Case #30 - re The People vs Rick Cocke and Walt Bosc (extraterrestrials aren't the only ones into anal probing)
Case #30 - re The People vs Rick Cocke and Walt Bosc (extraterrestrials aren't the only ones into anal probing)
Basically, a training officer's job, is to take a trainee and teach him to apply what he learned in the academy to the real world. The normal training period is three months with one training officer, followed by two months with a second training officer, followed by a month in a one person car, while being monitored by your second training officer. If a trainee isn't meeting the standard of performance in the various areas of evaluation, like officer safety, report writing, etc., then he can be placed on extended training, sent back to the jail, or fired. A training officer's job can, theoretically, be more difficult on the sheriff's department than it is on a regular police agency. That's because a regular police agency training officer, gets a trainee who is fresh out of the academy, with everything he was taught fresh in his memory. An L.A. Sheriff's training officer, on the other hand, gets a trainee who graduated from the academy and then spent the next 18 months to seven, or more years, working in the jail*. A lot of academy stuff can get forgotten in that period of time. Deputies heading to patrol, get a two week refresher course, before hitting their new patrol station, but that doesn't always make up for what's been forgotten. On the plus side, deputy sheriff trainees are usually a WHOOOOOLE lot better at talking to bad guys and fighting, if talking doesn't hack it. Deputy trainees also aren't as naive as your typical police officer who is fresh out of the academy. Lose a little, gain a little.
Back in the day, it wasn't unusual for new trainees to go through some harassment. Usually this was to stress the trainee out to see how he performed in stressful situations, when it was safe. Better to find out somebody folds under pressure, while being monitored, than to find out, when he is on his own, in an alley, somewhere. Of course, not all harassment was meant to be helpful. Some cops just like being dicks to the new guy. For myself, I would get copies of the stations in-services. I would put a star near the names of deputies my trainee could go to for advice, if I wasn't around. I would put a circle around the name of any deputy who wasn't allowed to talk to them, because, in my opinion, they were either dicks, or incompetent dip-shits.
In the fall of 1989, Mike Claus had Walt Bosc as a trainee and Mark "Boss Rhino" Wedel had Rick Cocke as a trainee. They were sister cars working Carson units 161 and 162. These cars were assigned to Carson's old north end. The borders for the old north end were Alondra Boulevard on the south, 120th Street in the north, Figueroa Street on the west (more or less) and Central Avenue on the east (more or less). The city of Compton was to the east, Watts was to the north, L.A. city was to the west and the city of Carson was to the south.
One PM shift, Wedel and Cocke had the handle on a rescue call. An old woman believed her husband had died in his sleep. Claus and Bosc had the assist. The two units rolled code 3 to the area of Avalon Bl and 120th Street, arriving at the same time. The bent over, little, 90 year old lady shuffled out to them, in her house slippers, to meet them on the porch. The four deputies somberly followed her to her bedroom. They found her equally old husband laying on his back, in bed, deceased. The old man was dressed in an old fashioned night shirt with a night cap on. He reminded Cocke of Ebenezer Scrooge. Deputies Wedel and Claus escorted the widow out to her living room to comfort her, leaving the two trainees with the recently deceased husband to do what they needed to do, which really isn't much. Verify he is dead. Wait for paramedics to make the pronouncement. Look for signs of foul play. Ask the widow if he had any medical problems and who his doctor was. Call the doctor and ask if he will sign the death certificate, if it appears to be natural causes.
The house had an unusual layout, in that, in addition to the hallway door and the bathroom door that led into the bedroom, there was also a door that led to the backyard, from the bedroom. Deputies Randy Zaitz and Les VanVleet had arrived shortly after the other deputies and, finding the front door locked, had gone into the backyard. They found the unlocked bedroom door and entered. They saw the two trainees standing next to the bed, staring at the corpse, with blank expressions on their faces and possibly a little cloud over each of their heads with the word, "DUHHH", written inside. I'm guessing at the last part.
Seeing the two trainees doing nothing, and with apparently no idea of what to do, Zaitz gave Cocke and Bosc a helpful hint.
"Check the ass!"
Cocke and Bosc jerked at the perverted suggestion and Cocke had the audacity to ask,
"Why, Sir?"
Zaitz just pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and shook his head slightly. VanVleet just stared at them coldly and sarcastically said,
"To see if his asshole is bleeding, numbnuts, because if it is, it's not natural causes! What do you think? Idiot."
