Tuesday, January 6, 2015

The Good . . . The Bad & The Horny Cops

Where would we be without the Good Ones? Think about that for a second. I worked with a lot of great officers in my life.

The Bad Ones are scary indeed. Trooper Robert Leroy Nelson worked out of Blue Earth, Minnesota. A young gal had car problems and he picked her up while on his tour of duty. He plucked her nails out to shut her up. He raped her and then garroted her to death. He loved driving around in his State Patrol Squad while peeking into windows. Big time voyeur. You get the picture. If we can agree that this officer was indeed bad, then, we can agree to the existence of bad ones in the profession. Right?

Horny Cops seem to pop up all over no pun intended. For those of you who live in the Happy Place you already could be in the know about Police Chief Paul Philipp. He somehow met the internet and before long women were sending him photos and they were doing the phone sex thing long before it was even a buzz word.

That is when Mayor 'Steamrolling The Truth' Stiehm stepped in and said something like what the Chief was doing was no big deal. The Steamroller claimed The Chief already punished himself more than the City ever would have done. I have no idea how the Chief punished himself and neither does anyone else because it was covered-up. He's awarded around $53,000 before slipping out of the Happy Place. Then the City decided it would be simply wonderful to award Philipp with a plaque that mentioned many nice deeds Good Cops do but, failed to mention his Horny deeds. So now I'm left wondering, why does Phan have to resign and only receive 3 months pay? Isn't what's good for the Goose also good for the Gander? Shouldn't Phan be on the job?

I don't mean to rub your nose in it but it was like 53 degrees in Lewisville. I hear it's below zero back in the Happy Place.


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