Why Law Enforcement Never Call The Police For Help

Ever wonder why law enforcement, attorneys or anyone who works for the judicial system never call the police?

It is because they know that if they call the police, someone will be arrested and if they are calling regarding a domestic dispute, it will definitely happen and after hearing the story from all parties involved, it may even turn out to be you who is the one whom they will arrest!

Never ever call the police to respond to a domestic dispute if you love your husband, wife, daughter, son, mother, father, live-in partner or whoever is living under the same roof as you and you are having a heated argument involving throwing things around the house or at each other.  Calling the police to come to your house to diffuse a domestic dispute is a no no because for certain, someone will be charged with let's say, battery then read their miranda rights, handcuffed, placed into the rear seat of a police car with no leg room at all,  booked, finger printed and issued an orange colored jailhouse uniform and big white baggy underwear which other people have worn before.


The person's life who is arrested will become a nightmare lasting 7 years from that point on.
There is no bond for a battery case so the person arrested will have to remain in county jail until they go before the judge.  Take note that if during the altercation there was a person age 65 or older involved and that elderly person was hit with, even an article of clothing that was inadvertently swung and which and left a mark on their body; if they tell police of that occurrence, the person arrested, who swung and hit the elderly, will now be charged with battery on an elderly person, possibly even aggravated battery on an elderly person since the article swung could be considered a weapon. 
Once apprehended or sombody with a habit of going into public records arrest site for their local sheriffs office finds out a informs the person that they have an active warrant and the person turns themself in, well there begins the humiliation and financial difficulties mentioned above for the mow, inmate with their picture on internet's Mug Shots site and a slew of financial stress.

If during the time between when the police were called and they arrive, the person who was aggitated and slinging clothing or other items leaves the premises, law enforcement can not make an arrest but they will write a report of the occurence and once they turn it in, there will be a bench warrant issued for the person who committed battery.  If the person whois charged with battery does not turn themself in, any team of police officers may return to the premise at any hour of the day, since that is the last known address of the person charged; most likely at 6 o'clock in the morning with a search warrant and look throughout the home in order to apprehend and arrest the individual charged.  It is a very intrusive action for a misdeameanor or even for a felony; which the battery charge becomes once an elderly person has been struck and injured.


ONCE ARRESTED
The handcuffed person arrested is marched to their assigned location different from the large space where processing takes place and left to fend for themselves in a large room full of unknown characters, bunk beds and a faded brown wooden desk in the center where one, sometimes 2 correction guards are seated like a school classroom where the teachers desk is front and center except on a jail is on a much larger scale. The person arrested, now an inmate, most likely has the top bunk, so if they are heavy, it will be a problem climbing onto it without pissing off their cell mate who has the bottom bunk. The person will shower in a military like bathroom where there are around 20 showers without the curtains for privacy. Lunch is a sandwhich consisting of perhaps 2 slices of processed balogna between 2 pieces of white bread, no mayo; only a tiny white cup with a scoop of marjarine and a small white container of water with some coloring and flavor to wash down the dry sandwhich with. When county jail becomes too full, it is not unusual for a corrections officer to awaken the newbie inmate in the middle of the night or morning, group them together with other inmates with chains around their waists, shackled ankles and handcuffed; then transpored to a larger jail, perhaps a prison via a dark bus; they are then led into a cell occupied by 1 other inmate, door slams shut and locked. It is all quite a trauma to the human psyche. On their court appearance; ususally via internet, the entire court hearing process is quite confusing and nobody explains the process except not to speak unless asked a question by the judge and your choicesare explained to you in a way that gives you no other option than pleading, "no contest." If you do plead no contest, the judge may place you on probation for a year and ordered to attend anger management classes ($20 a week) on top of showing up weekly to your probation officer at the Salvation Army if you live in Tampa with another $25 in hand. If you plead, "not guilty, "you will do the jail time until a hearing is set. Everything is very fast paced in the courtroom since there are othesr behind you waiting their turn to appear before the judge. District attorneys, public defenders and bailiffs are systematically moving papers and people around like pieces on a checker game; the persons in handcuffs never seem to be clearly informed or given enough time to think about their chioces and then suddenly the sound of their life crumbling becomes an audible reality when they hear the judges decision ordering them to pay this or do that for a certain amount of time then offered a few choice words of advice and onto the next case.

