Marietta Police…at it again
July 10, 2009
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Some people claim that Cobb county was named for Thomis Willis Cobb who was a Congressman and a Senator from Georgia. And…it is fact that the city of Marietta was named for his wife, Mary Moore Cobb. But, according to long time Georgian, retired law professor and functioning alcoholic Patrick Toomey, “Marietta hasn’t always been like this, they used to care about women.” Since the citiy’s fathers named the city FOR a woman, one would think that it might become customary for police to go out of their way to protect women. According to Toomey, it was that way a long, long, long time ago. But today when people wonder about the county’s moniker, they think of the phrase Count On Being Busted. Especially once the local cops get a hard on for you.
I still haven’t forgotten the assault after which I notified the Marietta Police Department that I had been drugged and beaten and yet the best they could charge the nimrod with was domestic violence and THAT only after I was threatened with arrest by the first officer with whom I spoke. Once again, because I AM a woman. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t have done that to a man who had been beaten by HIS friends. I’m not sure what the charge WOULD be…but unless Elton John and Doogie Houser took part in a serious rumble…I really don’t think the cops would have used that limp excuse to arrest, fingerprint and mug shoot anyone.
Since it’s becoming a daily occurrence for a cop to stare into my front window or bang that special cop bang on my door, I’m figuring this crap out. Add to that the 3 cops with whom I tried to speak regarding the assault and I’ve picked up on a few things that my local protectors and servers do routinely…sort of their modus operandi if you will. Now, you MAY think that you wouldn’t ever require this information but trust me, I thought the very same thing for close to 50 years. So, just in case, here are a few tricks of the trade that cops seem to use. Perhaps they’re only practiced by local cops here in my neck of the woods. But I have an inkling that the problem is more widespread although I DO have fond memories of Officer Friendly visiting my classes as I was growing up. And, I’ve lived in 6 states.
1. They lie. I don’t know how else to state that, I’m trying to be very economical with my verbiage.
2. They take people to jail without a shower, a bite to eat or a last smoke so if they come to your house, try your best to do all of those things before you open the door.
3. They lie.
4. They seem to believe the first story they hear so try to speak to them FIRST. I never do because I’m usually at home minding my own business when they decide to get together and head on over.
5. They lie.
6. They surround your house before they ever knock so don’t answer the door they knock on, answer whichever door is farthest away from where you’ve been doing bong hits…I promise…there will be a cop waiting to greet you.
7. They lie.
8. They stare into your windows with cupped hands over their eyes. Try to be clothed whenever possible and go buy a shitload of mini-blinds.
9. They lie. How ODD.
10. For some strange reason, the only time they WON’T come into your house is when you ask them to.
For most of my life, I’ve spent no more time with the police than it takes to fill out a speeding ticket or purchase a donut. But, I’m catching on. If I were the cops, I wouldn’t behave so predictably. And I’d probably do away with the instinctive urge to defend other cops instead of chatting with a crime victim or getting the name of a witness. The constant excuse-making gets boorish after a while.
Oh…I forgot to list this one…they WILL, at some point ask you, “What do YOU want us to do?” or “How do YOU want us to handle this?” so get ready to answer that stupid question quickly. If you aren’t a cop, you’ll probably stutter when asked and that gives the PROFESSIONALS time to get away without doing ANYTHING. Smart…isn’t it? They get out of paperwork AND make you feel like an ass.
I know that I’m smack dab in the middle of the Bible Belt and I realize that I’m in the most conservative county in the entire United States…but I’m white! What the heck is going on here?
Marietta Police are here again!
July 10, 2009
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If you know me at all, you know how much I am adored by my local police department. Like my idiot ex Mark Colletti, they just can’t seem to leave me alone. You would almost think that they would have something better to do with their time than “visit” a grandmother 3 times in 36 hours, but apparently you’d be wrong.
Today I decided to document the uninvited visits of the Marietta Police Department. You know, if I’m right, they won’t be happy until they arrest me or investigate my death. So, in the hopes that this record will help me, even if it’s post-mortem, I present to you Meg and the Marietta Foot Men who became ever so much more pleasant once I turned on the video camera.
You know how cops are so much more responsive to young girls than they are to middle aged women? I remember that from when I was a young girl. Well, you just witnessed a perfect example of testosterone induced cops making excuses for a lying bitch who was OBVIOUSLY lying to them and being stupid little pricks to a grandmother who was at home, sober and minding her own business.
