I Hate Speed Traps (aka Tax Collection)

Dear Mr. Frankfurt Indiana City Policeman, Badge #27:

You are a prick!

There was no weather,
no rain, no wind, no slick roads, no houses, and no kids nearby.  You were however, well hidden, in the dark, and between some trees. You put not only yourself, but most importantly the lives of my family in harms way.  When weighing whether to pull someone over or not you should take into account the relative safety of your actions vs the 'speeder's' actions.  You intentionally put us all in danger to collect a $150.  I was 100 yards or so from the 55 MPH sign - you know - the one you were parked in front of...  you know, yeah that one.  How do you feel about being minimized to the role of local tax collector - that is essentially what you are when you hide in the bushes and dispense tickets like Halloween candy.  Was your life worth 13 miles per hours over the limit?  How about the fact that I was a few feet away from only being 3 miles per hour over the limit?  Evidently, I place a greater value on my family's life than you do of your own.  All of this for $150?  Give me a fuckin' break!

Now for the really
pissed off part.  You scared the shit out of my 2 year old - the one that was balling in the back seat when you approached my window - yeah that one.  The one that was screaming, "bright light, bright light, I don't wike it".  To top it all off, you wouldn't even turn down your 44349 kazillion watt light that blasted into my truck - even after I asked very politely and kindly as a favor for my daughter.

You are one classy son of a bitch.  Fuck You, you life endangering tax collector.