Now, since you are the dipshit who thinks all "nuts and bolts police work" is the same...are you really going to try to say that you deal with the same daily shit that I did in Cleveland or that your idol allegedly does in Atlanta?
Having been a commissioner in New Mexico, I can see the difference between what my people did there and what I had to do in Cleveland like night and day. Perhaps if you did the job in a metro area and had actual experience to compare to you wouldn't have made an ass of yourself.
As far as dealing with the Blackfeet, I feel for ya. I never had to do the job on a reservation, but I have friends and relatives near Shiprock and know all too well the pain in the ass they get to be when drinking...and thank god I haven't been back there since Meth started becoming even more prevalent than booze.
We probably got away with more. We got called out to a domestic one day, a relative of mine who beat his girlfriend. I told the other officers to wait out front. I took him out to the back yard and slapped him so hard his cheeks bled inside and out. No arrest, no police report, and you better believe it never happened again. That's how a lot of things were handled.
And just so you know, you've convinced me you actually have been in law enforcement. It took me a while to overcome my doubts.
That sounds like what I did to the boyfriend a distant relative of mine.
We were called to a domestic. The pregnant relative had apparently been punched by the boyfriend and she called 911.
He was still inside when we pulled up. His girlfriend was waiting for us on the sidewalk. I told my partner to stay with the girlfriend.
I went in and beat the living shit out of the guy. I dragged him through the apartment by his ponytail until I had most of it in my hand. I shoved it in his bleeding mouth and told him I'd find him and shoot him if he didn't pack up and leave. which he did.
The last I heard he was living across the country with another woman he had impregnated.
The PR listed the call as a 'warning'.
That was decades ago. No body cams. No witnesses. No problem.
This was a very common way to treat bastards. Especially women beaters and child abusers.
Back then when a LEO made a traffic stop all you heard was "Yes sir. No sir. Right away sir. Thank you sir".