He then backhanded his partner on the shoulder, and said, "Let's get the fuck out of here. I can feel myself getting stupider standing in the same room with these guys." Then he turned and walked out, followed by Zaitz.
Alone again in the room, Cocke and Bosc stared at each other from opposite sides of the bed. After a couple of seconds, they shrugged. They snapped on some whitish latex gloves and then each trainee grabbed one of the old man's ankles. They lifted his legs up and back so his ankles were near his head. Bosc lifted the nightshirt up, allowing Cocke a better view of the decedent's butt. Cocke tried to illuminate the old man's butt with his flashlight, but he was still having trouble with his view of the old fellow's sphincter. He set his streamlight on the bed, aimed at the wrinkled buttocks, and with his free hand, he started to spread the cheeks apart.
It was at this inopportune moment that Claus, Wedel, and the widow returned to the bedroom. All three froze momentarily, then the widow got a case of the vapors as her eyes fluttered back up into her skull and she fell back into Claus' arms. Claus quickly carried her back into the living room, to avoid her coming to and witnessing any further defilement of her husband's remains. Wedel's face was turning a dark purple, and his eyes were bulging, as he exploded! Wedel whisper, screamed,
"WHAT the FUCK are you two FUCKSTICKS DOING? This man didn't survive the FUCKing BEACHES of NORMANDY and the BATTLE of the BULGE, JUST so you two JACKOFFS could FIST him on his DEATH bed!"
Wedel's tirade caught the attention of Zaitz and VanVleet who looked in through the open door, wondering what all the commotion was about. When they saw Cocke and Bosc frozen in place, pinning the old man's ankles back beside his ears, with BOSC holding the nightshirt up to expose the buttocks and Cocke with a thumb on one butt cheek and his four fingers on the other, their eyes opened wide and their jaws dropped.
Steam was coming off of Wedel's neck and face as he stared at the two trainees, who were staring back at him, frozen in place, like deer caught in headlights. Wedel took a menacing step toward them as he pulled his streamlight from his sap pocket and clenched it tightly. Sensing impending violence, Zaitz stepped between Wedel and the trainees. Wedel whisper/screamed around Zaitz' shoulder, "PUTHISGAWDDAMNLEGSDOWN!"
Cocke and Bosc hurriedly complied and Bosc quickly smoothed the nightshirt to cover the old man's nether regions, while Cocke snatched up his streamlight, turned it off, shoved it back into his sap pocket and then frantically stripped off his latex gloves. He briefly looked around for somewhere to hide them, before giving up and settling for quickly hiding his hands behind his back, as he, and Bosc, stood shaking at attention.
Zaitz tried to calm Wedel down by, looking him in the eye and quickly explaining,
"Boss, look, it's not what you think. Les and I came in and saw them standing around with their thumbs up their... uh...standing around doing nothing. So, I told them to "Check the ass", you know, for post mortem lividity? That's basic academy stuff! They asked what for, so Les sarcastically said, "To see if his ass is bleeding". We didn't think they were stupid enough to think Les was serious! I mean, come on! Who the fuck is that stupid?"
Wedel slowly tilted his head to the side, raised an eyebrow, and slowly tilted his body to pointedly stare at Cocke and Bosc. He then redirected his gaze at Zaitz.
"Okay, good point. But besides them?", Zaitz said
Verdict - Deputies Rick Cocke and Walt Bosc on the charges of Vandalizing a War Memorial and Defiling a Corpse, the Court finds you both GUILTY!!
Sentence - The Court has found extenuating circumstances in this case, Especially in Deputy Cocke's case. You're both mentally deficient and one has to feel sympathy for a boy saddled with Rick Cocke's handle. Two names, both of which are slang for the penis. That’s rough, but still no excuse to stick your ham-sized fist into a Medal of Honor winner! You are both therefore sentenced to the following, Your own asses are to be stuffed with Stouffer’s Stove Top. Knowing what it’s like to have someone’s hand fiddling around inside of your what-whats will make you two more sensitive. Don’t bother inviting me over for Thanksgiving.
