I have a news-ish column in this month’s D Magazine questioning whether the anachronism known as constables in Dallas go way too far.
Short version: Constables, who have a necessary role, are doing too much, becoming too militarized, and don’t have enough oversight as they increasingly become — of course — revenue agents.
Wow.
Constables, cops, TABC agents, the DEA, the Federal Government, my wife, etc. etc. etc.
P.S. It seems every topic you address is covered by the rubric “Creepy Men In the Park.” Please advise.
I think I’m trying to confess something, Daniel. But in code. To you.
I couldn’t agree more as I sit at my desk overlooking Central Expressway and watch the Constable parked on the northbound service road between Haskell and Fitzhugh radar gunning cars in the continual effort to raise revenue.
The bastards got me last week and my wife the next day. SOBs were hiding behind a fence on foot and peaking their radar gun around the corner then jumping out into the street like a freaking clown. To avoid a tasing, I went ahead and signed my ticket.
For the first time ever, I will be hiring an attorney to fight a traffic ticket. I am guilty as hell but it’s going to cost those bastards more than it costs me.