WHO ARE THE MONTGOMERY COUNTY POLICE
AND WHAT IS THEIR PROBLEM?
A brief sketch of why there is trouble in the Blue Hen State, the fighting Blue Hen Cocks was the nickname for the revolutionary Delaware soldiers who carried fighting cocks off to war for entertainment. It would seem that illegal entertainment has a long history in this 2nd smallest state and that the police have been called cocks or dicks for a long time. Ben Franklin suggested that the reason revolutionary war prostitutes called the soldiers Blue Cocks was based on their genitalia coloration on cold nights.
Now that the elections are over, we are hearing a bit less from the escort exterminators down in Blue Hen. But like most plagues such as dysentery or Ebola fever, who knows when these new-bile warriors will come out of their mud huts to burn witches.
Where is this place? Caught between the ass of New Jersey and gaping mouth of Washington DC, Montgomery County forms a backyard where our most famous scoundrels and criminals hold court and senate each other unless they have absconded to Virginia, a state where the last virgin found was the Virginia Dare in 1587 and lost almost immediately thereafter.
Montgomery County is in the state of Maryland is an affluent living space occupied by less than a million people. The county’s close proximity to Washington DC allows it to serve as residence to many federal employees and is home to several famous Universities, a lot of infamous ones as well as the US Naval Academy at Annapolis, proof that don’t ask don’t tell has been going on since the Navy got its first row boat, or the first mid-shitman dropped the soap in the shower.
I took a look at the local Police blotters over the last ten years, to get an idea of what crimes are common, one sees the normal crimes of any hinterland next to a big city. An occasional murder, some robberies; the odd crooked cop caught with his dick in the pussy jar. So what else is new?
As far as sex crimes and enforcement, there was nothing out of the ordinary until about five years ago when Montgomery detectives decided to bust local massage parlors. Their methods were unorthodox, they would enter a massage parlor where sexual favors could be secured and they would ask for the whole enchilada, with the happy ending and the special sauce. Not only ask, but end up with the sauce in hand. Then they would proceed to arrest the same party that that had given them relief, although on one occasion they left a $325 tip and left without more than a squeeze to the bust and some big smiles. When questioned as to why they had broken the law to make their busts, as cops are supposed to stop as soon as there is evidence of a crime, they responded that it was tough to collect evidence so they had to go all the way, and they did!
Fast forward four or five years and the Montgomery Police have declared war on the internet. Why? Seems that someone thought it was good pubic relations to write up on their daily rag, which is also cluttering up the internet.
Now outside the regular police business and monkey business several years ago, the police went big time with their first trafficking case. The coppers claimed a foreign national had brought girls into the county and forced them to serve as prostitutes. Evidently the foreigner did not speak their lingo. A short while latter they uncovered another case. With two in the hole, they evidently they thought they had discovered a pandemic.
Montgomery County is a wealthy area, and we all know that rich people can be just as horny as poor people, but they have the means to pay for relief. Poor men like fancy pussy, however rich men have the means to catch the snatch. However, wealthy users of fancy escorts were not looking for the China Town brothels of 1880. They are not looking for opium dens with girls chained to bed; nor girls who cannot speak blue hen. They don’t want girls who hide cigarette burns under wigs. The abhor drug addicted sex slaves whores. What do they want? They want a GFE that they cannot get from their wives. Who can blame them? Who? Well the first to throw the blame, much like a person with machine gun vomit, is someone connected to the Montgomery Police Dept, someone who is evidently jealous of anyone getting to the honey pot before they do.
It seems, if you read their internet rag, that the detective bureau can not tell the difference between the escort business and sex trafficking. And these shulbs are investigators? They have decided that sex slaves and escorts are the same thing.
Let me digress to reveal a little know fact outside the warm puddle of Montgomery County. Much like the criminals who held the liquor monopoly coming out of the prohibition and were set to profit from day one, who do you think hold the liquor monopoly on the sale of hard liquor in Blue Hen? Sure you can buy beer and wine in the grocery, but if you want the real stuff it has to be purchased from a sales point that is supplied by the county. One wonders if these burglar-crats are actually angling to take over the sex trade ass-well?
In any event about a year or so ago, I began getting PMs from hobbyists who had been contracted by the Montgomery police. I did not know Montgomery from a canker sore but I started to perk up my ears. Hobbyists were frightened that they had done something wrong because they were getting phone messages (not massages) that indicated the local gendarmes wanted them to pow-wow down-town and spill the beans. “What beans”, they asked me, like I should have known?
Well it was a mixed bag of blue eggs; some were being sought for questioning by the police for traffic violations and others were on a list of men who with erection in hand had fornicated with some of the local escorts. One in particular, had sold her donut to one of the dick-tectives and on the donut hole were a list of all her clients. One offer to “please come downtown” was predicated on the claim that the police were conducting an internal investigation for leaks, sort of a gonorrheal leak, and they were trying to stuff Kleenex into the cracks. Next we heard that an agency had given the cops a list of clients and the cops were doing follow up. The few gentlemen who made public their anguish on our site were advised to keep quiet so as not to incriminate themselves, others said they would lay a blue egg before coughing up any phlegm for the cops.
Fast forward another six months, when a proclamation of war on “human trafficking prostitution” was announced by who ever is writing the police PR for local consumption. Not human trafficking and prostitution, but two diverse conditions, (i.e. sex slaves/escorts) as if they were the same thing.
Now let’s make one thing clear, I don’t want my sister or yours, or her little brother tied to a bed while a line of scumbags waits outside the door for their turn. No doubt we are all in favor of making the county immune to anyone who has enslaved a woman and forced her to prostitute herself. That is a no brainer. No one wants to see women of any age being humiliated and degraded. However, there is a big difference between women or men who want to earn a livelihood as a prostitute and are willing to take the inconveniences of being a sex object for strangers in exchange for the financial rewards; they are doing what they wish. An imprisoned sex slave who is drugged and beaten to perform sexual acts is being forced to do something against their will, in violation of their personal desire and freedom. Needless to say, they do not reap the large profits that end up in the hands of the traffickers.
-- Modified on 12/23/2010 1:15:29 AM
