No Knock SWAT Raids

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62. Of course there is more.

But completely irrelevant.

I imagine they decided to ignore the open door and written combination was because they had new toys from the Department of Homeland Security. And this was the first time they got to try them out.


The truly irrelevant part would be why they raided my brother's house in the first place. It starts, as all good Rightwing defined "scandals" begin, with a blowjob.

Some gal wanted to give my brother a blowjob. Being a gallant gentleman he bowed to her wish and the lady didst give the good man some good head. Unfortunately the scurrilous maiden was such a wanton that she did brag about said deed to her boyfriend (the blowjob presumably being an attempt to get back at said lad for some unknown previous indiscretion on his part). The boyfriend laid hands upon the lady prompting a visit by the local constabulary who decided, as they are wont to do, that drugs must have played a part. And thus commenced the watch on my brother's person.

Then my brother got elected to the County 4-H Fair Board. One member put together a full slate of candidates against all of his fellow members. My brother was the only one to defeat the incumbent. The man who talked him into running did so because of nefarious goings on, but refused to tell my brother, wanting my brother to verify the man's suspicions independantly. It did not take long.

At his very first Board meeting, the woman in charge of the concession stands submitted a request for reimbursment of $100,000 in supplies. My brother surprised the poor lass by asking for a receipt.

"I didn't save it," she replied.

"Can we see the cancelled check, then?"

"I didn't use a check."

"Can we see the credit card satement?"

"I didn't use a credit card."

"You're telling me that you walked into Wal-Mart with $100,000 in cash?!?"

"Who are you?"

"And didn't I read in the paper that you just opened up a catering business?"

"I don't have to put up with this! I've worked here for years!"

"Hear! Hear!" shouted the other Board members, excepting the man who talked my brother into running for office. The Board quickly sided with the woman, whom they had all known for decades, and who was a good, decent church-going lady with a lovely family. They just knew she was one of the "good" people.

Side not: this is why corruption is so rampant in rural areas. Once you obtain "good" people status, nobody will believe anything bad about you.

After going through all the 4-H Fair channels requesting the State Board for an audit ("only if the entire Country Board votes for it&quot , etc, my brother turned to the Sheriff Department. That would be the police who already believe my brother to be one of the "bad" people.

It probably did not help that the woman in question, unbeknown to my brother, sat on the Peer Review Board of the Sheriff Department.

Thar be Dragons in this tale.

The plot thickens further. A neighbor, a notorious thief and biggest drug dealer in the County, steals my brother's phone and credit card. My brother turns him into the police.

Alas, said man is the biggest drug dealer in the County through the simple expediant of being the County's biggest snitch. Any time competition pops up in the drug trade, he rats the man out to the cops. They view him as their best snitch. He views them as dupes helping him maintain his position atop the drug dealing heirarchy.

The cops do not want to throw their #1 snitch in jail. But they do want to throw my brother in jail. When the snitch's girlfriend is caught by security cameras using my brother's credit card, they bring the two of them into HQ where they ask them if rather than having stolen the card was it possible that my brother gave them the card in payment for his helping my brother in the drug trade and her working as a prostitute.

"Sure, why not," they reply.

And thus was the Keystone Cop raid born. Followed quickly by an announcement that the largest criminal organization outside the state capitol had been broken up and it's leader, my brother, arrested. By coincidence I happend to return for a visit to the family farm that evening. Stopping in town on the way I started hearing the story and everyone's surprise at the news.

As the weekend progressed I went to the bar where all the drug dealers hang out. Last time I stopped at the American Legion a woman accused me of being a devil worshipper. Nay, SCREAMED at me for several long minutes accusing me of worshiping the Great Lord Satan.

You have a choice. Sit next to a man offering to sell you drugs. Or sit next to woman screaming at you for being Satanic. I think you can see why I would choose the former.

Again, it's a rural thing. Most college kids, people who left and come back for a vist, and even local professionals hang out with the drug dealers because, frankly, they're a lot nicer bunch.

Back to the story. I spend an evening in there listening to everyone talk about how shocked they are about my brother's arrest. Something about it was bothering me. Then it finally clicked. "Who were his customers," I asked? "If it isn't any of you people, then just who the hell was he selling to?"

That caused a bit of a consternation. Who was he selling to? By the next evening the bar was full of people saying they'd spoken to everyone they knew and could not turn up a single fact to back up the official story. Suddenly it all began to seem really fishy.

Ultimately, my brother got a good lawyer. When asked under oath about his story, the snitch freely offered up the fact that the cops actually came up with the story, and he was just going along with whatever the cops asked of him. The only thing they had was the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots.

Oh, yes! I forgot this bit about the Keystone Cops raid. They obtained a warrant. My mom heard them after the raid asking the prosecutor to get the warrant. Her testimony would, of course, be worthless. But the cops did not bother post-dating their reports. They put the actual time of the raid on their reports, while the warrant had the actual time it was issued after the raid.

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

The judge issued a continuance while he considered the motion to disallow the marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. "See you in two months".

Brother's lawyer can't do anything. Only one judge in the County. Did I mention this was in a rural area where corruption is rampant?

My brother, suspended from work during this ordeal and out of money, was bankrupted into taking a plea deal on possession of marijuana residue on old, dusty pots. After a year of home detention, my brother went back to his job as a Rural Letter Carrier for the US Post Office. There was some dispute about that in which the Union actually made a forcible defense of my brother. His customers were thrilled as apparently his replacements weren't all that good at the job. One of them was pretty pissed as she thought she was going to get the job.

I guess she joins my brother as a victim in all of this.




Wondering what happened to the woman running the concession stands, aren't you? A few years later the large contingent of teenage 4-H members who worked the concession stands that year during Fair stormed a 4-H Fair Board meeting demanding that the woman be fired.

They said they were tired of her stealing money.

She is, alas, still a "good" person in the community. But no longer working Fair.