Showing posts with label Who you gonna believe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Who you gonna believe. Show all posts

Friday, May 18, 2012

Born To Run

"Five hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was flat and fifteen minutes ago you knew that people were alone on this planet. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow."*

Taylor.jpgA typical detective's day begins slowly, almost casually. Visit with friends, grab a cup of coffee (no donuts - haven't you read about the national obesity crisis?) and settle into the cubicle. TV detectives, bent on crushing crime just in time to sleep with the new hot girl working "uniform," would already be out the door.

No, modern "detecting" is about workflow. The first real duty-related thing would be booting up the computer, signing onto the network and finding out what cases the boss has assigned. So, imagine if you will, a case where a prominent citizen - perhaps the president of something - has stated on separate public occasions that he was born in Kenya...Hawaii. "Wait, it will come to me," he exclaims. The detective turns off the computer, takes an Advil and heads for the gym.

Forget context, how this isn't really an issue and we all know that Barack Obama was born in Hawaii. Forget that our hypothetical detective (actually, in Arizona, a very real task force exists) in our hypothetical police department wouldn't get this case in any normal way. Any trained investigator would begin with a simple question.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Fox News has a report of an Ohio police chief who retired when he was caught kissing and "caressing" a female officer in a police car. Happens.

He was transporting a prisoner.

An anonomous tip directed the department to review the in-car camera.

Okay, this is what we call felony stupid. Chief...dude...I supposed the prisoner's credibility is an issue, and who's the young lady gonna tell, but.... In a car with a dash cam?

Unbelievable.