When a small group of residents of the small town of Palmer Lake, Colorado got together at a local establishment to play a little hold ’em, they ended up holding ’em up–their hands, that is–as they were robbed at gunpoint.
Who were the perpetrators of the crime? Well, for one, the Colorado Springs Metro Vice Unit. And in addition to those jackbooted thugs, there was also the Palmer Lake Police Chief, Dale Smith. One of the victims of the crime, town board member Trish Flake, described the assault by the aforementioned criminals:
“It was broad daylight right by the front door,” she said. “I think
what hasn’t been reported is the aggressiveness of it. They came in
with guns drawn, lasers trained on people’s heads. They swarmed in
screaming, ‘Put your hands over your face and don’t move.’ I don’t
think I’ve ever been that frightened in my life.”
Put yourself in their place for a minute. You come home from a hard day at work, greet the wife & kids, do some chores around the house, and then head off to a local public restaurant to meet up with your buddies for your weekly poker get-together.
Then, the crime, the perpetrators of which are supposed to be your servants. Supposed to be protecting you from what turns out to be the likes of them.
What rotten bastards. All of them. I can’t begin to describe to what extent I wish horror and wretchedness upon them. May they all rot in hell. And may their crimes become a public spectacle; such that every friend is embarrassed to have ever known them and every kin ashamed to have had the dire misfortune of being related to them by blood or marriage. May their children be ridiculed at school and in public to the point where they deny they ever had any such scum for parents.