I got stopped by a local police officer. He walked up to my auto and said, "Ma'am you have a rear tail light that isn't lit. I explained it was working when I pulled into the convenience store and I bumped the dumpster someone put in behind my car. He acknowledged that and said, 'Where is your front license plate. I explained it was on the floor in the back seat. He said, 'Dare I mention your Inspection sticker has expired? I started crying and tearfully explained I had no one to take care of minor things like this, my youngest son was off at college and the oldest was in Germany in the Army. I went on to admonish him about why we had an RUOK support group at the Police Department but they didn't deal with cars and help seniors with such minor details. He acknowledged that was right and explained he would bring that up to the Chief at their next meeting. He asked me if I wanted him to write a warning ticket for my youngest son. I thought that would be nice. My son came in from college that weekend and found the warning ticket where I'd placed it on a coffee table and I told him what happened. He said, "mother you frighten me. You convinced one of our local police officers to write me a warning ticket for stopping you?' He fixed everything that weekend and stopped by the PD on the way back to school. He told the Dispatcher he'd fixed everything on my car. The Dispatcher told him if his daddy was still alive he would be very proud of him. We even have a night out thingy were police officers can stop by your home if you're outside and visit.

The police routinely have stopped me when I was riding on my bicycle to a monthly Objectivist meet-
ing at night from a bus stop. (The buses have bike racks in Richmond, Va.). In the last few months they haven't stopped me as much. I get along all right with Richmond cops, but Chesterfield County cops, not so much. It seemed the cop wanted to always tell me I should go on the right edge of the road, but I would tell them (and it's true) that I had an idea that there would be a right turn-only arrow painted on the pavement further up, and I didn't want to turn off the road, because that was not where I was going. So there would be a little bit of a hassle, and then I would pedal on. (I cannot drive a car because I have epilepsy.)
But I guess they have finally gotten through their heads why I don't always ride on the extreme right edge of the road.
Still, one morning, the other February, some car sideswiped me and knocked me down and it ruined my back wheel, and some cops put money together and bought me a new bike! (These were Richmond cops.)

At this juncture, bases in what I've seen the last few years, 'surrender' is unnecessary. Blatant force is the tool of choice these days. Should they, the government, want to disarm people they will come for the guns, a group of them looking official, to take them while society works to make ownership uncomfortably disagreeable (fee's, more expensive, more registration requirements, etc.).

Cold dead hands.

I would lead the protest if some idiot wanted to defund our police department and I got a zoning election overturned.

It's hard to read this without imagining a Russian accent: And as we all know...
"Although we can admit that our gun culture is largely to blame for excessive reactions on the part of the stressed-out police"