Tag: Cops
Cop Of The Year: Captain Clay Higgins
This guy is awesome!
Enjoy!
Burglary report of Muller Electric in Opelousas and Savoie Sausage in Port Barre. Just check out his stance.
Capt. Clay Higgins from St. Landry Parish, Louisiana, is know as the “John Wayne” of Cajun country. His straight talk directly to criminals has led to arrests, and Internet fame, reports CBS News’ David Begnaud.
In addition to patrolling the streets of St. Landry Parish, Higgins hosts a weekly “Crime Stoppers” segment for a local news show.
In one video, Higgins spoke directly to thieves who robbed a store for cigarettes.
“If you’re one of these idiots, pay attention son, and try to focus and listen to your elder,” he said in the video. “What you fellas are is the Virginia Slim gang cause you’re certainly not Marlboro men.”
The segments, seen regularly by an audience of 90,000, created a local folk hero.
But it was when one video about a robbery in Lebeau, Louisiana, hit YouTube in July that Higgins became an Internet star; it’s been viewed by more than 5 million people.
“The sheriff likes Stelly’s Restaurant and so do I,” he said in that video. “We’re going to identify you, arrest you and put you in a small cell. After that, I’m going to have a cheeseburger here with fries and a coke and leave a nice tip for the waitress.”
Higgins’ home base is in Opelousas, Louisiana, the heart of Cajun country, famous for its music, cooking and culture.
But Higgins said there’s not a drop of Cajun in him.
Before he was chasing suspects, the New Orleans native was chasing money.
“I had the trapping of success. I was — I had money,” he said. “I was a very successful businessman, but wasn’t fulfilled in my spirit and I knew there was another path for me.”
That path, he said, led him to law enforcement.
“I went from a job making $144,000 a year to making $8 an hour as a cop,” he said.
His cowboy charm is intimidating and effective.
Nine people have turned themselves in the past year, including 20-year-old Chance Carroll.
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Woman Beat Husband Over Flatulence
Hell hath no fury like a woman sphincter whistled!
Cops: Woman Beat Husband Over Flatulence
Victim was kicked, elbowed for passing gas while in bed
Angered by her husband’s repeated farting in bed, a Florida woman allegedly elbowed, kicked, and scratched her spouse, according to police who arrested her for battery.
Dawn Meikle, 55, is facing a misdemeanor charge following a 3:20 AM confrontation in the Port St. Lucie home she shares with her husband Donald.
As detailed in a December 11 arrest affidavit, Donald told cops that “while he was lying in bed he passed gas,” which prompted Dawn to begin “elbowing him on his arm.”
When Donald’s flatulence continued, “Dawn began kicking him and eventually kicked him out of their bed,” police noted. Donald said that he eventually returned to bed, where he “passed gas again.” Not surprisingly, “Dawn began elbowing and kicking him again.”
Donald said that he subsequently sought to restrain his wife, who repeatedly scratched him across his chest. Cops reported that Donald had four or five six-inch scratches on his chest, and that his t-shirt was ripped in three places.
During police questioning, Dawn said that she had “asked Donald several times to stop passing gas in their bed.” But when his flatulence persisted, Dawn admitted, she “began elbowing and kicking him.” Dawn suffered a bloody lip in the fracas, but she told police that Donald “was restraining me and somehow my lip got split open.”
Dawn also told cops that while she was in the bathroom calling 911, she “sprayed pepper spray in the air to keep Donald out of the restroom.”
Pictured above, Dawn was booked into the county jail on the battery charge. Free on bond, she is scheduled for a December 28 arraignment on the misdemeanor count. (2 pages)
The Final Inspection
The policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
“Step forward now, policeman,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My church have you been true?”
The policeman squared his shoulders,
And said, “No Lord. I guess I ain’t.
Because those who carry badges,
Can’t always be a saint.”
“I’ve had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough…
and sometimes I’ve been violent,
because the streets are awful tough.”
“But I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.”
“And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I wept unmanly tears.”
“I know I don’t deserve a place,
among the people here.
The never wanted me around,
except to calm their fear.”
“If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
it needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But, if you don’t…I’ll understand.”
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where saints had often trod,
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
“Step forward now, policeman,
You’ve borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on heaven’s streets,
You’ve done your time in hell.”
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