Wednesday, January 29, 2020

Living In Piketon Ohio: Valentine's Day

It was Valentine's Day, 2007, between 5:00 PM and 6:00 PM when I decided to walk to the store. About the time I got to the top of the hill to walk down, on the street, a Piketon police car came zipping up towards me and came to an abrupt stop just feet away. The officer in the car asked, "Do you know anything about a van on the side of the road on 23 heading South?"

I paused momentarily and replied, "No."

I turned to resume my walk when the officer put his car in park and immediately jumped out. "Okay," he somewhat shouted in a loud and obnoxious tone, "let me see some ID."

I stopped and stared the little punk down. "What?" I began to smell a situation.

"I said, show me some ID" The short little shit persisted.

"On what basis?" I responded.

"Because I said so." The little twit replied.

I knew right from the start what this was. It was push back from the officer Radcliffe bullshit. I just kept my eyes looking down at this jerk. "I don't think that's a good enough reason." I told him.

He slowly moved towards the back end of his car. "If you don't," he tried to act tough, "then you and I are going to have a problem."

I slowly nodded my head. "Oh, we already have a problem." I informed him.

"I'm only gonna ask you one more time, show me some ID."

I could see this was just about to get out of hand. I knew he was planning on doing something stupid that would end up forcing me to kick his tiny stupid ass. It was time I took charge of the situation and keep it from getting too much further out of hand. "I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet, and then my drivers license. 'Here, you fuckwad, just don't get your jism all over it."

I swiftly tossed it intentionally towards the ground as it dropped in front of his feet. He looked down at it and then at me. "Pick it up and hand it to me."

I stood my ground. "Now that is just not going to happen, bitch. It's your move."

He leaned over and opened his back door and pointed at the back seat. "Pick it up or get in the back and I'll take you to jail."

I nodded and smiled. "Okay, you can take me to jail, but you're still gonna have to bend over and pick it up yourself if you want it." And as I started walking to the back seat, I finished it off with, "Just remember, you as much as touch me for any reason, and shit will hit the mother-fucking fan."

I took my place in the back seat. About ten seconds later, he bent over and picked it up and headed for the front. "Get out!" He shouted, sounding a bit pissed off.

I slowly got out, wearing a smile, and slammed the door shut as hard as I could. He looked back at me from the front. "You're pushing it."

I smiled. "Damn right I am."

He ran a check on my license, but he already knew who I was. Looking at his name tag, he was officer Jenkins. I would later nickname him "Jism Jaws" Jenkins Because of the invisible jizz dripping from his chin. (Wink, wink)

When he pretended he was done, he stepped back out and walked towards the middle of his car. I had slowly walked up towards the front tire. "Everything checks out," he said, "but you might want to do something about your attitude, boy."

I walked a few feet towards him. "If you want," I began, "you could do something about my attitude right now, bitch."

He just stared for a few moments before tossing my license at me and towards the ground, where it landed in front of my feet. "Have a nice day." he said, getting in his car and leaving.

I resumed my walk towards the store and when I entered, low and behold, Jism Jaws was standing at the end of the counter drinking a coffee. I could cut the tension with a knife. I got a few things and made it to counter. There was a couple behind me when officer Jenkins opened his idiotic mouth. "Find everything you need, Carroll?"

I placed my things to the side and motioned for the couple to go ahead of me. I took a few steps towards Jism Jaws. "Oh, so after harassing me, you now want to engage in a conversation, monkey-fuck?"

His face turned a little pale. I don't think he was expecting this. The couple looked in our direction, as did the cashier and the other employee who was putting away cigarettes. "Okay then," I continued, "let's have a conversation. Let me start by asking, how many little boys have you molested? I hear you enjoy the company of little boys around ten years old. Do you get pleasure from them on an orally basis? Do you kiss and lick them on the butt cheeks and anus? And why do you like little ten year old boys? What's up with that?"

His face turned a little more pale before finally turning anger red. I continued with the pedophile talk for a few moments more when he suddenly carried his coffee, and ass, right out of there. "Where you going?" I asked, half-laughingly. "I thought you wanted to converse with me. We'll catch up next time, I promise. And oh, by the way, if you head back towards the hill, look on the ground, I still haven't picked up my drivers license, bitch!" I wrapped it up, watching him get into his car and peeling out. I was laughing the entire time.

The people in the store asked if we were joking or serious. I told it straight. "Oh, I was serious. I hate that mother-fucker. He's a bad cop."

Just to note that, every time I went in the BP station and he was in there, I would walk towards him and ask, "Want to finish our previous conversation, Jism Jaws?"

And every time, he would give me the death look and walk out. It got to the point that any time he saw me coming, he headed in the opposite direction. Except for one night during the fair later that year. Unfortunately, I am not going to tell you that story now. I am saving it for down the road, later on in this series. It's a good one, too. lol

As you can see with officer Radcliffe, and officer "Jism Jaws" Jenkins, these are bad cops. And we also learned about officer Blair as well. I say bad cops because good cops wouldn't have done what these three have. Good cops are more professional. Good cops work for the betterment of their community while these bad cops work for the thrill of violence and bribery. The good cops don't force me to stand up to them because good cops are not bullies. Officers Radcliffe and Jism Jaws Jenkins are bullies with badges. They are bad cops. End of story.

I don't think Jenkins or Radcliffe are currently employed by the township. But I could be wrong.

All my life, since high school, I have stood up to bullies on behalf of those who are weaker. I served in two military branches doing my part to protecting this country and it's freedoms. I did not serve in the military to allow officers like Radcliffe, and Jism Jaws Jenkins to go around and violate the rights of law abiding citizens, myself included.

I also didn't serve to allow bad cops like Piketon police chief, Brock Clemmons to not file charges against the two attackers who jumped me on the evening of December 3rd, 2019, inside a store, behind my back, with a weapon, while holding a bag in each of my hands.

The Piketon Ohio police force motto is the same as the Pike County sheriff's motto, 'To protect and serve those we like'. 

I have no violent past, no criminal history, and I have never had any repeat problems with law enforcement like I have experienced with the Piketon Ohio police department. Oh, sure, I have had a problem here and there with cops in the past, like a couple in Chillicothe, and one in Franklin county, Ohio, but nothing that reached this magnitude. Those other encounters were isolated incidents. This is a repeated occurrence.

I still point to corrupt Mayor, Billy Spencer, as the trend setter for all of this lawlessness.




I will see you next Wednesday for another installment of "Living In Piketon Ohio".




















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