the modifications I had made to the hollow point slugs. (They were.)
They also le me know they knew I was an 'eco-terrorist' and told me I should be home in Eugene and not in their area of operation. The cop returning the model 637 in it's velcro holster with duct tape wrapped around it and his partner kept his hand on his piece until I rode away.
I personally dis-like them in the extreme, and am convinced that had they seen it as I removed my wallet from the zipper pocket in my down coat so close to where I was getting my wallet I might of been shot.
They acted like it was a specialty dangerous weapon that profiled me as an activist leader. I refused to answer any of their questions about other weapons I own, why I chose to carry such a "sneaky" piece, and said in no uncertain terms I should always use wadcutters when re-loading, wanted to know who else I reloaded rounds for, etc etc.
That made them aggressive and very unhappy, but you never know which tricky question's answer makes you fit another category of profiling they work with.
I always stick with, "am I under arrest, am I being detained" in any answers to most questions from those folks. Why do you think I moved back to Eugene? They are a scary official gang up there who scare me worse than the people who tried to mug me for my expensive bicycle prompting me to use my C&C permit.