The Booty Report

"Be yer camera ticket a scurvy sham? Here’s the jolly way to uncover the truth, matey!"

2025-02-10

Arrr, me hearties! Beware the cursed red light tickets, for ye needn’t point yer finger at the scallywag behind the wheel! Some be but a fishin' expedition! Fear not, for the savvy sea dog Kurt “CyberGuy” Knutsson be here to help ye swab the deck of them tricksy fakes!

Ahoy matey! Picture this: ye be sittin’ in yer ship, mindin’ yer own business, when a cursed red light camera ticket lands in yer mailbox, callin’ ye out for somethin’ ye didn’t even do! Blimey! Many a sailor be caught off guard by these scallywag “snitch tickets,” sly as a fox in a hen house, tryin’ to make ye do the dirty work of namin’ the true culprit!

Now, listen close! If ye find a ticket lackin’ the court’s address or sportin’ a warning not to contact the court, ye might’ve stumbled upon one of these cheeky tricks! They be hopin’ ye’ll rat out the guilty party, but fear not! Ye needn’t give in to their ploy. Just toss it overboard, as it be not a real ticket, savvy?

If ye be holdin’ a genuine ticket, fear not! Ye can contact the local constables, though they may try to twist yer arm to spill the beans. Stand yer ground, matey! Ye’re not obliged to name the driver! And if all else fails, raise the Jolly Roger and contest it in court! Just remember, ye be the captain of yer own ship and the burden of proof lies with them!

So, keep yer wits about ye, and don’t let these pesky tickets shiver yer timbers! Arrr!

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