Basically, a training officer's job, is to take a trainee and teach him to apply what he learned in the academy to the real world. The normal training period is three months with one training officer, followed by two months with a second training officer, followed by a month in a one person car, while being monitored by your second training officer. If a trainee isn't meeting the standard of performance in the various areas of evaluation, like officer safety, report writing, etc., then he can be placed on extended training, sent back to the jail, or fired. A training officer's job can, theoretically, be more difficult on the sheriff's department than it is on a regular police agency. That's because a regular police agency training officer, gets a trainee who is fresh out of the academy, with everything he was taught fresh in his memory. An L.A. Sheriff's training officer, on the other hand, gets a trainee who graduated from the academy and then spent the next 18 months to seven, or more years, working in the jail*. A lot of academy stuff can get forgotten in that period of time. Deputies heading to patrol, get a two week refresher course, before hitting their new patrol station, but that doesn't always make up for what's been forgotten. On the plus side, deputy sheriff trainees are usually a WHOOOOOLE lot better at talking to bad guys and fighting, if talking doesn't hack it. Deputy trainees also aren't as naive as your typical police officer who is fresh out of the academy. Lose a little, gain a little.
Back in the day, it wasn't unusual for new trainees to go through some harassment. Usually this was to stress the trainee out to see how he performed in stressful situations, when it was safe. Better to find out somebody folds under pressure, while being monitored, than to find out, when he is on his own, in an alley, somewhere. Of course, not all harassment was meant to be helpful. Some cops just like being dicks to the new guy. For myself, I would get copies of the stations in-services. I would put a star near the names of deputies my trainee could go to for advice, if I wasn't around. I would put a circle around the name of any deputy who wasn't allowed to talk to them, because, in my opinion, they were either dicks, or incompetent dip-shits.
In the fall of 1989, Mike Claus had Walt Bosc as a trainee and Mark "Boss Rhino" Wedel had Rick Cocke as a trainee. They were sister cars working Carson units 161 and 162. These cars were assigned to Carson's old north end. The borders for the old north end were Alondra Boulevard on the south, 120th Street in the north, Figueroa Street on the west (more or less) and Central Avenue on the east (more or less). The city of Compton was to the east, Watts was to the north, L.A. city was to the west and the city of Carson was to the south.
One PM shift, Wedel and Cocke had the handle on a rescue call. An old woman believed her husband had died in his sleep. Claus and Bosc had the assist. The two units rolled code 3 to the area of Avalon Bl and 120th Street, arriving at the same time. The bent over, little, 90 year old lady shuffled out to them, in her house slippers, to meet them on the porch. The four deputies somberly followed her to her bedroom. They found her equally old husband laying on his back, in bed, deceased. The old man was dressed in an old fashioned night shirt with a night cap on. He reminded Cocke of Ebenezer Scrooge. Deputies Wedel and Claus escorted the widow out to her living room to comfort her, leaving the two trainees with the recently deceased husband to do what they needed to do, which really isn't much. Verify he is dead. Wait for paramedics to make the pronouncement. Look for signs of foul play. Ask the widow if he had any medical problems and who his doctor was. Call the doctor and ask if he will sign the death certificate, if it appears to be natural causes.
The house had an unusual layout, in that, in addition to the hallway door and the bathroom door that led into the bedroom, there was also a door that led to the backyard, from the bedroom. Deputies Randy Zaitz and Les VanVleet had arrived shortly after the other deputies and, finding the front door locked, had gone into the backyard. They found the unlocked bedroom door and entered. They saw the two trainees standing next to the bed, staring at the corpse, with blank expressions on their faces and possibly a little cloud over each of their heads with the word, "DUHHH", written inside. I'm guessing at the last part.
Seeing the two trainees doing nothing, and with apparently no idea of what to do, Zaitz gave Cocke and Bosc a helpful hint.
"Check the ass!"
Cocke and Bosc jerked at the perverted suggestion and Cocke had the audacity to ask,
"Why, Sir?"
Zaitz just pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and shook his head slightly. VanVleet just stared at them coldly and sarcastically said,
"To see if his asshole is bleeding, numbnuts, because if it is, it's not natural causes! What do you think? Idiot."
He then backhanded his partner on the shoulder, and said, "Let's get the fuck out of here. I can feel myself getting stupider standing in the same room with these guys." Then he turned and walked out, followed by Zaitz.
Alone again in the room, Cocke and Bosc stared at each other from opposite sides of the bed. After a couple of seconds, they shrugged. They snapped on some whitish latex gloves and then each trainee grabbed one of the old man's ankles. They lifted his legs up and back so his ankles were near his head. Bosc lifted the nightshirt up, allowing Cocke a better view of the decedent's butt. Cocke tried to illuminate the old man's butt with his flashlight, but he was still having trouble with his view of the old fellow's sphincter. He set his streamlight on the bed, aimed at the wrinkled buttocks, and with his free hand, he started to spread the cheeks apart.
