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I got picked up in a Imigration and Customs Enforcement sweep for illegal aliens at a construction site in Dublin California. It was the wrong day to leave my wallet at home. It was onto the bus with all my amigos, a short ride to the holding facility, and was in a holding cell with all the other desperados. 3 hours later they they got to me. They asked me who i was and what doing there, then they let me go. | |||
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"Detained" by the Guardia Civil under the (mistaken) impression I was a terrorist bomb-er, rather than a terrorist bomb-ee. Complete with automatic weapons pointed at my head by nervous young men for what seemed some considerable time. "And gentlemen in England now abed, shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's Day" | |||
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Never officially been in jail, how ever as a cub scout my troop got to tour the new county jail in Boone County Arkansas before there were any inmates inside. We were locked inside a cell for maybe a minute or 2 scariest sound i've ever heard was that door closing. James We the unappreciated must do the unimaginable and see the unthinkable to protect the ungrateful | |||
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Oh yeah I have. I'll make it as brief as possible, but to say the least it was a true cluster fuck is very lacking. I was driving my car through the park after hours, it was a short cut. I got pulled over just out side of the park. I had a bench warrant on me from an earlier incident. The truly fucked part. Story below. I was driving my car, minding my own business and got pulled over for expired tags. When the county police officer asked for insurance, I handed him my card. He proceeds to tell me that my insurance card, which at the top said Proof of Insurance, Commonwealth of Kentucky. Wasn't proof of insurance. When he ran my license plate he found it was up to date, I had, just as i told him forgot to put the sticker on because it was raining that day. He wrote me a ticket for no tags anyway and no insurance. Soooooo I go to Court and prove that I had both and case dismissed. Two weeks later another notice for Court, same thing. I go, prove it again and so forth another eleven (11) times. The next time I get the notice, I did what the Judge said to do is call the County Clerk, which I did. Told them the whole story and was told that they see the problem and would pull it from the Docket. Which they didn't. I didn't go to court because I thought after 13 times, and speaking to the clerks office it was done. Nope, bench warrant! Back to the beginning. So, I'm coming out of the park, county police pulls me over, I have bench warrant, cop asked me to get out of the car. When I do, before I could say a word he throws me to the ground, stands on my head and puts the cuffs on me so tightly, that it took a half hour before my hands turned to normal color. I stayed in the lockup Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday night. The whole time they would not let me use the phone. I NEVER USED THE PHONE. No one knew where I was. Monday I went before the Judge, was let out, to come back with proof of insurance and tags again. Which this time I guess that I proved good enough. I actually made the Judge have the County Clerk's office write me a letter, proving that the case was settled. I was 19 years old then, and I have never trusted the Court system and government in general since. I had car insurance, my tags were up to date, I had just forgotten to put the sticker on the license plate. I was setting still at a red light when I was pull over. I had done nothing wrong at all. Yet four days and three nights in jail, after proving 13 times that I did have insurance and tags. If they spent that much time on real criminals, there would be no crime. ARman | |||
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Never been locked up or arrested, but once worried (a little) that it might happen. One summer in 1974 I was working at a summer job painting dormitory rooms at the college I attended. I was driving my car and had a couple of guys on my paint crew with me. We pulled up behind a beer truck at a red light. There were lots of people around. One of the guys said "anybody feel like a beer?" Another guy said "sure." He got out of my car, took two six packs of Budweiser, and got back in my car. I had no idea he was going to do it. As I drove off I expected to be pursued by the police, but that didn't happen. Of course we had to get rid of the evidence. As luck would have it, there were about a dozen of us on the paint crew. So right after work we drank up the evidence and tossed the bottles. So I guess I was a driver at a robbery, even if when it happened I wasn't aware that the robbery was going to happen. That's my one experience with crime. A while back I related the story to a friend at church who is a police officer. Guess I should have kept quiet. He said that no doubt the cold case squad at my old college town would be interested in this cold case of the missing two six packs from 1974. Fortunately I managed to buy his silence by paying for pizza one time when he happened to be at the house with another couple. | |||
