goddamnit I hate this fucking state’s one horse fucking towns… talk about getting railroaded
profiling motherfuckers…crooked assed lawyers, corrupt fucking judges and chickenshit juries
sorry assed cock sucking cops and laws that mean whatever the fuck the day requires…
you might say I’m just a little bit pissed off about gettin a DUI and having a steeep fucking fine and the rest of the book thrown at me.
I was going to a BBQ for the weekend and was passing through CROCKETT fucking TEXAS. It was 5AM and I was in a convertible Z28 w/ the top down, smoking a cigar and drinking a coke.
BUT according to the prick ass cop… he saw the “blunt” I was smoking, I was wearing a Nascar windbreaker and cap, had a beard and long hair. The car had plates from McAllen Tx. (on the Tx/Mex border) and he immediately thought dope runner.
He pulled me over, ran the plates, insurance driver license and everything was clean. Like I said, it was 5AM and the top was down so my eyes were watery. BUT I swear to GOD I was not drunk.
He did a breath test, I passed. I did field sobriety tests and passed. He searched the vehicle without permission or a warrant. He called in backup and arrested me for suspicion of DUI. There were no open or unopen containers in the car. He claimed to smell alcohol. I was NOT drinking!
They took me down to the jail and interrogated me without miranda. They videotaped the sobriety tests which I passed again. We had an extensive “conversation” which I was very obviously sober. Then I took a “breathalyzer” which the fucking idiot rookie cop fucked up the results and had me take it again, until he finally decided the results were positive. He said that he couldn’t swear I was intoxicated but was according to the machine I was “under the influence”. I asked him what the results were and he hesitatingly said, “point 25”
WHAT?
yeah you heard me… .25 I was legally UNCONSCIOUS
I said this to him and he kinda shrugged and said, well, that’s what the machine says.
Meanwhile… my car had been taken to the local cop shop where it was taken apart piece by piece to find the nonexistant drugs. Goddamnit people I DON’T FUCKING DO DRUGS. I don’t take’em, I don’t sell em, I don’t have anything to do with em.
So… I finally get out and get a lawyer and go to court.
The fucking prosecuting attorney has “lost” the tapes. No tapes nowhere… not from the roadsite or from the jail… nothing, nada, ZIP… they existed in pretrial but not now.
They WERE my defense! The corrupt fucking judge says the trial can proceed without them because the prick prosecutor says he can “prove” his case without the tapes.
No fucking shit! I thought. What about my defense?
The cocksukers cops couldn’t recall anything but “well, I thought I smelled alcohol and he failed the intoxilyzer”.
The pecilnecked geek who works on the intoxilyzer5000 admits the machine had been fucking up but these results were valid according to the test. WTF?
The fact that IT5000 has a history of errors when acetone is present on the subject was disallowed. I had rebuilt a carb and did a complete tuneup and worked all evening on an old car the night before and hadn’t showered since then.
This evidence was NOT admitted by the fucking judge.
BTW for those that don’t know. Carb cleaner is basically a mix of acetone and MEK or tolulene. We couldn’t even bring up the study. The geek actually testified the machine COULD NOT make a mistake.
So based on testimony that “I smelled like alcohol” even though the cops admitted my driving was not erratic, I wasn’t slurring my speech or staggering in the least. Evidence was that I passed the field sobriety tests and “filed” the breath test. However he screwed up the breathalyzer was never mentioned because when the results came back to court they “miraculously” had been reduced to .14
That and the tapes disappeared! The jury was not allowed to know about the tapes or the screwup on the breath test. So, they came back with guilty and now it’s gonna cost me over three grand, 80 hours of community service plus two years probation and I’ve got AA 3 nights a week.
No good motherfuckers!
I should appeal this case but now I’m afraid they’d put me on death row. Seriously, the prick prosecutor said, “we need to make an example out of this man, he needs to do some time. I want to send a message to people.”
Folks I’ve had a pretty damned bad time lately, since I lost my wife and kids in the car wreck, but GODDAMNIT enough is enough.
This is too fucking much already.