Cops are Thugs

Today I had an encounter with someone I am guessing was a cop.

Going out to nice restaurants is a once in awhile occasion for me. I like to go out, every once in awhile, and eat really good food while reading really good books. Today I was reading Peter Leeson's new book about pirates and social systems called "The Invisible Hook; The Hidden Economics of Pirates."

The place I wanted to eat was packed. People were standing outside and lined up in the parking lot. I decided to eat somewhere else after I went in and found that even the bar was packed. Leaving this establishment was where my mini adventure began.

A chubby older man pulled up in a red Astro van from the nineties and had his wife walk in the restaurant. Unfortunately when he pulled up he blocked me off from leaving my parking space. I thought to myself that he must not realize what he did so I back up until I'm about a foot away from his van. I wait a few seconds and when he didn't move up a few yards to let me out I put my vehicle in park and exit my vehicle with the intention of knocking on this oblivious man's door.

When he sees me exist my vehicle he exits his vehicle, thinking, for absolutely no reason other than I left my vehicle, that I backed in to his vehicle. He came around and checked the back of his van looking for a mark where he estimated I would have hit him if I did, in fact, hit him. Of course I say to him quickly that "I didn't hit your vehicle" continuing "I'm trying to get out and I need you to pull up."

Of course he flusters up and takes offense to me asking him to move and threatens to put me in jail for causing a public disturbance. I looked him up and down really quick and noticed he had a walkie talkie strapped to his shirt.

I then ask "Are you a cop."

He retorts "Why does it matter if I'm a cop?"

He was right, of course, it shouldn't matter if he was a cop. However, being so loose as to threaten someone with violence for wanting to leave a parking spot, and being so obstinate as to think the world and mere civilians should be malleable and subordinate to his convenience showed me that he did indeed take his parasitical position in society as a claim on the labor and time of others. In this case he was making me wait so his wife could make reservations and threatening me with the violent arm of the government we know as the police.

When his wife comes out while he makes continuous threats of trying to get a witness that I did hit his vehicle so he could jail me she actually had the audacity to ask me why I asked him to move. I tell her that I want to leave and she literally stutters, says "well, uhh.." and nothing else. It was a classic moment of parasites trying and failing to justify their incredible state funded stupidity.

As I drive away he pulls up behind me. I casually flip him of while he furiously fumbles with his walkie talkie trying to call his mooch friends to squash my resistance.

--George Edwards

This all happened at Whiskey Creek in Kokomo Indiana.