boxy wrote:
Sounds like an informant needs to be looked at for providing false information. If it was deliberate...
Serves the kunt right for taking the word of a junkie.
Problem with coppers is their almost always psychopaths. That's why they join police gangs, for the right to stand over, extort and home invade members of the public on a govt's behalf.
If they were honest people it wouldn't be so bad, but trying to find a police sargeant without a stolen TV in his lounge room is like looking for kangaroo feathers or rocking horse shit.
Coppers lie more than junkies and steal as often as bikies.
In qld if your shed gets broken into and tools stolen it's most likely done by a junkie. But if your house gets broken into it's just as likely to have been coppers as black kids.
In 2009 I lived in a 30 ft caravan on the farm I worked on. The boss' (an ex copper) junkie daughter and her junkie boyfriend lived in one of 3 houses on the farm. The boyfriend went through a shed I has things stored and stole from me. I terrorised them, and went around to all the local junkies houses looking for my possesions, who just bad mouthed said boyfriend.
The daughter and boyfriend moved off the farm, and the boss was so happy he gave me a 3 bedroom house to live in for $100 per week.
The junkie daughter sought revenge by telling Bundy cops I had 200 dope plants on the farm.
A day prior to ANZAC day I was giving an old bloke who also lived (in 16 ft caravan in shed behind the house I got) and worked on the farm a lift into Bundy to buy food, as his ute had run out of rego.
We're cruising along 10kph under the speed limit with a radio scanner running. Jacks going in opposite direction turned around and came after me with lights flashing and siron blaring.
I had done nothing wrong, so got out of my panel van to see what his problem was and didn't bother putting my thongs on. Turns out it was a bent copper I'd made a fool of and proven a liar at a commital hearing (court) 7 years earlier.
He looked at my bare feet, took a step backwards and put his hand on an item on his batman belt. I thought "This prick's gunna taze me". Then had a closer look and saw he had his hand on his Glock 10mm pistol.
He made me put my hands up high on the back of the panel van to frisk me, then cuffed my hands behind my back. He pulled everything out of the back of the van looking for I don't really know what. There were 2 golf clubs, but there was also a golf ball - legal. There was a short length of chain, but it had padlocks on either end - legal.
Then he got me to go and sit near the old bloke who's eyes widened upon seeing me cuffed.
Bent copper's fat partner couldn't get the passenger door open and asked me how to do it.
So I stepped over the cuffs bringing my hands to the front to which he said "You've done this before" (which is correct). I said "Hold that button" while I leant in and opened the door from inside.
End result, nothing.
6 weeks later 4 carloads of Jacks turn up at my place looking for a dope crop. The front yard was full of ruts and holes in the long grass, and I stood on the verandah laughing at them falling over though the Cobbler's pegs/Farmers' friends prickles. They soon realise there was no dope crop, then wanted to come inside. Head cuntstable asked if there was anything dangerous in the house?. I replied "There's a rifle leaning up against the wall in the rear bedroom". They found my Ruger 10/22 with a gold star silencer and home made shell catcher, loaded and cocked with the safety on. Boss cop asked "Why is it loaded?". I replied "Because I was shooting the rats". He asked "What's the silencer for?" I replied "So the people across the road don't freak out and call you lot".
They also found a bong and a tiny cannabis bud in the pantry.
Before leaving my house to do more raids (I was 1st of 11 that day) they were disapointed that my computer (played video games on) wasn't hooked upto the net, that the phone in the lounge room wasn't connected and I didn't have a mobile/cell phone.
Back at Bundy cop shop, during an interview I agreed to boss cuntsable asked about the rifle.
I told him I bought it in Queensland in 1998 for $500 (which is true, I just didn't say I bought it in Gin Gin).
In court the prosecutor reading out boss cunstable's witness statement said I'd claimed to have "brought the rifle up from NSW about 5 years ago". I interjected with "That's incorrect".
When the magistrate asked me what I had to say for myself, I replied "Well about the gun, I knew it was illegal so I'll just have to cop it sweet, but with regards to the marajuana or cannabis or whatever you want to call it, I've had post traumatic syndrome since 2001 or 2002 and I'm annoyed that people think they've got the right to take my stuff and penalise me for it".
The gobbsmacked prosecutor just glared at me, and behing my back according to a cohort the audience were apparently just as surprised by my comments. The magistrate said her opinion didn't count and fined me $800 for the lot.
Meanwhile Bundy Jacks had broken into my house and searched it again (while I was in court). And the break ins (by Gin Gin cops) repeated every 2 weeks. Having some experience with AM bugs I knew the 1.5 volt battery only last 3 weeks so if they want to bug me for any length of time they had to keep breaking in to replace the battery.
Relising I was bugged, I gave them numerous performances. Whenever something came on TV about coppers, I rant and slag them off. made no difference, they still kept breaking in. And it sempt they wanted me to know I was being broken into. On one occasion the left a big screw driver they'd forced a window open with on the kitchen table.
I then went around to all the police station in the area taking photos of their own cars and when I found out where they lived I took photos of their houses, and then stuck them up on the wall in the loungeroom so when they broke in again they'd know I was doing surveilance on them. Made no difference, break ins continued.
I set steel jaw rabbit traps where they'd been jumping the side fence, but the some how knew and triggered them with sticks. Then I bought a spy camera from Dick Smith's for $200.
Whenever I wnt to Bundy white shirts would follow me on foot and paddy wagons would do laps of the block I was on. I was suspicious they were also spying on me while getting hair cuts, which turned out correct.
The female barber would ask general chit chat questions, and on one occasion I said "Gin Gin cops break into my house every 2 weeks". Stunned she asked "What?!" I repeated "Gin Gin cops break into my house every 2 weeks" then continued with "but that's OK, 'coz I've bought a spy camera and I'm going to put their faces on the net. The break ins stopped.
But they still watch me like a hawk. And it has been going on for 4 years now. This morning I was going to Bundy and before getting to Gin Gin a marked patrol car went the other wat towards Mt Perry. Just after going through Gin Gin headed for Bundy I noticed the same car tailing me, so I sat on 80kph in a 100 zone and eventually he overtook me and headed for Bundy.
Eventually they're going to have to raid me and get fuck all, or have to explain to a superior why they've expended so much reources and time on 1 bloke for no result.
If Donald Trump is so close to the Ruskis, why couldn't he get Vladimir Putin to put novichok in Xi Jjinping's lipstick?