Been There Done That….

A Michigan legislator is taking heat rounds for writing off $221 spent in a titty bar as a campaign expense. He claimed he was meeting his constituents. I feel his pain. Titty dancers are voters. They deserve representation. It boils down to how one tells the story.

https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/michigan-representative-every-man-whos-143000873.html

There are two rights of passage for a rookie narc. One is running down to the mall to get his ear pierced. The second is to hit a titty bar to spend some of his new found G-money. For the uninitiated G-money are government funds intended to purchase evidence, pay informants and meet necessary expenses during an undercover operation.

Every baby narc dreams of recruiting a titty dancer as a snitch. It never happens, why should the girls take a cut in pay? The end result is that the next day the boss wants to know, what happened to his money? If the expense isn’t backed up by evidence or a body in jail, then it ain’t allowed. “I was establishing my undercover status,” falls into the same category as “I was meeting my constituents.”

I worked for a boss that put a strict limit of $15 for undercover expenses. It didn’t matter how much dope the Undercover officer (UC) put on the table, $15 was the limit. Think about that for a moment. Picture this conversation:

“A kilo of cocaine for $16,000 sure no problem, make it two. You want to discuss it over dinner? Sure, Morton’s Steakhouse? How about Micky D’s?”

This same boss didn’t bat an eye when two UC checked out G-money drove a block to a gas station, met a crook, and bought dope. They never left the car, never went into the store and returned to the office within five minutes. They reconciled their G-money Each claimed $15 dollars expenses for beer and cigarettes. They probably had spent that amount, that day, just not on that transaction.

This same boss dictated that we could only do two drug transactions per defendant. We needed one more transaction to implicate a co-conspirator. Absolutely not! What about hay? I posted the story here: