i’ve had it with these mofo german cops and their motherfucking breathalyzers
Every damned weekend i get to meet representatives of the german police, which goes out of it’s way to keep murderers and rapists on the streets by diverting it’s tremedous ressources of officers and flashy new police vehicles to traffic controls in front of what seems like every location that happens to sell alcohol in our country.
Of course seeing my driver’s license is not enough, neither is a warning for speeding into their control, which they of course never back with hard facts like a speed measurement device of any sort ( because all of those are directed at places more prone to accidents, like a 6-lane 50km/h street where they know they’ll earn 40 bucks every 20 seconds ). Of course they have to check my license plate, (VW standard-) rim measurements and tech checkup dates. And of course they’ll get even more pissed off when they found out i drank only enough to stay within the legal limits – and that there’s not even a dead fly on the car they can make a fuss about.
Seriously, i understand them:
I’d also pester young germans who drive reasonably fashionable 15 years old sports cars instead of having a knife pulled on me by same age lebanese who drive a 120 grand Mercedes SL they could have never paid with stolen cellphones alone, just for stopping them because maybe they do burnouts in the middle of the night in the middle of the city or maybe because they go 90km/h in 30km/h zones or maybe because they have more drugs on board than the next pharmacy has in stock.
One of the things i really missed in the months i happened to drive a 7 series BMW for some reason was not the money that went into the fuel tank of that gasoline eating monster, but police controls – their heart warming simplicity really gives you a fuzzy feeling now and then:
Most of the time it starts out with the action part, flashing police lights right behind you!
(I say most of the time, because sometimes you have those nuts who put on the hazard lights and stay behind you until you notice a few klicks down the road that the guy with the broken car is actually not decelerating).
The rest of the story always follows the same routine ”
You know, it’s not like i have better things to do on the way home, but spending more time with police then with some of your friends makes you think about where the zillion euro state deficit really comes from.
One day i’ll obtain a warrant to have all those police stalkers stay 50 metres away from me.