It was at this inopportune moment that Claus, Wedel, and the widow returned to the bedroom. All three froze momentarily, then the widow got a case of the vapors as her eyes fluttered back up into her skull and she fell back into Claus' arms. Claus quickly carried her back into the living room, to avoid her coming to and witnessing any further defilement of her husband's remains. Wedel's face was turning a dark purple, and his eyes were bulging, as he exploded! Wedel whisper, screamed,
"WHAT the FUCK are you two FUCKSTICKS DOING? This man didn't survive the FUCKing BEACHES of NORMANDY and the BATTLE of the BULGE, JUST so you two JACKOFFS could FIST him on his DEATH bed!"
Wedel's tirade caught the attention of Zaitz and VanVleet who looked in through the open door, wondering what all the commotion was about. When they saw Cocke and Bosc frozen in place, pinning the old man's ankles back beside his ears, with BOSC holding the nightshirt up to expose the buttocks and Cocke with a thumb on one butt cheek and his four fingers on the other, their eyes opened wide and their jaws dropped.
Steam was coming off of Wedel's neck and face as he stared at the two trainees, who were staring back at him, frozen in place, like deer caught in headlights. Wedel took a menacing step toward them as he pulled his streamlight from his sap pocket and clenched it tightly. Sensing impending violence, Zaitz stepped between Wedel and the trainees. Wedel whisper/screamed around Zaitz' shoulder, "PUTHISGAWDDAMNLEGSDOWN!"
Cocke and Bosc hurriedly complied and Bosc quickly smoothed the nightshirt to cover the old man's nether regions, while Cocke snatched up his streamlight, turned it off, shoved it back into his sap pocket and then frantically stripped off his latex gloves. He briefly looked around for somewhere to hide them, before giving up and settling for quickly hiding his hands behind his back, as he, and Bosc, stood shaking at attention.
Zaitz tried to calm Wedel down by, looking him in the eye and quickly explaining,
"Boss, look, it's not what you think. Les and I came in and saw them standing around with their thumbs up their... uh...standing around doing nothing. So, I told them to "Check the ass", you know, for post mortem lividity? That's basic academy stuff! They asked what for, so Les sarcastically said, "To see if his ass is bleeding". We didn't think they were stupid enough to think Les was serious! I mean, come on! Who the fuck is that stupid?"
Wedel slowly tilted his head to the side, raised an eyebrow, and slowly tilted his body to pointedly stare at Cocke and Bosc. He then redirected his gaze at Zaitz.
"Okay, good point. But besides them?", Zaitz said
Verdict - Deputies Rick Cocke and Walt Bosc on the charges of Vandalizing a War Memorial and Defiling a Corpse, the Court finds you both GUILTY!!
Sentence - The Court has found extenuating circumstances in this case, Especially in Deputy Cocke's case. You're both mentally deficient and one has to feel sympathy for a boy saddled with Rick Cocke's handle. Two names, both of which are slang for the penis. That’s rough, but still no excuse to stick your ham-sized fist into a Medal of Honor winner! You are both therefore sentenced to the following, Your own asses are to be stuffed with Stouffer’s Stove Top. Knowing what it’s like to have someone’s hand fiddling around inside of your what-whats will make you two more sensitive. Don’t bother inviting me over for Thanksgiving.
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jail* - The LASD is responsible for the county jail system, security for the courts and patrol for the unincorporated areas of the county and city's that contract for their services. A deputies first assignment, after the Academy, is eithr custody (one of the county jails), or the courts (as security, or as a bailiff). When a spot on patrol opens up, deputies are sent to a patrol station.
jail* - The LASD is responsible for the county jail system, security for the courts and patrol for the unincorporated areas of the county and city's that contract for their services. A deputies first assignment, after the Academy, is eithr custody (one of the county jails), or the courts (as security, or as a bailiff). When a spot on patrol opens up, deputies are sent to a patrol station.
The time spent waiting to go to a patrol station varies from year to year. Currently, deputies are going to patrol straight out of the Academy.
Jail and prison are different. Prisons are run by the state, or federal government. In California, a jail sentence is a year, or less. A prison sentence is a year, or longer.
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