This thread's for you, CJ7.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...&v=J_I6ozi8KBc
I guess if this guy had just opened his gate, there would have been no problem, right?
Then Sheriff Joe Arapaio and actor Steven Seagall wouldn't have had to ram through the gate in a TANK.
To rescue roosters from a cock fighting ring. For a TV reality show. No fucking kidding.
Here is more from Andrew Sullivan:
http://dish.andrewsullivan.com/2013/...complex-ctd-2/
And this is a must-read article from Radly Balko:
http://www.salon.com/2013/07/07/%E2%...ut_of_control/
Key quote:
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"Sal Culosi is dead because he bet on a football game — but it wasn’t a bookie or a loan shark who killed him. His local government killed him, ostensibly to protect him from his gambling habit.
Several months earlier at a local bar, Fairfax County, Virginia, detective David Baucum overheard the thirty-eight-year-old optometrist and some friends wagering on a college football game. “To Sal, betting a few bills on the Redskins was a stress reliever, done among friends,” a friend of Culosi’s told me shortly after his death. “None of us single, successful professionals ever thought that betting fifty bucks or so on the Virginia–Virginia Tech football game was a crime worthy of investigation.” Baucum apparently did. After overhearing the men wagering, Baucum befriended Culosi as a cover to begin investigating him. During the next several months, he talked Culosi into raising the stakes of what Culosi thought were just more fun wagers between friends to make watching sports more interesting. Eventually Culosi and Baucum bet more than $2,000 in a single day. Under Virginia law, that was enough for police to charge Culosi with running a gambling operation. And that’s when they brought in the SWAT team.
On the night of January 24, 2006, Baucum called Culosi and arranged a time to drop by to collect his winnings. When Culosi, barefoot and clad in a T-shirt and jeans, stepped out of his house to meet the man he thought was a friend, the SWAT team began to move in. Seconds later, Det. Deval Bullock, who had been on duty since 4:00 AM and hadn’t slept in seventeen hours, fired a bullet that pierced Culosi’s heart.
Sal Culosi’s last words were to Baucum, the cop he thought was a friend: “Dude, what are you doing?”
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Yup. You need a SWAT team to go to an amateur gambler's house to make a bust. You know how dangerous those optometrists can be.