Guest Post by Cassius Methyl
(ANTIMEDIA) Little Rock, Arkansas — Late last month, an Arkansas police officer sparked a manhunt and investigation after claiming a motorist shot him during a traffic stop. In reality, the officer shot himself, and once authorities discovered this, he was subsequently fired and arrested for filing a false police report.
According to local NBC affiliate KXAN, Officer David Houser “called in a traffic stop about 2 a.m. on Oct. 24, on rural state highway 15, about 30 miles east of Little Rock. Shortly after calling in the stop, Houser reported to police dispatch that the driver had shot him and he had returned fire with his service weapon.”
Last month, a news release from the department featured Houser’s detailed account of the non-existent incident. The police were initially incensed that someone tried to kill an officer. Houser had claimed a bullet “grazed across his bullet-resistant vest and deflected off a pen,” and that he knocked the Hispanic shooter’s gun away as he fired at him.
The officer claimed the shooter managed to get away.
However, investigators soon noticed holes in Houser’s story. “The more we investigated, the more it became clear that the details of his story were inconsistent,” Police Chief Nathan Cook said. “We went after it as if we were going after someone who had just tried to kill a police officer.”
“The crime scene was staged. The bullet hole was self-inflicted,” Cook continued. “He had laid out some different caliber (casings) to make it appear he had exchanged gunfire. He did discharge his service weapon.” Though Cook explained the inconsistencies in the story, it remains unclear why Houser shot himself in the first place.
After being fired on Monday for admitting he lied during the investigation into his unlikely story, he turned himself in on Tuesday. He was booked into the Lonoke County Detention Center, according to state police and Sheriff’s office records.
Unsurprisingly, he immediately walked out after paying bond.
Thank God Obama has just ruled that no future employer can ask about his police records.
I’m glad to see he’s being treated every bit as strictly as would anyone else who accidentally shot a cop and later filed a false police report.
Of course he will claim mental duress from the stress of being a hero police officer and will eventually receive a medical disability for life and his pension as well, if he had enough years in to collect one.
Remember folks, the only people to be trusted with guns are the police and the military. They are automatically noble heroes the nano-second they put their government issued costume on.
Here’s comedy gold and confirmation of what I speculated on (sort of)….I checked the original story and looked for updates and lookie see what we have here…from http://kxan.com/2015/11/03/arkansas-officer-arrested-after-false-claim-of-being-shot/
“Houser was hired by the department in October 2013, Cook said, adding that the department does not plan to re-examine any of Houser’s arrests during his employment.
“He was a good officer,” Cook said. “I’m not a doctor, so I can’t speculate why this happened. I know he’s had some personal losses lately. We just hope he gets the help he needs.”
Bwahaha. One disability pension for life……….coming right up!
You want to know why he’ll get paid? Not because his ‘brother officers’ give a shit about him, oh no. It’s to cover their own ass for hiring a fuck-up. Anytime a cop pull some shit like this, the upper echelons of the Heroes close ranks and does whatever it takes to keep their cushy jobs.
I have some doubts he “accidentally” shot himself.
Things like having some other spent cartridges from a different gun handy seem to make me think he deliberately shot himself to make himself the center of attention and a hero.
But I wouldn’t make that as an outright claim since I have no way of proving it true, just something I’m suspicious about.
“He had laid out some different caliber (casings) ”
On TV (my main source of all worldly knowledge) the cops always carry a spare piece, or a throw down, just in case they need to frame someone (like I said, comes from TV)
This is the first time I ever hear of cops carrying around empty shells from a different caliber gun.
They must have a complete kit of fake evidence used to assist in creating probable cause, for all occasions. little cellophane packets, empty baggies, empty shells, used condoms…..
Another good reason to never allow these guys to search your car.
“I found something, looks like the same shells from that shooting last week, step out of the car mr. pablito”
I got 4 words for you coppers, “go fuck your self”
I wonder if donut forgot he was wearing a body cam or dashcam was on.
Maybe he was delirious from sugar low (lack of donuts)
When cops roust some jerkoff on the street for laughs and grins, and take his little bag of goodies or a gun, but don’t arrest him, that goes into the police kitty called “Get me out of a Internal Affairs Investigation”.
Imagine how much money disappears into the pockets of these Heros from rousting drug dealers and letting them go. When a cop walks into a dope dealers home, everything in it is up for grabs…money, guns, some coke for the Hero….anything. It’s like the free BJ’s they get from hookers.
In the little CT town I lived in when I was a kid, a heroin dealer got busted and he had a couple of kilos of smack. The drugs later on disappeared from the police station and the State Police were called in to investigate. What a fucking joke. Imagine you were accused in high school of stealing the office small change box and the investigators were all your high school buddies.
Of course no evidence of wrong doing was found and the whole incident was swept under the rug. No one ever explained what happened to the heroin.
But one of the local cops involved waited just a few months and then bought a brand new Chevy Suburban and a speed boat with trailer. No one found that suspicious at all. Best part? That particular cop eventually became the Chief of Police.
What a racket. Always was. Worse now. They can kill you will impunity.
