A couple of weeks ago, I told you about Colorado Republican State Representative Lori Saine getting arrested at the Denver airport with a gun in her handbag.
Nothing is going to happen to her because, you know how it is, she simply “forgot” it was there.
A Colorado prosecutor says no charges will be filed against a state lawmaker arrested at Denver International Airport after security screening found a loaded handgun in her bag.
Boulder District Attorney Stanley Garnett’s office announced the decision on Thursday. The statement says state Rep. Lori Saine told Denver Police on Dec. 5 she “totally forgot” about the gun but refused to be interviewed and requested an attorney.
So, Ms. Saine has a Get Out of Jail Free card in Boulder.
Okay, so there’s another option.
Denver District Attorney Beth McCann announced Monday that the Boulder office would review the case. McCann, a former lawmaker, said she and Saine had worked closely together.
Okay, don’t place any bets on her getting any charges there.
I have a true story.
I have a friend who, years ago, got himself elected constable in my hometown. “Does this mean I finally get to starting fixing stubborn traffic lights with my .22?” I excitedly asked him. He said, “NO.” Unduly loudly, I thought. He then hauled my butt up on the election night stage and announced to his deputies, “If you see this woman driving around, you have probable cause to stop her and check her trunk for weapons of mass destruction. You know, like an egg beater, pancake mix or really anything to do with cooking. And, rifles.”
Just to keep the fun going, at his first fundraiser I won the first auction which was, of course, a .22 rifle. I asked, “Constable, this rifle has a very long barrel and I am a very short woman, so would it be okay if I …” He did not have to say NO that loudly. I can hear plenty good.
Damn, I get sad when I remember how fun politics used to be. Ike turned out to be damn fine constable and I miss him every day.
I told you that story to let you know that not everybody gets special privileges. I got a ticket for an expired inspection sticker on my car while it was parked in his parking lot. I had come to bring his wife some Christmas cookies. And I got a damn ticket. It is only because I am a fine Christian woman of great moral courage that I didn’t take it to court and swear in front of God and my Momma that he hired dyslexic deputies and my inspection sticker was fine. And, NO, he did not tear up the ticket, but he did eat all the damn cookies.
It used to be fun. It did.