This is a prosecutor who initially defended the SWAT raid that killed Kathryn Johnston in Atlanta, and now his pussy hurts because they banged on his door.
Seriously? This is rich.
Brett Kimberlin is a shitbag from hell, but I have to believe that the ghost of an innocent old woman is having a good laugh, now.
Now to New Orleans, apparently the model for that line ...a more wretched hive of scum and villainy... You really need to read this for the full flavor, I'm just going to copy a few bits:
Officers stopped him on a traffic violation at Touro Street and North Claiborne Avenue, sniffed marijuana and spotted a handgun sticking out from under the driver's seat, according to police.
A month later, not long before Cannizzaro took office, prosecutors refused the charges.
But they didn't give back his Glock 22 .40-caliber pistol.
So he filed a complaint, and
A month later, he was arrested again on a gun charge, under a warrant requested by prosecutors. That too was dropped. Houston, who is licensed to carry a gun, tacked on claims for unlawful arrest and retaliation.
The district attorney's office argued that Houston didn't follow the right procedure for getting back his gun, and that authorities could keep it anyway, because prosecutors had six years to charge Houston following his arrest.
In a 2010 court filing, Cannizzaro's office said it still planned to file charges against Houston. As of Tuesday, it hadn't.
So these clowns have been crapping around for four years now, apparently feeling secure in the We're in New Orleans, we can do whatever we want to you, got it? attitude.
Ever see a move The Big Easy? After a lot of crap starting coming to general attention after Katrina, I once observed to my daughter that I didn't know the movie was a documentary; was more right than I knew.
And last, to some general crap from police in New Jersey:
The panic-stricken father jumped out of the cab of his 2006 Jeep Commander and raced after the errant boy, catching him just feet from the edge.
That's when Aidan, eyes as big as saucers, looked behind Roder and said, "Um, Daddy ..."
Roder turned in time to see the Jeep nosedive down the embankment and land in the muddy water.
So he panicked and forgot to set the brake. So
He was counting his blessings when a young cop approached him and handed him two tickets. One was for failure to produce the insurance card, which was somewhere in the waterlogged cab(absolute effing bullshit). The other was for failing to use his emergency brake.
"I couldn't believe it," Roder said. "He said, 'If you would have taken the five seconds to apply the brake, this never would have happened!'
"I say, 'Really? And if I did and my boy stepped over the edge and fell instead of the Jeep, then were would I be?' He says, 'Jail, for child endangerment.'"
New Jersey: you're screwed either way