I had a recent stop by a belligerent cop who was obviously suffering from Stupid. On my way home from seeing my son at college, I was stopped by a local policeman in a podunk town in the hills. I was doing 78 mph on a state highway. His first question after informing me I was going 78? “What is that sweet spicey smell in your car?”
Now, I use essential oils for a number of reasons… the mint oils help with muscle soreness from being in the drivers seat, the aromatic oils help alertness, the herbals help with cuts, scrapes, etc. (FDA disclaimer required here… any medical benefit I feel I derive from essential oils is all in my imagination.)
So, I pulled a couple of bottles from my little bag and showed him/let him sniff. Then he said “That isn’t that synthetic spice drug I’ve heard about, is it?”
Well, I don’t know what that synthetic spice drug is, but if it was, would I TELL him? And the only “spice” I know of is the one that the time-space benders used in Frank Herbert’s DUNE to take passengers on space travel, but it certainly wasn’t the time to bring that up. I wasn’t sure this guy reads. So, I said no… that it is a reputable oil company that sells aromatic oils for a variety of uses. That I simply like the aroma when I drive.
Then, while I was digging around in my glove box for my current insurance card (Why the hell I don’t throw old ones away, I don’t know… but I still haven’t done so), he walked around my car shining the light in, which was irritating. I wasn’t really nervous, just kind of annoyed that I was getting a ticket for 78mph in a 70mph zone. In my opinion, that really isn’t speeding.
I found the card and said so loudly. He waddled back to the driver’s window (he was probably about 5’8″ with a gut that was straining against his uniform shirt with such force I was afraid his buttons were going to pop and put my eye out. He leaned in and nodded toward the back of my little Hyundai SUV.
“What do you have in that big cooler back there?”
Immediately I realized he was probing now, looking for an excuse to search my car. I was a bit weirded out because I’m a 53 year old mother of a college student driving on a back road to avoid a lot of night traffic on the interstate highway (I hate semi truck lights at night and I grew up in the boonies, so country roads don’t bother me.) and so far I’ve been accused of using Spice and now, the guy wants in my cooler and even though I’m sure he’s ready for something to eat, I don’t think it is for a sammich. I couldn’t help but chuckle at my own thoughts as I tried to decide how to handle the situation. He immediately got irritated.
“What’s so funny. Can I see what’s so funny about that cooler?”
I made a decision. “Sure. It is full of empty quart jars. I just left from taking my son at college a half dozen jars of ready made meals he can heat up and am bringing empties home. I think it is kind of funny that I have a cooler full of empty jars.”
Deputy Tubby stepped back from the door and swung his flashlight toward the back of my car. “I’d like to see inside.”
I got out of my car and said, “Okay, but I want you to know that I know I don’t have to show you what is in that cooler without a warrant.”
He looked like he was going to argue with me, so I stopped walking. He said “Well, I could call and get a warrant pretty easy, but you are right.”
I figured I’d take that as agreement since I carry a loaded 38 when I drive and it isn’t in the open and I don’t have my conceal carry license for Missouri yet. I knew if he found that, I’d end up face down in the dirt with my hands cuffed behind me.
When I got to the back of my car, I was surprised to discover a second cop standing with his feet shoulder width apart at the rear window, hand on his weapon as if expecting me to do something crazy I needed to be shot for. I did begin to get worried whether my son had taken that bottle of homemade plum wine my cousin sent him out of my cooler, but I opened the hatch and tossed the cooler lid open, revealing several empty quart mason jars and one full of pasta and vegetable scraps (for my chickens) from dinner I’d made the night before. I started pulling the jars out one by one, showing him the labels — Chili, Spaghetti Sauce, Meatballs, Beef Stew, etc. when he said “That’s alright… I can see that you were telling the truth. But you gotta admit it sounds suspicious when someone claims they have a cooler full of empty jars.” He was mumbling a bit and I could see that he was embarassed. Poor Deputy Tubby.
Then he spied the one little half-pint of APIJ sitting in the corner of the cooler. “What’s that?”
I’d forgotten to give my son the little jar of new, improved Apple Pie in Jar and I said as much. His eyes lit up and I asked him if he wanted to try it. “Sure,” he said and he took the jar and slipped it into his pocket. He told me to get back in my car and he’d run my license and be right back.
Less than five minutes later, he came to my window and handed me my license and insurance card. He said “I’m just going to give you a verbal warning (yes, he said that exact phrase) tonight, but you need to slow down and make sure you get to point A B safely.” (That’s how he said it… point A B.)
So, I drove away at 65mph and he followed me for about 10 miles until some evil speeder heading toward us caught his attention and he did a masterful U-turn with his lights flashing and headed off to harass the new person. I hope they had really bad B.O.
I went back to normal driving speed and had no more problems. Of course, when I told Nick, he grew enraged that I’d let him look in the cooler, declaring I should have made him get a warrant. I told Nick that I was thinking that I’d rather prove my point by showing him what an ass he was with a cooler full of empty jars instead of getting tossed into the grass and handcuffed or worse. Nick said he would have sued and avenged me.