Remember the meter reader, Roy Kronk who found little Caylee Anthony's remains?  He was summoned and questioned by police on numerous occasions and seen and even at time treated as a  suspect in Caylee's murder; later on down the line during the court hearing he was accused of moving the little girl's remains to the location she was found at in order to collect the reward.



TO BE CONTINUED


The Way I C It: It is a sad day when citizens cannot trust the police to assist us or another individual for fear of being involved in the crime commited or to have someone that we love, perhaps even ourselves to be arrested which will ruin their lives with a stain which will not go away.  I for one have learned that lesson and will only call the police if I have been injured by a stranger or if someone in my household has passed away in the house. Hopefully law enforcement will believe me and help me and not adopt in their thinking that I was making up a story or was a participant of whatever the crime.  Sad to say but this is my truth, if I see a dead body on the street or under a hedge, I will keep walking and call annonymously from a pay phone.

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How I Manage My Baggage

Yesterday, when we were infants and children, our world, though different in technology, rules, statutes, fashion, economy etc., was not unlike today.  Yesterday, today and tomorrow will forever be a learning experience.  Our first teachers were our parents, siblings (if any) and any others who lived in our homes as we came onto the scene.  We relied on them to shelter, nourish and keep us safe.   We also seem to have picked up many of their habits, practice them to this day and unwittingly and still respond to triggers which bring us back to that time.   After all, those were said to be our formative years.  Fact of the matter is that, we continue to form changes as the years go by.
During our growth process, we often have strained relationships with our parents.  Wondering why this was so in many families, I pondered on it arrived at my own explanation.  Perhaps it is because we, the now adult children, were slowly becoming to our parents, the Keepers of their Consciences.  After all, weren't we the ones who witnessed first hand all their parenting blunders?  Today those blunders are the ones which line the layers of our adult baggage; they are the underlying reasons why we adversely react to certain triggers in our adult life.  The blunders our parents made when they were young and raising their little ones, (Us) became the basic material (the lining) in the formation of our well hidden carry-ons which we dragged along with us throughout the rest of our lives.  Stuffed into those carry-ons, went our earliest bad experiences; lessons of things which hurt us or made us feel uncomfortable.
ie: vanity, neglect, cruelty, rage, ridicule, shame, abuse, isolation, dominance, racism, alcoholism, adultery, drug addiction, disrespect etc., which gave us unpleasant feelings as our small bodies and minds were forming.  
Adult Baggage.  Don't ya just hate it?   
Attempting to open up that carry-on and eliminate the junk can be difficult if we do not know what to look for.  One thing not to look for is, blame.  Blame exsists in our conscious mind.  When we blame others like, our parents, for the way we are today, we are choosing to do so and thus, depriving ourselves the opportunity to advance into becoming responsible, healthy, loving and forgiving adults.  Placing blame on someone for the way we now respond to circumstances or situations is equivalent to not trying to succeed because in doing so, we would be triggering unpleasant memories of our past.  A cop-out, a way to dodge holding onto the reins and jumping the hurdles we must in order to get to the next is all finger pointing is. 
A good practice to cease placing blame and finger pointing would be to accept our individual experiences of  childhood days and embrace them as small puddles we had to skip over in order to reach the other side where the all the big people are.  What about all the experiences we have collected and stored as heavy stones inside of that now, huge adult suitcase which we call, baggage?  Well, it would be much simpler to handle if we changed the way we viewed those experiences and saw them as good things which taught us a lesson and helped us to become a better individuals.  Let's change the appearance and content of our baggage.  Instead of a huge bulky dull colored canvas bag full of a bunch of heavey stones which were hurled at us at different points in time, let's lighten the load by carrying instead a light-weight colorful nylon sack filled with aromatic flower petals and potpourri which we have collected as momentos of times when life gave us important instructions.  

If we simply changed the perspective of how we view and interpret our experiences while 'on the scene', the stones which once weighed us down become as light and lovely as flower petals and makes our hike on the scene the experience it was intended to be.

That's the way I C It