West Hollywood Sheriff...has sh** for brains! Needlessly harasses resident abiding by the letter of law...

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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West Hollywood Sheriffs...harass residents & waste taxpayers' money!

A friend of mine pulled into the curb at the corner of Waring and Kings Road at the crack of dawn (5:30 a.m.), dashed out of his vehicle, and snatched up a copy of the morning daily from the news stand.

Typical of an avid reader of the Times, he flipped through the pages to check out the headlines - and likewise - make sure all the sections were intact.

Darn!

Just as he realized the "California" section was missing, he was blinded by a dazzling white light that streaked through the windshield at lightning speed.

When he peered out, he spied a Sheriff's squad car at the intersection, but because of the intensity of the light was unable to discern how many officers were inside at first

As my friend shifted into drive, and proceeded to carry on, he spied an agitated-looking driver in a vehicle behind the officers waiting for the Sheriffs to roar off and get out of his way.

Typical!

Wherever they go, Sheriffs in West Hollywood inconvenience the locals because of their thoughtless conduct and perverse tendency to harass residents without good reason who are minding their own business and acting within the confines of the law.

On Santa Monica Boulevard a few minutes later, my neighbor caught sight of the two officers pulling into a "no parking zone" (just a few meters beyond a bus stop) where they proceeded to step out of the vehicle.

The two losers left the engine running and the headlights on as they lumbered over to - 'ya got it - the doughnut shop!

Yup, harassing residents is not only strenuous work, but whips up an appetite, too.

No doubt, the city's not so finest, were about to scoff down a batch of yummy chocolate doughnuts with sprinkles on 'em.

Just the kind of nudge their spreading butts needed.

A few days ago, Sheriff Baca threatened to close down the jail, as he belly-ached about a lack of funds in the coffers.

No wonder, when the Sheriff's Department is wasting precious funds on jar heads like the two my friend had the misfortune to cross paths with this morning, who have no sense of priority and amount to a couple of slackers.

Dudes, no wonder they call 'ya pigs!

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Beverly Hills Police Department...entraps motorists & shakes 'em down!

If you are familiar with the "flats" in Beverly Hills - you are no doubt aware that just north of Santa Monica Boulevard - there is a small lane that runs parallel a mile or so.

Gardeners and maids in the employ of upscale matrons in Beverly Hills - indeed, a handful of residents, too - often take a quick jaunt along the lane for a few blocks rather than face the daily onslaught of rush-hour traffic along the main strip.

However - every few blocks or so, posted signs note - that between the hours of 7 and 10 in the morning motorists are only permitted to make a "right" turn on a handful of streets.

Of course, this has not only caused some confusion for the locals - but visitors - too.

Because drivers are permitted to stop at the cross-street, check for traffic, then proceed down the lane for the better part of the day - understandably - most folks are under the impression that the "right" turn sign at a couple of the streets along the lane essentially means there are no "left" turns permitted during rush-hour traffic.

However, it is their distinct impression that once checking for traffic, they can proceed on down the lane.

When one motorist recently did so, he was quite surprised to spy a motorcycle cop pull up behind him as he turned the corner on Crescent Street, to park.

Because the driver was in the dark as to why he was being stopped, he engaged in a conversation with the cop - a Beverly Hills Police Officer by the name of Gates (Badge No. 34075) - to determine why a ticket was being written up.

At this juncture, it was evident that Officer had been up to "no good". In fact, his actions amounted to entrapment - in my estimation - if not outright stalking.

For example, during the conversation Gates (no relation to the former police chief, by the way) let it slip that two blocks back the motorist had correctly stopped and driven through the intersection and down the lane without any violation of the law.

Now wait a minute. Two blocks back, you say?

The driver was a little startled because - for one - he never noticed any police officer in his rear-view mirror for the length of his "journey" down the alley.

At this point, it was evident that the Officer had been hiding behind a bush, laying in wait for an unsuspecting driver to become his next "prey".

Notwithstanding, when the motorist noted the sign gave the impression that although "left" turns were disallowed - through traffic was okay - Gates had the audacity to argue that the City didn't have a sign to convey that to drivers.

Gosh, almighty! Sentient beings can whiz a man off to the moon, but public works in Beverly Hills can't craft a sign that doesn't confuse motorists?

When the victim of the "ticket" stalker filed a complaint with Mr. Barry Brucker (the Mayor of Beverly Hills) the lazy representative of the people never even bothered to give the motorist the courtesy of a reply. More shocking perhaps, was his failure to even investigate the troubling issues.

In fact - when I made an inquiry about Mr. Brucker one day at City Hall - a guard informed me that he rarely put in an appearance at the office; in fact, he only breezed in to check to his mail now and then or attend a scheduled City Council meeting.

I expect the "lay-about" is off playing golf during the day. Or, rubbing elbows with the tony elite at fancy luncheons - looking for ways to feather his own nest - eh?

Since the issue of the sign - and the unjust ticket came to my attention - I have noticed in recent days that Beverly Hills Police Officers are inclined to "hide" behind bushes on side streets that offshoot Santa Monica Boulevard in a deceitful effort to snag unsuspecting motorists who are cruising along none-the-wiser.

Usually, the motorcycle cops are parked on the "wrong side" of the street - behind a lot of foliage - where they are surely a hazard to the public-at-large!

For instance, any unsuspecting motorist who makes a sudden turn around the corner without warning, is bound to careen right into the hapless cop.

But, when an officer has sh** for brains, what do you expect?

Notwithstanding, I was quite appalled recently when I came across a whacko person in the park at Canon Drive, spitting on Japanese Tourists and hurling racists remarks in their direction.

Was there a Police Officer on duty in the vicinity to take charge as the frightening drama unfolded in the ritzy enclave a hop-and-a-skip away from a main thoroughfare in Beverly Hills?

No.

The doughnut scarfers were all busy hiding behind bushes - waiting for motorists to disobey confusing traffic signs - so they could ticket 'em unjustly.

Zsa Zsa Gabor obviously had the right idea when she gave that "copper" a smart slap in the face.

Beverly Hills' finest?

Not!



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Beverly Hills Police Department...basic plumbing goes awry!

As I was jogging by the Police Station in Beverly Hills bright and early this morning, I spied an "Emergency Rooter" service vehicle parked out front.

"Rooter" is a plumbing outfit that fixes glitches that arise over basic plumbing problems, drainage inadequacies, and overall sewage complications.

How apropos!

It's pretty much a given that officers in Law Enforcement are not only professional liars - but full of pigsh** - too.

Looks like the crap finally caught up with 'em!