POLICE BAIT-OP GOES HORRIBLY WRONG AND NOBODY NOTICES!

4-10-07,Dateline NBC: New York news-sellers and Houston, Texas cops teamed up to publicize their baiting operation. Instead of reporting on the news, tabloid TV show "Baitline NBC" took a week off from baiting sexaholics to create news by baiting car thieves. The Houston cops were eager to jump on Baitline's offer to set up a police warehouse with microphones and peephole cameras everywhere. The cops, armed with bottomless bags of your taxcash, intentionally overheated the normally tiny chop shop and joyride activity by mimicking the Nicolas Cage movie "Gone in 60 Seconds".       .

The premise of this "B" movie, and the Houston cops, centered on pretending to be rich, international crooks (just like the FBI!) paying sky-high prices for stolen cars to export to other countries. In reality, car thievery is a very limited enterprise consisting mostly of idiot teenagers stealing their Granny's car for a joyride with their school-skipping pals, or small time repair shops or salvages scavenging parts for their business. So guess what happens when arrogant, not too bright supercops with more cash than brains suddenly show up paying fat cash for anything with wheels.

The made-for-TV cop-u-tainment extravaganza begins with the usual cop's snitch who may or may not really exist. He could easily be a cop pretending to be the cop's snitch, since they need this easy-to-believe standard scenario to cover the actual skullduggery they had to perpetrate to get this Public Relations gimmick rolling.  (The cops' standard version of all their baiting-er, "sting" operations vends a snitch to the public as a starting point for two very good reasons (1) the cops want to hide the damage they are doing and the fact that they created the crime wave with their big plans and bags of taxpayer's cash and a "snitch" provides them the perfect way to divert the TV-Rubes' attention from this fact, and; (2) the vast majority of cop activity requires snitchery to point them at crime anyway. If any actual snitches are involved, they are criminals forced into servicing the cops in lieu of being hogtied and dragged off immediately to suffer a small, toilet-sized cage, usually shared with at least one other criminal. Sometimes the cops admit this, but never until after the cops use up their snitch and get him convicted of crimes and in prison serving lengthy sentences. Acting as the snitch for the cops means nothing more than being the last man to go to prison, and possibly obtaining a marginally shorter sentence than the ones snitched upon. In very rare instances, the cops deign to pay their snitches a tiny gratuity, usually less than $100, but only when their snitches are not involved in the crimes, or are the lowest of criminals, such as drug addicts or alcoholics. (These gratuities should not be confused with the Merchant's bounties for snitchery, which a "Crime Commission" advertises with "rewards up to $1,000, and you don't have to give your name!" These phony and exaggerated promises are an altogether different set of scams.) The cops can be counted upon to be dishonest about their snitch payments, too. Because cop.work grinds to a halt without snitchery, and because copwork depends upon snitchery for 95% of its success in thwarting, or even learning about low-level street crime, cops always endeavor to encourage citizens to snitch on crime, (particularly lucrative drug crime). They did this on Baitline's national TV show by declaring the outrageous, flagrant lie that their anonymous snitch "...made $18,000" just for getting the cops introduced to a criminal or two.     (I hope the TV-Zombies watching Baitline muted a commercial and did the math instead of dashing off to the kitchen or bathroom.) Their own show had their snitch doing nothing but an introduction, at best. The cops exclusively were steered to no chop shop. The cops exclusively used their own warehouse. Their snitch, at most, did nothing more than tell a few shady people, "Hey, everybody! These crazy Whities are passing out cash for cars like I pass gas for amusement! Come get some!"

There is nothing that starts a happy, human stampede faster than plenty of free money waved in one's face. The cops didn't need any snitch's help. Word of free cash for stolen cars spreads as swiftly as bullets from a chimpanzee with a machinegun. They carefully did not say how long they ran their baiting operation, but my experience with sleazy people estimates that, with one snitch to speed up the cops' scams, two weeks was plenty for their money to suck in the 20 greedy, lazy opportunists they finally admitted to abducting.

Word spread so quickly that very early in the show, the cops were led to a skanky, ghetto tittie bar where some of the sweaty opportunists liked to hang out and play pool when they could afford it. The cops, being ignorant straights, began to think of this bar as the crime headquarters of their wily quarry. Helping them to think this was surprise visits by two of the club's underage dancers to the cops' warehouse in an effort to sell the cops cars they had stolen from clients and relatives.

The usual parade of good-for-nothings were taped gleefully collecting the cops' taxpayer's cash for cars ripped off from mall parking lots. Also, the cops made their usual questings for drugs, because cops make obscene profits from drugs, drug money and the thefts of property

that traces of drugs allow them to make. Cops made their usual questings for guns, too, which are second to drugs on the cops' shopping lists because cops fear them so much. In this they found the usual loud-mouthed Negro who promised he could deliver machine guns by the crate tomorrow for cash now. The cops didn't go for it this particular time, but they and Baitline NBC were glad to present it on their TV show as a real possibility for the gullible and ignorant to gasp at. Terrorism sells very well these days.

The next bit of cheap titillation prior to a commercial break was a rumor that one of the Mexican car thieves floated the idea of robbing the cops--er, robbing the stolen car exporters. Fat white guys with too much money often generate thoughts of robbery in cunning, hungry, minority minds. It was an idiot's idea, and was taken as such by more observant minds. The clues were fairly obvious. The warehouse was large, but the garage and office small. There was a door directly behind the cops from which many heavily armored and armed cops would issue at the merest touch of a panic button. The back end of the cops' warehouse filled every morning with secret cops' cars and the rented vehicles of Baitline's employees and technicians. The radio waves in the vicinity buzzed with extra cop-chatter. The roads leading to the warehouse were filled with idle loiterers and cars that seemed to do nothing all day but circle the area taking pictures, looking through binoculars and copying tag numbers. Also, the cops were very curious about their clients, wanting to know, casually, exactly who they were, what they drove, where they lived, who they lived with, who their friends were, etc. The actual hardest and most dangerous part of this cops' and journalists' baiting operation is being snoopy enough to nail down the exact who-and-where-do-they-sleep, but not snoopy enough to set off their paranoia. This is why the primary focus of copwork is not fighting crime, it is tagging the entire herd and cross indexing it with as many factors as possible. You people will, within twenty years, wake up to this fact the too-late, hard way as we turn further into a world of slaves and Kings, separated by uniformed killers.

