Fire Her, Then Light Her Up

h/t Irish

So, a Dallas PD douchebadgette "walks" into the wrong apartment after her shift (we call that breaking and entering for mere mortals), gets into a verbal altercation with the rightful resident (disturbing the peace), shoots him (aggravated assault, assault with a deadly weapon), and he dies (murder in the second degree). That's murder with a firearm during the commission of a felony, under color of authority, which invokes both special circumstances and federal criminal civil rights violations as well.

So DPD decides to see if she was high or drunk, and put her on paid admin leave.

Instead of, say, arresting her on the spot, booking her for felony murder, and setting her bail at about $1M, like they would have if the citizen of color she wrongfully murdered for being in not-her-apartment were the offending party.

Here, let's break down the algorithm for that:
Did you shoot him? Yes.
Were you justified? No.
Were you then, in actual fact, in the act of committing a felony? Yes.
Okay, turn around, put your hands behind your back, you're under arrest for murder.
Easy peasey, just like it works everywhere else, for everyone else, going back some centuries, even several millennia.
We call that quaint custom "justice".

Clearly, DPD learned nothing from getting five officers terminated with extreme prejudice a couple years back, and are begging for another lesson. I hope they get it, and in spades. They'll deserve it. Obviously, the lesson still hasn't been driven home well enough to stick.

Lesson to everyone else, esp. in Texas: if someone enters your apartment, even by mistake, cut them down on the spot, no yakking, no second thoughts, just kill the fuckers. And then afterwards, there'll be your side of the story, and the corpse's side, and the corpse ain't sayin' much.

Stupid bint should be lucky to take LWOP in exchange for no death penalty, if she pleads guilty in the next 48 hours with no b.s or lawyering up. After that, line her up on the fast track to lethal injection. We'll see whether Texas is a republic, or a banana republic, by Monday morning. No points for guessing the outcome.

Oh, and last I Iooked, landlords cleverly put your apartment number/letter on the goddam door, so that even semi-blind fucktards tired from a long shift can read them before they break into the wrong one. Who knew, right?

"Avoid second-degree murder with this one weird trick...open your goddamned eyes!"

That's not "Oopsie!', that's murder, not mere manslaughter, and you get no more pass for that than when you run someone over while DUI.

She should be sitting in jail in a jumpsuit discussing a plea bargain to avoid lethal injection now, not walking around acting faux butthurt and broken up, or trying to gin up an alibi via a union-appointed shyster. If there was any honor in that department, the officers she works with would be presenting her severed head to a grand jury themselves, right now, and on a silver platter, by way of apology to both the victim's family, and the entire city of Dallas. When the yakuza have more honor and discipline than the police in your (or any other) town, your civilization is completely FUBAR'ed, and riding an express train to a biblical level of resetting. That train will arrive. You heard it here first.

Being a cop is a tough job. It's even tougher when you're stupid.
But it's tougher for everyone, cop or not, when you commit murder, and then TPTB treat you with kid gloves for fucking up in the worst way legally possible, instead of justly hammering your ass for killing people because you're too incompetent to be trusted with a firearm and a badge.

That means you get held to a higher standard of accountability than Joe Blow, not a lower one.

Don't like that?
Call the Waaahmbulance.

Then go sell shoes or become a cocktail waitress, and GTFO of taxpayer-paid employment.
If there are two standards of law in Texas instead of one for everybody, folks should simply take the privilege of capital punishment back into their own hands, and visit it on whomsoever they please.

And disarm their police officers, by law and custom.
If you can't be trusted to be armed, you lose the privilege of carrying arms as part of your employment.
Go five years without murdering people in their homes, and we can talk about restoring the privilege. Until them, you get a citation book and a pencil, and maybe a whistle.
Best wishes on making it to retirement.
Now you know how the dead guy in a pool of his own blood in apartment 3A feels, assholes, and specifically because Officer Suzie Fuckwit walked into his home and capped him, because she doesn't know where she lives. (Hint: maybe you guys should sew your names and addresses inside your underpants, just like mommy did for you when you were in kindergarten. Just saying. And if it's that bad at the hiring board, letting you have guns is right out, and completely off the table for further discussion.)

I'm old enough to remember when Sheriff Andy, Sgt. Friday, and Adam-12 weren't fictional characters. But you jack-booted thugs have killed that legacy, probably forever, and on purpose.

And when One Shot Paddy moves into your town to stay, and every day is a crap shoot whether you make it to lunch or not, don't come bitching to the citizens you're fucking over daily to take your side, like they owe you or something. It ain't happening, and you all are the reason.
Dollars to donuts they'll be the ones setting you up for culling, and happy to do it.

You shat in your bed, now you can lie in it.

If anybody, law enforcement or not, is really all broken up about how many decent and conscientious officers, and innocent citizens, will have to die because of this, qwitcherbitchin, and start weeding out the halfwits and thugs now.

With a machete and a wood chipper.

Nothing less than that will suffice any longer.

And when a couple of guys whose funerals hundreds of you LE folks will attend get a faceful of lead while eating a sandwich sitting in their black-and-whites, remember, it happened because you were too chickenshit to do the right thing when it was easy, and their blood will be on your hands.

FOLLOW UPS:
Strike One!
Strike Two!
Strike Three!