As a police officer, have you ever encountered a cocky civilian who later got what they deserved? In your professional opinion, would the individual in question be a likely repeat offender?
A few come to mind.#1 - In the late 1980’s, there were certain neighborhood intersections in South Central Los Angeles/Compton area where you could find two to ten guys on all four corners slinging crack cocaine. There was always a rock house within a house, or two, of the intersection. These houses were identifiable, by the barred windows, metal security gates on the front door and an enclosed, barred up front porch, further protecting the security door. And there were also at least a half dozen hoods hanging out in the yard.One day we tried jamming the guys who were selling crack. Everyone who was holding, which was almost everyone, ran to the rock house and were let in, then the front porch gate and security door were slammed shut. That left us with a couple of crackheads to search. They had nothing on them, because we had interrupted their purchases. We were running them for warrants, when the guy who owned the house, decided to come striding out to us.This guy had a big grin on his face and mock innocently asked, “Oh deputies, did you want to talk to me? I had to run into the house for a minute.”, then he snickered and automatically put his hands on the hood of our car, moved his legs back and spread his feet, saying, “Go ahead and search me.” I knew damn well, I wasn’t going to find anything on him, but I searched him anyway. Lo and behold, He had a rock about the size of a gumball in his pocket. As soon as I felt it and realized what it was, he also realized what it was, because his whole body language changed from one of total confidence to one of total defeat.I hooked him up, pulled out the rock, so he could see it, with a big smile on my face. The guy looked at it, shook his head and kind of chuckled, as he said, “Man, I came out to clown you guys and look who ended up lookin‡ like a fool. You got me.” He took it really well and was friendly the whole way back. But that was back when our gangsters were stand up guys and not a bunch of wannabe crybabies, yelling for their friends to, “Call my momma!”, when the cops arrested them. So, even though this guy was cocky and got his comeuppance for it, I had a lot of respect for him smiling about it. Likelihood of being a repeat offender = 100%#2 - In the early 1980’s, we had a crip gang in a upper middle class neighborhood of our city. The homeowners were professional people, business owners and college grads. But the neighborhood was just a mile, or so, from the city of Compton, and ganster rap was big, as were the accompanying videos, so a lot of their kids wanted to be gangsters. The gangs in Compton and the rest of our city, thought of them as wannabes and pooh butts, because they were considered “rich kids”, who were “play banging”. Eventually they did up their game and committed several armored car robberies, in the 1990’s, where they would just execute the guards.Anyway, in the mid 1990’s, one of this gang’s members was named, “Fat Jody”. He was fat and his name was Jody, so there wasn’t a lot of imagination that went into the name. Anytime he was stopped he would have a smirk on his face. One of his homies wiped that smirk off of his face by putting a bullet in the back of his head and spattering his teeth across the front windshield of the car they were in. I know a lot of gangsters that got killed during my 29 years at that station, almost all were worse than Fat Jody, but Fat Jody was the only one who, for some reason, made me smirk when I heard he’d been killed. Maybe, it’s because I had absolutely no respect for Fat Jody. He let the other fools in his gang do stuff and try to bask in the glory of whatever numbskull stunt they were involved in, without taking part in it himself. Likelihood of being a repeat offender = 0%Then there was two deputies.Deputy #1 - I went to the academy with this guy. The way the academy works is, you are in the academy for 40 hours a week for 6 months. The classes are broken into about 50 minute blocks of instruction. Then you get a 10 minute break, and you get a 60 minute lunch break. Lunch does not count as part of your 8 hour day.During breaks, this guy would act like the class know-it-all. But at the end of every block of instruction, when the instructors would ask if there were any questions, this dipshit would always have several questions. Every minute spent on his stupid questions was a minute taken away from our break time. And they were stupid questions, that we all knew he