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Yep Shore Patrol thought I was the guy in a theft. After 8 hours in a small cell with cuffs cut loose and told to walk back. Not their guy but, in 1980's no bruises so no harm...VI | |||
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| That rug really tied the room together.  |
I spent many years in jail... as the jackboot turn key in charge of supervising the idiots and making sure they didn't kill themselves or someone else. A corrections officer in charge of a housing unit is about the worst job on the planet, so I quickly promoted myself to intake/receiving to process in the new drunks and fighters. At least there you got to see other officers and the staff/inmate ratio was much better than 1 officer surrounded by 120 inmates that I had in the housing unit. Overall I can say I learned some valuable life lessons in the prisons/jails/streets that I worked on, and wouldn't change it for nothing. I wouldn't go back though.... I would rather live under a bridge than ever work that line of work again. ______________________________________________________ Often times a very small man can cast a very large shadow | |||
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I didn’t read all the experiences in this thread, but here is one of mine. From about 1969 to 1972 I was a speedy delivery pickup driver in San Francisco. Parking around the office was next to impossible, so I racked up a lot of parking tickets. Working late one day, I was double parked to make a delivery. Probably about 90% of the cops knew we had a job to do and left us alone. (I used to park on the sidewalk on Montgomery Street during the evening rush hour when the entire street was tow away for parking and they always left me alone. Montgomery street is the Wall Street of the west). When I came out there was a couple of cops writing a ticket. I assumed they were ticketing someone else, so I drove off. You guessed it. They were on me in a heart beat and since I had so many unpaid parking tickets, they hauled me off. They at least let me use my radio to call dispatch to let them know what was happening and where to come pick up the truck. Spent the night in the drunk tank. Very unpleasant experience. Next day the judge made arrangements for me to make payments. I made a couple of payments, then thumbed my nose up at them. Of course, a bench warrant was issued for me. Some time later (months) a friend, who did not have a drivers license and I were driving thru the Presidio at night with our dogs. At this time it was still a military base, but most roads were open to the public. A military cop pulled us over for having a tail light out. That was news to me. He ran a check on me thru the SF Police and the warrant came back on me. I was hauled off to the brig. Nothing but faded yellow concrete walls on 3 sides and bars on one side. I sat there until the SF Police came and got me. Since it was a bench warrant, the judge sentenced me to 7 days in the county jail with the time in the brig and the drunk tank as part of the 7 days. Later on that day I was put on a bus that had bars in the windows and hauled to the county jail. All my clothes were put in a bag and a room full of naked guys got sprayed down with some chemical applicator. When I got out we were driven back to the courthouse in SF and set free. You can not imagine how good it felt to be free. I still remember that as if it was yesterday. Since then I have always paid any parking tickets promptly. I Never want to experience anything like that again. NEVER! --------------- Gary Will Fly for Food... and more Ammo Mosquito Lubrication Video If Guns Cause Crime, Mine Are Defective.... Ted Nugent | |||
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| Ignored facts still exist |
So, did the groom make it to the wedding? Good friends bail you out of jail. Really good friends are locked up in the jail with you, saying "I can't believe we got busted". . | |||
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Well if it's any consolation I was arrested last summer. No jail though. Condensed version: I got a ticket for no seat belt. Exited a parking lot without the belt on. While I was fiddling around to get it buckled, an officer pulls me over. I get a citation. Waited the required period and paid it. Skip ahead a few weeks and I get correspondence which I ignore because I'm all paid up so why would the city have business with me? Fast forward a couple of months and I get pulled because they have plate scanners now. I am notified I have a bench warrant and would I step out of the car. I am cuffed, car is impounded. I tell officer friendly I have documents in my possession stating the ticket was paid. Doesn't matter. Into the back of the cruiser. Out at the city center. I am allowed to go to the clerk's office where I am treated like a criminal. I plead my case. She reasserts there is an outstanding citation. I haven't had a citation in ten years other than the recent seat belt violation. She doesn't care. Pay 500.00+ right now or go to the lockup down stairs. When the panic washes over me I ask if I can physically see the citations. She shows me a screen. I said no, print them out. She comes back and I put the citations side by side. They are identical. Same day, same time, same officer, same case number, same violation. I asked how this was possible. She scooped the copies up and heads to a back room. 5 mins later she comes out and said they were duplicates. "have a nice day" I made them give me a ride back to my truck and get it out of impound. Wasted two hours of my morning. If you can avoid it, never get your garment caught up in the cogs of govt. You’re a lying dog-faced pony soldier | |||
