Knowing the law can be extremely tricky because of all the loopholes involved. And as a common citizen I can’t say that I know much about it at all. Sure, I know the basics: don’t steal, speed, or streak. In other words, I know what you can’t do, but I think it’s important to know what you can do especially when facing an officer of the law.

    So, are police officers friend or foe? Really it depends on the situation. When he or she tickets you for jaywalking on a near vacant street, I give the officer the ‘foe’ label. But, a police officer can be the friend as well, which I have learned especially after my recent stint of watching the TV series Law & Order: SVU on DVD. Sure, it’s TV, but all and all there are bad guys out there committing some really fucked up crimes. And I, along with most of our population, don’t want nut jobs walking around the streets.

    Pigs, cops, officers or whatever you like to call them really do have that questionable role sometimes … are they good or are they bad? They too can have some questionable ethics as they attempt to get around the constraints of the law. As citizens, we should really know when they are fucking up.

    A few nights ago at about 11pm, I was lying in bed when I heard my dog barking repeatedly, which is very unusual for her. I walked out into the hallway and there were two policeman standing there talking to my husband. I looked at all three of them and asked, “what seems to be the problem?” None of them were able to answer my question.

    My husband was being polite as he was showing them out the door, when one of them asked me, “is that the rest of your apartment?” I said yes, but there was no way in hell I was going to show him around the place, which he seemed very interested in doing. I have nothing to hide, but at the same time I wouldn’t invite a stranger in to look around my place. After they had gone, I turned talk to my husband about the matter.

    He and his two band mates had just finished practicing about twenty-minutes earlier. One of our friends who had been hanging out with them had just left leaving the door unlocked. According to my husband, the police officers had taken it upon themselves to show themselves in to our home. When it comes down to it they were intruding and without “probable cause.” In other words, they had no real reason to enter our home or at least they didn’t tell me why at the time. However, they told my husband that they saw an outdated flyer for a party at our house.

    My husband handled it correctly. He was polite, straightforward, and got them to leave promptly. So, why aren’t we allowed to say “get the fuck outta my house!”, considering the fact that, if it were a shady lookin’ stranger entering the premises, I would tell them to get out, and I would have not been polite.

    There have been a few incidences where the door has been left unlocked, and strangers have entered and I told them right away that this is private residence and they were not welcome. But, for some reason the police get the special treatment.
 
    This was not the first time the police have come to my unusual downtown abode. And I am kinda sick of their visits, especially because we have never really been doing anything wrong with the exception of playing loud music, which can be easily remedied. Plus, I’d like to note that our next-door neighbors happens to be one of the loudest bars in Anchorage and that we have a total of zero residential neighbors.

    I suppose that being “rude” would give them probable cause? The police are made to intimidate, dressed in all black, gun on their hips, and generally a serious expression on their faces. My dog sensed their threatening demeanor, and like my dog I should have barked their asses out of my house. I know my rights, and they need a warrant.

    That night they definitely were foes … pigs crossing the boundaries.

          

The Protest Of Petty Power

Kings and Pawns

Outside My Anchorage Window

Prevoland

Stop Requested

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