Cops And Crazy Dude. Tussle Redux.
Early yesterday morning Fullerton police had some sort of run in with what is characterized as an unhinged guy in Lemon Park. After some sort of scuffle the guy croaked. Hmm.
Here’s the notification by the Fullerton Police Department, replete with the usual self-serving lingo.
Now why am I reminded of the Kelly Thomas incident?
Erratic behavior, additional officers (to assist in investigation?!), uncooperative male, more officers needed to restrain, oops cop “violently bit” on the arm by suspect causing injuries (note the use of the plural), paramedics arrive, guy pronounced dead at “local hospital.”
Something about this whole episode seems surreal. A guy holding a “smoldering” cardboard box? More superhuman strength, of course suggesting the ol’ PCP, meth, whatever. We are informed that the suspect began to “show signs of a medical emergency” which makes me wonder about what sorts of “restraint” were used.
Of course at the end of this literary masterpiece we are reminded that the ever-vigilant District Attorney Todd Spitzer will conduct an “independent investigation” that will be nothing more than a condemnation of crazy homeless dudes and a clean bill of health for the FPD.
Shades of Andrew Goodrich.
Let’s let the investigation take its course. No rushing to judgment.
Why?
The cops are already putting out their side in PR? They aren’t waiting for the investigation (done by their friends) to take its course before engaging in spin.
One less crazy nut is good for the hood. Just say’n.
That’s a pretty stupid thing to write.
Blind to their own faults,
Strength unseen, they strike in fear
Truth buried in dust.
Why is it that our overpaid and underworked paramedics let another patient die?
“I don’t know why that man died.”
Dr. HeeHaw, 2011.