High-Performance SPEED

Occasionally, you’re gonna get a ticket, but when getting a ticket for speeding means you have no choice but to pay the ticket and allow the “powers that be” control of your life for six months, while you wait out a deferment, there’s something wrong. I vaguely remember that in the USA we are innocent until proven guilty. Not so in Pueblo, Colorado where the kangaroo monkey court system relegates traffic violatons to court clerks with little more than a paralegal certificate to determine your ‘guilty’ or ‘no-contest’ plea and leave you sucking up to the local police department for the next six months.

Ummm, what ever happened to NOT GUILTY?

I don’t often spring a leak over a ticket, but on the night I received my traffic violation certificate, there were red and blue lights flashing until you couldn’t see the road construction cones. Ahem, those orange Witch Hats require vision to avoid them and the pedestrians who bark up their trail. Let’s just blind the drivers until they can’t see and arrest them for speeding - they’ll never know, they couldn’t see their speed-o-meters for all the flashing lights!

Meanwhile Pueblo, Colorado boasts the highest revenues in the State of Colorado, while bragging about the highest non-law-abiding ratios of illegal aliens in the USA. Do those ‘victims of our neighbor, Mexico’ have driver licenses?

Trust me, there weren’t any Mexican Nationals (or to be politically correct: Illegal Aliens) in the court room. I do recognize them when I see them. The nasty little dark-skinned drug-infested gang-bangers are easily recognizable; they don’t speak English.

On top of the fact that anyone with “not Pueblo, Colorado” license plates was being pulled over that night, the court date, conveniently set for three weeks later is in the early part of the day, in the middle of the biggest tourist trap in the state. Welcome to the Pueblo River Walk on the Historic Arkansas River! Across from Union Station where State Wide Artisans Display their work to bring in even more tourists. On one particular street corner a sidewalk cafe offers specialty teas and breakfast accompaniments for those passersby who need sustenance before greeting the hangmans’ noose at the Pueblo County Courts.

Regardless of the fact that the Court Clerks will strip you dry of every drop of cash in your bank account, the shops and stores along B-Street await your eager return with promise of refreshment from the scorching Revenue Seeking Tyrants.

This is the first of many alerts to Speed Traps and REVENUE Generators across the nation. I encourage you to share your stories of speed traps, hot-to-ticket revenue building traffic cops, and other speed-demon nuggets right here in the Comments Section.