The Cox dude can’t get a break
So the Cox guy who I spent the better part of the day with runs over to his office to get another modem for my TV and he’s gone a while – he tells me later that he got totally run down by the cops at the circle in front of the museum – he went through a yellow light and the cop stops him and says it was red, he says no it wasn’t it was yellow and you were right behind me so why would I run it red? Cop says explain that to the court. The cop then says give me your insurance card – the Cox dude can’t find it but knows it is in the truck somewhere so while he is searching the cop goes in back of the van and rips off the license plate and posts a sticker on it that says the car is in violation.
WHAT?
We are living in a city that is the Number One Murder Capital of the World – and two police cars, one following behind him that goes through the yellow light with him, and another sitting off to the side have not a goddamn thing to do but run this guy through the mill – an innocent man while he is minding his own business. He is in a Cox van. He is a clean cut guy. And what?
This kind of shit makes me want to take up personal arms and become a vigilante – police can’t do jack for us – so we need to find our own way out here in the wild wild not so west.