Well, that’s good to know.
Maggie
You have been kind enough to post pictures of yourself. Personally, I believe you do look like a smokin’ hot Marijuana Mama. If I were a copfuk, I woulda stopped and searched you also. (Did he see the hemp tattoo on your arm?)
LOL..now that is funny! Marijuana Mama. I thought I was the only one who likes to make up literary nicknames.
There was a time, back in my prime… another story for another day.
My son said that he saw an interview with a former Army ranger turned cop who quit after a short time who said that the training is terrible and that the belief that they are above the law is rampant and real. The former ranger said that if you are on the police force because you want to serve and protect, you are in the wrong place. He realized that and left soon after joining.
Sorry Maggie, I’m callerin bullshit on that story. I think yer tryin to git posted the Hardscrambled way by writin a long post and hoping it catches almighty admenstruater’s eye, but that ain’t gonna work, as yer style of writin is too needy and yer plots invariably meander into nothingness. Plus, how in the hell could a fat cop fit a jar into his pocket, unless he’s wearin sweatpants er something. Admen, consider this a formal complaint against Maggie fer postin bullshit lies.
by Karl Denninger
Done Revering Cops Yet?
Well now isn’t that special.
An official says an Illinois police officer who killed himself tried to arrange for a gang member “to put a hit” on a village administrator because he feared she would discover he had been embezzling money.
Lake County Sheriff’s Office spokesman Christopher Covelli also said Thursday that investigators found packets of cocaine in Fox Lake Police Lt. Charles Joseph Gliniewicz’s desk after his Sept. 1 death.
How’s that hero worship thing working out for you?
Remember, the facts are that being a cop isn’t a particularly dangerous job and in fact it’s been getting much safer on a population adjusted basis for nearly 100 years. But it does appear to attract people interested in corruption of various sorts, including sexual misconduct (can’t call it what it really is, you know), maybe some evidence-planting and railroading people, maybe a bit of extortion of various sorts, or perhaps a bit of embezzlement.
And then when caught, well, we just go talk to a gang member to put a “hit” on whoever is looking into the corruption.
Remember folks, Serpico not only wasn’t a fictional account, it wasn’t a singular one either.
Time to put a stake through the heart of the “hero worship” nonsense.
@ Maggie… Lucky thing he didn’t catch you with that revolver. In CT that’s an automatic one year in prison without a permit. Nowadays having to deal with a cop is such a crap shoot. They can kill you if they want, so it’s best to try to get out of the situation without him going postal. I don’t know how often their drug tested, but I’d bet that a lot of the Heroes are on the cocaine or meth they took off the last druggie they rousted.
@ Admin…That’s one hell of a story. I’ve been following it. I want to see what spin the high up copfuks put on this.
Luckily Mags had uh imaginary apple pie in uh jar er she would uh gotten taken down big time fer uh imaginary .38. Good gawd Mags we woulda missed yer big time.
Well, I do wish I’d kept the APIJ instead of letting him take it, because it was my last half pint jar and I wanted my son to try it. Since I’m headed up next Monday for his Senior year scheduling advising session, I’ll have to make a new batch.
I assume Myrtle is Billah’s Wife reincarnated? Charming bunch of lowlife trash imitators you have here TBP. Makes me glad I am always just passing through on my way elsewhere.
@ Lysander… is the main reason I didn’t get too belligerent. I was well aware that the revolver was sitting in that bag in the floorboard behind me and decided that letting Deputy Tubby look in my cooler and charming him a bit with the “I’m just a Mom who cooks meals and pressure cans them in jars for my boy” bit to distract him from his overly suspicious mind would do the trick. Fortunately, it did and I will be a bit more careful next time I make the college run.
Shitballs Maggie, how the pickled dingle berries did yer figure that out? I was tryin ter recreate mah self and then I read yer fantastical unicorn turd of uh bullshit fest in that unbelievably unreadable and totally pointless mental redardation you just plopped down in Admen’s post here and i just couldn’t help mah self.
And furthermore, yer son aint ever gonner get uh life with his momma bringing him apple pie in uh gawd dammed mason jar ever weekend. Are you reading me Maggie?
I know I shouldn’t reply to the skanks and transgendered carrion feeding dopplers, but I gotta point out that my son is about to have an engineering degree with zero debt, a 3.5+ GPA, two parents that have raised him to eat healthy and not gorge himself on processed foods and several friends who now visit his apartment on a regular basis to see what “Mom” has brought to eat. I suspect that since he is just 21 years old with a vast majority of his very promising “uh life” before him, while you spend a great deal of yours trying to do the impossible: make me feel belittled by your inferior intellect. I suspect you really do NOT know what you think you know.
A 3.5 GPA is nothing to brag about. That is a B average. I can get a 3.5 GPA in college half asleep lol. I easily got a 3.9 GPA when I was in school.
Hey Lysander, are you Lysander_Spooner from PalTalk?
What surprises me about your story is why that cop didn’t search your entire vehicle. Every time my vehicle has ever been searched It was thoroughly searched.