This robbery rumor was the turning point of the baiting operation. Soon as the cops were told, they got scared and put on their predictable Show of Force. The two fat, money-cops pushed their panic buttons. The room full of cops hiding in the back, watching and listening on closed circuit TV, sent out about six of their beefiest secret cops to scare the robbery rumor-bearer and his hopeful minions. Baitline shows them waddling out from a side door, puffed-up even larger with their thick, bullet-proof vests bulging from under their shirts, to suddenly stand behind the startled crooks. Their trial balloon swiftly deflates. They are all happy to agree that it is better to sell stolen cars to two fat whities than to try to rob eight fat whities.

This event is put in Baitline's show out of the sequence in which it occurred. Baitline's editors decided to put the beginning of the end in the middle and add this scene afterward:

It opens with their weapons-talking Negro again. He stupidly shows up with a stolen car and lets the cops see his cheap, bulky, automatic pistol. The mere sight of it makes all the cops' buttholes pucker with fear. The two out-front cops don't panic this time. The back room full of watcher-cops clank to attention, but otherwise resist the urge to rush out en masse and capture the weapon. More probably, an out-front cops gains control of the weapon before the hiding cops can bolt on their extra armor, grab their shields, snatch up more weapons, etc. The out-front cop merely says, "Wow-ee, brother! What a great gun you have! Can I see it? Huh? Can I hold it?"

The stupid Negro, grateful for the praise and attention, hands over the gun. Baitline's footage here is hard to decypher because it contains so many stops, cutouts and restarts full of the inane blatherings of the narrator. Somehow the Negro gets his gun back from the cops. The next footage shows the cop begging to "see" the Negro's gun again. This time the Negro is not willing to give it up. The cop begs to see it again, notices the Negro's recalcitrance, and suggests he take the clip out so he can "see" the empty gun. Plus the cop offers to buy the gun, asks what he paid for it, what he wants for it and other edited-out questions designed to distract their target from thinking or becoming alarmed. Eventually the Negro sells them his gun. It is probably during this exchange that the cops learned from the Negro, "I caint sell ya mah gun: this be da way I gets mah cahs!"

The cops then reveal, but don't admit, that their TV/bait-stunt has caused not just a huge increase in car-thievery, but also at least two car-jackings, one in which a citizen got shot and could have easily been killed.

The decision is hurridly made to wrap up Baitline's photo-operation and close down the cops' stolen car buying operation before it turns from public relations gimmick into a damage control nightmare. If they shut down immediately, all they have to do is trick their injured and carjacked victims into keeping quiet and anonymous, possibly with secret payments of your taxpayer's cash. They actually show one guy, shot in the skin of his shoulder, not hopping mad or screaming at the cops who could have gotten him killed. Somehow the got him on TV,

showing his wound and thanking the cops for getting his car back (By now, thousands of lawyers have contacted him, trying to bring him back to his senses so they can have a whopping 50% cut of the "action".) The cops, though, are very skilled at getting people to say, and even believe, the most outrageous things before they have a chance to think things through. The shot-guy is probably kicking himself for selling out for nothing more than a paid emergency room bill and a few yards of Baitline film, most of which went into the editing room trash bin.

That emergency covered, the cops return to the warehouse. They begin telling or calling all their car-thief pals, "Uh, the boat's full, so stop bringing us other people's cars. Oh! And, uh, we're all having a going-away party at that tittie-bar you guys all like so much. Free booze and hot women! Everybody's invited. Bring all your crooked friends, too!"

This is probably when the petty-thief gang really floated the idea of robbing the rich whities; soon as they told everyone the party's over. Then the extra cops came waddling out suddenly from the back room. Then the crooks realized that they should have been less greedy and more observant.

"Meet us at the tittie-bar" is worth more comment. Years ago, in Tulsa and Oklahoma City, the prosecutors turned politician and used the porn industry as their pry-bar to try and insert themselves into the governor's seat via the Church vote. Similarly, around the country, vice cops tend to be as thick in the tittie-bars as their criminal quarry. Due to the cops' asset-theft laws, sex and alcohol oriented businesses tend to get transferred into the hands of limited liability corporations formed from silent partnerships composed of cops, bondsmen, lawyers, prosecutors and judges. They eagerly feed on the riches that flow through these businesses without fear of their assets being taken away due to petty crimes performed within the restrooms. It is likely that the Houston/Baitline NBC cops chose this tittie bar because it is secretly owned by Houston's elite law community. Ownership means that they could more easily staff it entirely with cops for their bust-the-chumps party.

Finally the car thieves added up the clues and got a negative sum. Baitline and the Houston cops agree that not a single crook showed up for their tittie bar party. They would have to get their cop-swarms to chase down and abduct the crooks individually where they sleep. Baitline showed token footage of the cop-swarms kidnapping some of the stragglers in daylight near their cars.

Mission complete except for filming the crooks crying and the cops gloating.

Insidious, insipid, pro-cop propaganda such as this is spewing uncontrollably out of every channel. If people are going to watch it, they need to be skeptical and observant: otherwise it will rot your mind.