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Didn’t know that about you FN in MT. I worked as a Correctional Officer at a couple of Georgia “chain gang” prisons. The first I was a detail officer working inmates with a revolver instead of a shotgun although we had to certify with revolvers, S&W or Glock 9mm pistols, 12 gauge, and Mini 14’s. The second I worked more inside, transport to Federal court hearings in ATL, K9 for the prison and the SO, and an Institutional Fire Inspector for the State Fire Marshal. I’ve seen about everything and it’s served as a life lesson without having to be on the other side. Sounds like you’ve learned a thing or two on your short adventure on the wild side. May you never have to deal with that again Ryan. | |||
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| SIGforum's Berlin Correspondent  |
Once got shouted at by an armed Norwegian soldier for trespassing on the grounds of the royal palace in Oslo. I was on a post-service trip across Scandinavia with guys from my former MP boot platoon. It was a rainy day, and my former platoon leader and me were wearing para-military garb that probably made us look like amateur terrorists, too. In our defense, the driveway looked just like a public road. We swiftly followed the unmistakeable instruction to step back. Only time I've been to prison was a visit one day during an internship with the local police precinct back in high school. | |||
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Allegedly started a couple of riots at a football game and in a bar but was Smart enough to extract myself once and a friend extracted me the other before the cops got there. ----------------------------------------- Roll Tide! Glock Certified Armorer NRA Certified Firearms Instructor | |||
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I’ve never been to jail but I got kicked out of a bar in Sweden once. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The price of liberty and even of common humanity is eternal vigilance | |||
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25 years ago. Me, a Navajo and a Puerto Rican partying in Bahrain..........Sounds like the beginning of a joke but it wasn't funny when the local cops showed up with the night sticks. "Blessed is he who when facing his own demise, thinks only of his front sight.” Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem Montani Semper Liberi | |||
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I've been in solitary confinement since 17 March, does that count? Pronoun: His Royal Highness and benevolent Majesty of all he surveys 343 - Never Forget Its better to be Pavlov's dog than Schrodinger's cat There are three types of mistakes; Those you learn from, those you suffer from, and those you don't survive. | |||
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Yep, the arrest order from a judge takes precidence. In theory the judge could be ordering your arrest for some other reason connected with the case, contempt for example, so they have to bring you in and sort it out. When I worked in the county jail, first few weeks there, a guy was just let out on bond for some kind of warrant or other. A few days later he's brought back in on the same warrant. It never got cleared out... and since nobody wanted to wake up a judge he spent the night. Got released next morning when the courthouse opened. Protection orders, warrants, etc are all kept electronically and by law in most states the electronic version is the record the officer has to follow. "I am a Soldier. I fight where I'm told and I win where I fight." GEN George S. Patton, Jr. | |||
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Will this do?  DSC_2441.jpg by David Casteel, on Flickr (Exhibit at the Colorado State Penitentiary) flashguy Texan by choice, not accident of birth | |||
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| On the wrong side of the Mobius strip  |
 Was that right after you stated you like your steaks well done?
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| You don’t fix faith, River. It fixes you.  |
Oh yeah. It happens. As they say -- "You can avoid the time, but you can't avoid the ride". Cops - foreign and domestic - can roll you up if they choose. And you can spend a night or two in jail if they want to see it happen. There's really nothing you can do about it. The whole story may (will?) come out at a later date and you'll be released/charges dropped/etc. But no amount of running your mouth or resisting can stop the ride if the boys are determined to take you in. In fact even just a little of the above - even if you feel it's justified - will just make the whole inevitable ride much more unpleasant. ---------------------------------- "If you are not prepared to use force to defend civilization, then be prepared to accept barbarism.." - Thomas Sowell | |||
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