Here's a hypothetical I'd like you to consider as a police officer.
It's time for a family vacation. Your wife and kids are already at the beach 3 hours away. You couldn't go with them because you had to work. You decide you'll catch up with them later.
You get off of work, go home, take care of business, then head out the door to meet the family. The damn car won't start! AHH! Well, your wife's brother lives 3 miles away and he's a mechanic so you call him up. He says, go ahead and take my car, I'll look at yours over the weekend. Great, so you grab the keys and take off.
2 hours later, you see those oh so familiar flahing blue lights in the rear view. You have no idea what the deal is, but you figure you'll flash the badge & be on your way. Except you forgot your wallet and badge! Uh Oh. Officer Friendly approaches your car.
Him: License & registration please.
You: Uh I forgot it, but I'd like you to know that I'm with the xxxxx police dept.
him: sure you are buddy, step out of the car please.
you: No REALLY, I'm with xxxxxx PD, we can call over there and ask.
Him: STEP OUT OF THE CAR NOW!
He pats you down, tosses your pockets and finds nothing. Next he peeks in your now open door, and sees the end of a Burger King straw sticking out from under the drivers seat. Drug paraphernalia?
You get cuffed and stuck in the back of the car. He begins searching your car and finds 5 pot seeds and .1 grams of weed on the floor in the back seat under the floormats. You always knew your brother in law's kids were screw ups. He keeps searching, and finds your gun.
You have no ID, a bunch of weed, a gun, and a car that aint yours. YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL.
You sit in jail for 10 hours with 40 smelly people before being allowed to make a phone call. The first call you make is to your wife, to tell her you are OK. The next call you make is to the Chief back home so he can explain everything and get you the heck out of there. The local boys accept the explanation, except what's up with the weed? You try to explain, but nobody believes you because you "look" like you smoke weed from time to time anyway.
So here you are, a 15 year veteran of your local police force, busted for pot, about to lose your job, everyone you know lost all respect for you, your life will be forever different.
How do you feel right now?
Do you accept the pot charge, (you ARE guilty aren't you) lose your job, do your community service, meet a probation officer once a month for a year, and attend rehab meetings?
OR
Do you fight that charge tooth and nail with the BEST lawyer you can find searching for EVERY technicality that MIGHT get you off?
It's time for a family vacation. Your wife and kids are already at the beach 3 hours away. You couldn't go with them because you had to work. You decide you'll catch up with them later.
You get off of work, go home, take care of business, then head out the door to meet the family. The damn car won't start! AHH! Well, your wife's brother lives 3 miles away and he's a mechanic so you call him up. He says, go ahead and take my car, I'll look at yours over the weekend. Great, so you grab the keys and take off.
2 hours later, you see those oh so familiar flahing blue lights in the rear view. You have no idea what the deal is, but you figure you'll flash the badge & be on your way. Except you forgot your wallet and badge! Uh Oh. Officer Friendly approaches your car.
Him: License & registration please.
You: Uh I forgot it, but I'd like you to know that I'm with the xxxxx police dept.
him: sure you are buddy, step out of the car please.
you: No REALLY, I'm with xxxxxx PD, we can call over there and ask.
Him: STEP OUT OF THE CAR NOW!
He pats you down, tosses your pockets and finds nothing. Next he peeks in your now open door, and sees the end of a Burger King straw sticking out from under the drivers seat. Drug paraphernalia?
You get cuffed and stuck in the back of the car. He begins searching your car and finds 5 pot seeds and .1 grams of weed on the floor in the back seat under the floormats. You always knew your brother in law's kids were screw ups. He keeps searching, and finds your gun.
You have no ID, a bunch of weed, a gun, and a car that aint yours. YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL.
You sit in jail for 10 hours with 40 smelly people before being allowed to make a phone call. The first call you make is to your wife, to tell her you are OK. The next call you make is to the Chief back home so he can explain everything and get you the heck out of there. The local boys accept the explanation, except what's up with the weed? You try to explain, but nobody believes you because you "look" like you smoke weed from time to time anyway.
So here you are, a 15 year veteran of your local police force, busted for pot, about to lose your job, everyone you know lost all respect for you, your life will be forever different.
How do you feel right now?
Do you accept the pot charge, (you ARE guilty aren't you) lose your job, do your community service, meet a probation officer once a month for a year, and attend rehab meetings?
OR
Do you fight that charge tooth and nail with the BEST lawyer you can find searching for EVERY technicality that MIGHT get you off?