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The Lieutenant Colonel Who Thought She Was Above the Law

There is a unique and potent brand of arrogance that manifests when someone accustomed to giving orders suddenly finds themselves on the receiving end of them. We saw a masterclass in this specific type of entitlement recently when a Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Air Force decided that the traffic laws of Florida did not apply to her. What unfolded was not just a traffic stop, but a humiliating display of hypocrisy, ego, and a profound misunderstanding of the very constitution she swore to support and defend.

The incident began with the kind of mundane infraction that happens thousands of times a day: speeding. The driver was clocked doing 63 in a 40 mph zone, and reportedly 73 earlier. It should have been simple. You pull over, you hand over your license, you take the ticket, and you go home. But for this officer, the flashing lights were apparently an insult to her rank. From the moment the deputy approached the vehicle, the wall of defiance went up. She refused to lower her window more than a crack. She refused to hand over her license. She demanded to see the radar, citing a non-existent right to inspect police equipment on the side of the road.

It is infuriating to watch a senior military officer parrot the “sovereign citizen” scripts found in the darker corners of the internet. When asked for her documents, she responded with the classic deflection: “Why are you detaining me?” It is a question that screams of someone who has watched too many viral videos and read too few law books. She was being detained because she was speeding. It is that simple. Yet, she treated the deputies not as lawful authority figures, but as inconveniences to be managed or subordinates to be dismissed. She demanded a supervisor, a tactic designed to delay and intimidate, as if a Sergeant showing up would suddenly grant her immunity from the speedometer.

The irony here is thick enough to choke on. Here is a woman who operates within a rigid hierarchy, a system built entirely on the immediate and unquestioning obedience to lawful orders. If a subordinate in her command treated her with a fraction of the disrespect she showed those deputies, they would be facing a court-martial. Yet, she felt comfortable treating civilian law enforcement with utter contempt. She sat in her car, window up, phone out, playing the victim while simultaneously trying to pull rank.

When the deputies finally ran out of patience—after giving her ample opportunity to comply—they did what they had to do. They broke the window. And in an instant, the tough-talking, rights-quoting warrior melted into a puddle of victimhood. “Glass in my eye!” she wailed, suddenly demanding medical attention and compassion from the very people she had just spent twenty minutes stonewalling. The shift was jarring. One minute she was a legal scholar and a superior officer; the next, she was a helpless casualty of police brutality, despite having engineered every step of the escalation herself.

The farce continued as she was extracted from the vehicle. She didn’t worry about the safety of the officers or the law she had broken; she worried about her phone. “I need to call my commander,” she repeated, like a mantra. It was a bizarre plea. What exactly did she think her commander was going to do? Teleport to the roadside and override state law? The military does not exist to bail its officers out of traffic stops, and involving her chain of command was likely the worst possible move she could make for her career. It displayed a stunning lack of judgment. She seemed to believe that her status as a Lieutenant Colonel was a “Get Out of Jail Free” card, failing to realize that it actually holds her to a higher standard of conduct—a standard she was failing to meet in spectacular fashion.

As the deputies conducted a standard inventory of her vehicle before towing it, the narrative took a stranger turn. They found bundles of cash—fifties and twenties—stuffed in her bag. Immediately, she pivoted to accusations of “illegal search and seizure.” Again, her confidence was matched only by her ignorance. Inventorying a vehicle before impound is standard procedure to protect both the owner’s property and the police from liability. It wasn’t a search for evidence; it was administrative housekeeping. Yet, she framed it as a violation of her rights, continuing her desperate attempt to paint herself as the victim of a rogue state rather than the architect of her own misfortune.

The final act of this absurd drama centered on a urine test. After refusing to cooperate at every turn, she was told that refusing the test would result in a license suspension. Suddenly, the defiant “I know my rights” posture evaporated. Faced with the inconvenience of losing her driving privileges, she folded. It was a telling moment. Her principles, it seemed, were flexible. She was willing to fight the police on the side of the road, risk a broken window and an arrest record, but the moment her convenience was threatened by a suspended license, she complied.

This incident is a stain on the uniform she wears. It reinforces the worst stereotypes about military entitlement—the idea that rank confers privilege rather than responsibility. A Lieutenant Colonel should be an example of discipline and respect for the law. Instead, she behaved like a petulant child, escalating a minor ticket into a major incident solely to stroke her own ego. She wasted the time of multiple officers, emergency medical services, and supervisors, all because she couldn’t bring herself to simply roll down a window and accept that she had been caught speeding. It was a disgraceful performance, devoid of honor, and she deserves every consequence coming her way.