knew the answer to, because we all knew the answer to them. He just wanted to be noticed. Here’s a tip for any of you fixing to join a law enforcement academy. You can be the question cadet, or you can be the class know-it-all. You can’t be both. It doesn’t make any logical sense.So we graduated and on the sheriff’s department your first assignment was the jails. We spent about 30 months working the jails, before being assigned to a station. Before you go to a station, you go to a 2 week refresher course called Patrol School. Once again, Dipshit was the question cadet and the class know-it-all. During breaks the deputies would gather into groups according to the station they were being assigned to. Our group had eleven deputies all going to Carson Station. During the breaks, guys would ask each other things like,Typical Conversation 1“Hey, how do you get your boots so shiny?”“Well I heat the wax before I put it on, and I keep a cup of ice water to wet my polishing rag.”“I keep a piece of pantyhose in my pocket to shine out any scuffs”Dipshit would interrupt with, “Pfffft, you don’t need to worry about polishing your boots. Patrol deputies don’t polish their boots.”“Yeeahhh, I think that’s a secret they only want you to know.”Typical Conversation 2“Hey, what do you have in your war bag?”“I have blah blah blah….”“I have blah blah blah….”Dipshit would interrupt with, “Pfffft, you don’t need to worry about any of that stuff. Your Training Officer will have everything you need.”“Yeeahhh, you go ahead with that then.”So we got to our station and Dipshit was assigned to an FTO named Keith Kodera. Kodera had a reputation as a terror unleashed by the devil on trainees. Within a month, or so, Kodera had kicked Dipshit out of the car at least twice. Oh, and much to Dipshit’s surprise, Kodera reamed his ass for having unshined boots and, surprise, surprise, Kodera did expect Dipshit to have his own supplies and gear in his war bag. What an idiot. Likelihood of being a repeat offender = 100%Deputy #2 - I wrote about this guy in another answer and I don’t want to get into the whole thing, this answer is already long enough. Suffice it to say, I didn’t think much of him as a cop. I would not have trusted him to risk his ass for me. One day, after he had gotten off of training, he was working the front desk on the grave yard shift. He was kicked back on a personal phone call, when a guy came into the station lobby, obviously upset. He tried several times to get the deputy to answer a question, but the deputy, just kept blowing him off, as he continued to talk on the phone.Well that didn’t do much to soothe the upset fellow. Mr. Upset, became Mr. Pissed Off, drew a gun and started capping rounds off at Deputy Dumbass. The first round skipped across his back, which caused him to drop his feet from his desk and sit up straight. The second round went through Deputy Dipshit’s left bicep, then hit the pen in Dipshit’s left breast pocket. The pen tore through the shirt and went flying into Dipshit’s right bicep. Now both of his arms were useless, but Mr. Pissed Off wasn’t out of rounds and was still pissed off. As the rounds kept coming, Dipshit hit on the brilliant plan of hitting the deck and rolling around to avoid being hit by bullets. In his panicked state, I’m not sure if he confused, “running for cover”, with, “duck and cover”, or, “being under fire”, with, “being on fire”. In either case, wrong response, because Mr. Pissed Off just leaned over the lobby counter and continued firing down.Lucky for Dipshit, Deputy Scott Orr, Deputy Jon Brick and Deputy Aaron Bartsch were a few feet away, behind the one way glass of the dispatch office. Orr was closest to the door and went through it firing. He walked toward the gunman firing, forcing the gunman to redirect his fire at Deputy Orr, Deputy Brick leaned out the door and also began firing, while Deputy Orr continued walking toward the gunman and Dipshit. Deputy Bartsch couldn’t get past Deputy Brick, so he decided to see if the dispatch office’s bullet proof glass was bullet proof on both sides. Turned out it was, so he changed his plan to letting the station and field units know there was a gunfight in the station lobby and one deputy was down.Deputy Orr reached Dipshit, bent over and grabbed him by the collar with one hand, and dragged him back toward the dispatch office, as he and Deputy Brick continued to fire. The suspect died on the lobby floor. Dipshit retired medically. Likelihood of being a repeat offender = 0%The more detailed answer is under my response to What is the greatest episode of Karmic Justice you've ever witnessed?