You'd think that with all the brouhaha raging in recent days over the racist incident which stirred up a Hornet's nest of trouble back east (even forcing the Prez to eat crow with the best of 'em) that Law Enforcement would sit up and take notice - even lay low a tad for a few scant weeks - until the pig stink passed over.
Nope!
Yesterday morning a friend of mine pulled into a local coffee shop, and was barely inside ordering up a steaming cup of Java, when one of West Hollywood's dumbest officers was all over his vehicle like a fly on sh**.
The jar heads just don't get it, do they?
Turns out the copper in question (who harassed my pal needlessly at the crack of dawn at 5 in the a.m.) must have been a rookie - either that - or he was just a low-life wannabee who scammed his way onto the force by having some wise-guy take the GED on the sly on his behalf so he could meet the general requirements for gainful grunt employment at the WeHo Sheriff's Department.
Judging by his inappropriate conduct, the low-level law enforcement officer obviously doesn't have any reasoning powers to speak of.
In the final analysis - quite frankly - he has sh** for brains.
For example, as my friend waited for his morning pick-me-up at the take-out counter, he half-turned and spied the officer stop on a dime in front of his relatively-new vehicle - and quite literally - shake his head from side-to-side as he gazed at the front end.
Duh!
Was he on drugs, my pal wondered to himself.
Or, maybe he was suffering from a severe case of sugar hangover after scoffing down a-dozen-or-so doughnuts with sprinkles on top, as he twiddled his thumbs on "fag" duty on La Jolla Avenue the night before in ever-cruisy WeHo?
After all, my friend's newly-purchased SUV was street legal, and shouldn't have aroused any suspicion.
A second later, the pudgy dough boy gave my buddy a quizzical grin - then pointedly directed a question in his direction.
"Have you ever been stopped for not displaying a second plate upfront?"
Duh!
If the dim-witted lug head possessed a modicum of intelligence - or been on-the-ball at least - maybe he would have been inclined to scan the windshield for at least one little clue before barging into the doughnut shop and making an utter fool of himself in front of a half-a-dozen-or so witnesses wired up on their morning caffeine!
Elementary, dear Watson.
Moreover, if the "temporary registration" posted in plain view on the windshield (legally-required by the DMV) was not enough to jar his grey matter - perchance - a stroll to the rear of the vehicle and a subsequent visual check for a dealer's plate on the bumper (lo & behold) may have brought his exhausting full-scale investigation of the "Case of the Missing Plate" to a swift and logical conclusion.
Unfortunately, the little fascist pig was such a lazy son-of-a-gun - quick to point an accusing finger - that his shortcomings (speaking of which - I trust for his sake - that his di** is bigger than his brain) got the best of him.
When my friend casually informed him about the recent purchase of the vehicle, and noted there was a dealer's plate attached at the rear end, it was evident from the way his jaw dropped and his eyes glazed over, that he was painfully aware that he overeached legally - and subsequently - screwed up.
The overzealous little bastard stepped in doo-doo big time!
Yup!
"There are none so blind as those who will not see."
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