The lying 19 year old told them that she was told by other cops that she had to mail me her keys with a receipt proving that she mailed them back to me. Can you believe they would have fallen for that? I’ve heard of registered letters, but not registered keys. With the luck I have, my death will be investigated by these 2 geniuses.
Perhaps a little history is called for here. After I blogged about a past encounter with the Marietta Police Department back in February of 2007, the sudden and consistent interest in me began. The first incident occurred on an early Sunday morning before I was out of bed. My aunt had recently gone missing and the disinterested Georgia police still haven’t figured out what happened to her (Mary Mergel-nee Broderick). There is no legal death so my father was appointed to care for his sister’s finances until her body is found. He lives in Tampa and he wanted me to make frequent trips to Chatsworth Georgia (quite a drive) so he left my aunt’s SUV with me.
My son came into my room that morning and woke me up, telling me that the police were at the door. Their story went something along the lines of this:
“Well, this officer (pointing to one of several) is a rookie and I was teaching him to run down plates. We happened to pick yours and noticed that it’s registered to a woman reported missing. So, now we need to investigate this.”
I’ve told that story to several non-local cops and they’ve all said the same thing, “That’s bullshit. They were just trying to fuck with you.” I was actually dumb enough to believe the cops back then. That was before I was informed of the corrupt reputation that the MPD has and also before they began showing me exactly how dishonest they were…not to mention swayed by that set of huge, 19 year old knockers. I’m smarter than that now…hence the video tape.
I tried to do a young couple a favor and move them in. I tried to treat them decently but it quickly became obvious that they were far too immature, dishonest, manipulative and destructive to be in my home. Very early yesterday morning, the police where here because I woke up in the middle of the night to find out that these 2 yahoos had moved in a 3rd person without so much as mentioning it. I could tell you stories about that experience, but now now, I’m bored of it. But…I will later. Trust me, you wouldn’t believe it. I didn’t say anything while it was happening because I was so embarrassed to have gotten myself in that situation again. And, I knew it wouldn’t last much longer anyway.
While Rebecca “Becky” Dodrill and Jesse Dodrill were here, one night she started talking about doing cocaine. I could tell she just wanted to see if I would chip in for what she called a “ball”. Well, I don’t do cocaine. I’m not a fricking moron and I have too many health problems to take that chance. Somehow we got on the subject of the MPD and I mentioned how they didn’t like me and how I hated to have them come to my house because it’s so embarrassing to have them here with my neighbors looking on. She knows how much I despise having the cops in front of my house so she’s trying to bring them over on an ongoing basis and I’m trying to keep my innocent ass out of jail. For some reason, the police are putty in her cocaine addicted hands. I think the official name for it is “harassment” by Marietta Police.
A few weeks ago I was assaulted and even though I reported the crime to 3 different cops (http://bit.ly/E0YXE), they were ALL as bored as they could be. One cop threatened to arrest me so I quietly got in his squad and let him take me home at which time I called 911 to ask for “ANY OTHER COP!” than the one who refused an assault victim assistance.
I blogged about that as well and the heat is on.
Did you notice how the cops sat and watched her open the dead bolt with a bunch of keys (even though she knows which one it is and always has) finally making the tumbler turn? Then she removed the wrong key and handed it to the cops. It was the wrong key and the cop said, “She has a couple that look alike.” DUH!!! She had just unlocked the dead bolt and then she took the wrong key off the key chain. How observant can a cop NOT be? I noticed it and I wasn’t even trained in police work. Of course, boobs have no effect on me.
Oh, don’t let me forget the part where, although I was sitting at my computer 5 feet away from the cops, they demanded that I come outside. When I asked them why, they gave lame answers like “We need to keep you 2 separated.” The other one said, “I had to explain to you what was going on.” Well, first, the cokehead was on the other side of the house and I was right in front of the cops sitting here at my computer. The microphone is further than I was as I was sitting here and YOU can hear them so I’m quite sure that I would have been able to handle a conversation from where I was.
After Officer Arrowhead reassured the lying, manipulating wench that she wouldn’t get any warrant (when I said that she would) I had to laugh because he has no idea for what I’m swearing out a warrant. I could have done it yesterday but I didn’t want to be a mega-bitch. Today I do.
