And we’re supposed to trust these clowns??

Posted on May 25, 2016 by KG

‘Police handling of 4WD snow operation “hopeless”, rescuer says’
Never mind the hypothermia – make sure the Health and Safety boxes are all ticked….

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22 Responses to And we’re supposed to trust these clowns??

  1. mawm says:
    May 25, 2016 at 17:37

    What about the idiots who went, with their kids, without checking the weather – or, if they did, were so out of their depth when it turned so nasty. Having a 4×4 does not mean you can just suddenly go anywhere. They are very lucky that NZ has people like Tickle and Moyle who risk their lives saving others. http://falfn.com/CrusaderRabbit/wp-content/plugins/wp-monalisa/icons/wpml_good.gif

  2. Brown says:
    May 25, 2016 at 19:26

    When the police realise policing is, on occasion, dangerous they will stop doing it for fear of having to prosecute themselves if someone gets hurt. Just as well traffic duties are so much safer and profitable – a win win. I don’t know how the good ones, and there still are some, stomach the modern police force.

    • KG says:
      May 25, 2016 at 19:53

      Spot-on, Brown.

    • Cadwallader says:
      May 26, 2016 at 05:56

      It pisses me off when the media refer to the death of an idiot who has refused to stop for the police. No matter how many miles down the road from the police that the idiot kills himself it is invariably reported as a “police chase” to frame it all as the fault of the police. I cannot blame the police for being a bit chary about it all.

      • KG says:
        May 26, 2016 at 06:58

        Good point, Cad but police officers all too often are content to toe the H&S line and pick on the easy targets.
        We’ve ended up with the cops we deserve for not making more noise and insisting they be left to do their job and insisting also that they bloody well do it.
        They’re bureaucrats in a (blue) gang uniform. Too often lazy, too often bullies and much too often tools of politicians.
        Their habit of referring to their employers (us) as “civilians” is quite revealing.

  3. Ronbo says:
    May 25, 2016 at 23:02

    Rule Number One: Never call the NZ police in a snow emergency….Instead call the guy with the snow cat. http://falfn.com/CrusaderRabbit/wp-content/plugins/wp-monalisa/icons/wpml_wink.gif

  4. Flashman says:
    May 26, 2016 at 07:05

    Golden Rule: Avoid all voluntary contact with police officers.

      • Ronbo says:
        May 26, 2016 at 07:47

        When I was a kid, my family never called the police. In fact, my neighborhood never called the cops. We took care of things ourselves. Like the Peeping Tom, for example. My dad and some neighbors formed a vigilante chapter and took turns keeping watch at night. Then one fine Saturday evening when the moon was full, the pervert came lurking around bathroom windows and the vigilantes jumped him and beat the crap out of him. He was never seen in our town after that night…Ditto the bike thief…Ditto the drunk who came home every night boozed up and beat his wife. For some reason he didn’t like to be on the wrong end of beating by several men with rubber hoses. He disappeared too.

        Yes, on 24th street, we never called the cops, but we got the cops called on us, but they never could prove anything. :-)

        • KG says:
          May 26, 2016 at 07:48

          Way to go! http://falfn.com/CrusaderRabbit/wp-content/plugins/wp-monalisa/icons/wpml_yes.gif And never mind the police and politicians whining about “vigilantism”.

  5. Cadwallader says:
    May 26, 2016 at 08:07

    I think that being a vigilante is a noble pursuit when it comes to crimes against the person, but those who snitch to the tax collectors and similar bureaucrats are just that; snitches.

  6. mara says:
    May 26, 2016 at 09:39

    Cops in NZ were once to be feared. When I was growing up a few, erm, decades ago, my parents’ threat to call the cops kept me more or less in line. eg, a little thief got bawled at by cops then had a bit of parental attitude readjustment with the wooden spoon. Ah, the good old days. http://falfn.com/CrusaderRabbit/wp-content/plugins/wp-monalisa/icons/wpml_cool.gif

    • KG says:
      May 26, 2016 at 12:03

      We get sneered at for saying it, Mara, but they really were the “good old days”.

  7. Darin says:
    May 26, 2016 at 17:26

    Choppers,in a blizzard?Bout as useful as a Violin in a demolition derby.http://falfn.com/CrusaderRabbit/wp-content/plugins/wp-monalisa/icons/wpml_wacko.gif

    • KG says:
      May 26, 2016 at 17:57

      And twice as dangerous.. http://falfn.com/CrusaderRabbit/wp-content/plugins/wp-monalisa/icons/wpml_sad.gif

      • Ronbo says:
        May 27, 2016 at 04:54

        A helicopter is a flying accident waiting to happen in the best of conditions, much less in a blizzard. A few years back I happened to be taking an early morning walk near the Space Needle in Seattle – and heard several explosions a few blocks away, so I hurried over to investigate. A helicopter belonging to a TV news outfit was making a takeoff from their helipad that was right across the street from the Space Needle. In seconds after the aircraft lifted off one story up and moved over to the street, the engine stopped and the helicopter fell like a rock on to the street below in the morning rush hour traffic. The car unlucky enough to be crashed on exploded into a fireball that set off the fully fueled up news helicopter and instantly killed the pilot and cameraman. The driver of the car survived somehow with severe burns. There were several other cars involved, but everyone survived with minor injuries; however, five or six cars were destroyed in one fell swoop.

        I got to the scene after only several minutes had lapsed and the street looked like a war zone – cars on fire, emergency vehicles racing in, medics treating screaming people – so my first thought was that the Muslims had tried to bomb the Space Needle – I didn’t see the ruins of the helicopter – just the burning cars – so it looked like to me that a car bomb had went off.

        Anyhow, the weather conditions were excellent that morning, the wind was low, the helicopter had just the day before been inspected and passed with flying colors, and the pilot was an ex-Army helicopter driver with thousands of hours under his seat…but the engine suddenly cutoff for reasons unknown – tragic accident and all of that rot.