University of Virginia student Elizabeth Daly, 20, had to spend a night in jail because she went to the local quickie-mart to buy some bottled water, some cookie dough, and some ice cream. As she exited, a group of men rushed out of the darkness in dark clothes, shouting and pointing guns at the girl and her roommates. One jumped on the hood of her car. These idiots were agents of Virginia’s Alcoholic Beverage Control.
Yeah…beer cops. Because a kid buying a six-pack illegally requires a dozen armed men to scare the piss out of them.
These “heroes” — and they are anything but — broke out the windows and arrested Daly on three felony counts. “Agents charged Daly with two counts of assaulting a law enforcement officer and one count of eluding police, all Class 6 felonies carrying a maximum penalty of five years in prison and $2,500 in fines per offense.” Why, because she did the smart thing when your car is swarmed by who-knows-who? and punched it.
Hey, Serpico — in the middle of the night, a bunch of jumped-up, gun totting hooligans waving badges around…a person doesn’t know you are actual cops (and, by the way, beer cop — you aren’t — you’re no better than a gangster with a badge) and maybe you catch a packet to the hot place where you belong. Remember, we’ve had plenty of instances where criminals have identified themselves as police so they could rob or assault their victims. Here’s something that’s worked for quite a while — calmly and politely approaching the suspect, inquiring as to their activities, and proceeding from there.
As for the tired “they’ve got a hard job to do” argument for letting the police run rampant: bullshit. Law enforcement is not supposed to be easy: you aren’t supposed to be able to jump listen in to their conversations, rummage through their property, force them to admit guilt, and you sure as hell aren’t supposed to wave a fucking gun at a college kid for buying a sixer — even if it was beer. So the hell with respect for officers. The hell with understanding their “predicament.” Cashier these bastards.