Not sure what to make of this

Only pressing hard enough to just about puncture the skin.

 

"Wants to bypass swear filter but can't."

 

I saw the coppers pull over a car once. Nothing unusual of course. The coppers didn't see me as it was a bit dark and I was on foot about 50 yards behind them. One copper kept the driver talking while the other walked to the back of the car then smashed one of the tail lights in good and proper, I was closer by this time, close enough to hear the copper have a go at the driver for driving with a smashed tail light.

On another occasion, one night in the pub after closing, it was all quiet until a man from the takeaway over the road came bursting through the doors in blind panic to tell us a man has just been run over in the street and the car just drove away. I legged it out to see if I could help and spent the next several minutes generally keeping the man alive, which involved trying to stem the profuse flow of blood from his head, covering him with my jacket to help ward off shock (the medical shock, not the 'fright' shock, ie where the body loses its ability to regulate anything including body temperature) and trying to stimulate him to prevent his weakening pulse from stopping altogether. The coppers arrived before the ambulance did, and no word of a lie, the coppers asked me to drag him out of the road so as to remove the obstruction. I refuse flatly, explaining that we know nothing about his injuries and if he has a spinal injury or ruptured internal organs, moving him could prove fatal. As I wouldn't move him, the coppers were going to and I actually had to physically stop them from doing so. When the ambulance finally arrive and I let them take over, I told the coppers what little I knew, figuring they'd want to investigate and use the abundance of CCTV footage to find the car that hit him, they dismissed the idea completely, insisting that he was just a drunken idiot that had fallen on his face, hadn't even attempt the normal reflex action to put his hands out to break his fall, then somehow, despite hitting his head hard enough to smash himself almost to death, had somehow then rolled onto his back. Righto Mr Plod.

 

Oh, and I got a good beating in an alley by two coppers once, when I was only 11. My 'crime' was that I was carrying some motorbike parts home from the motorbike shop at the end of the road. I'd got to know the biker that ran the shop, and he had given me and my mate permission to take what we like from boxes that he left out the back. It was stuff that he was leaving for the scrap man, but said if we get there before the scrap man we can have it for our bikes. We had clapped out former road bikes that we 'did up' as scramblers for use on private land, and the shop owner, a dedicated biker, liked to encourage anyone with an interest. Before the coppers laid into me, I even told them to walk the 10 yards to actually ask the shop owner, and even said I'd go with them to make sure I didn't leg it. After all, if I was lying, I'd have more to fear from the biker than the coppers. Lucky for me there were more witnesses than the coppers realised, and so we sued them. The punishment for beating up a kid was that the more senior of the two coppers was demoted one rank, and the other copper just got a verbal warning.

 

As in all professions, there will always be some bad apples in the barrel. The 'pleb gate' affair is a perfect example.

 

To be honest, the only thing plebgate affair is an example of is how to make something huge out of nothing at all. So someone called someone else a pleb. Petty, but hardly a world changing event. I've been called names that I can't possibly repeat on a family friendly forum, as I'm sure we all have at some point, but you just shrug it off and move on because name calling, if it is just a one off incident in the heat of an argument, amounts to nothing at all. I personally find it outrageous that the coppers and the politicians are even wasting time on that when there are so many actual important things to do.