um exactly.
when i was a kid cops used to pull me over more or less for fun. the cops in my town used to tailgate me to get me to speed so they could pull me over. i was given a ticket for doing 90 in a 65, when i was really doing 75 and the cop flew up behind me like a bat out of hell going well over 100, and claimed he paced me.
dont throw the speeding ticket bull**** out there, you dont give a **** about speeding, or you would all cruise around the highways like you own them blatantly disgregarding the speed limit, ****head.
you pull people over because you have a ****ing quota and you want to make money. and dont tell me you dont have a ****ing quota because both of my parents worked in the manhattan DA's office and i probably knwo more about your bull**** than you do.
go after the rapist, go after the murderer, go after someone that matters and someone that is doing something wrong. **** off and leave me alone. i am not interested in playing into your hysterics on drugs, having back taxes collected on me while trying to drive to work, or giving you idiots another reason to pat yourselves on the back when you bust some kid for a gram of pot (no, i never was so **** off).
IF ITS AGAINST THE LAW, THAT DOESNT MEAN THAT ITS WRONG.
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THE GREAT POLICE OFFICER
Well, Mr. Citizen, it seems you’ve figured me out. I seem to fit neatly into the category where you’ve placed me.
I’m stereotyped, standardized, characterized, classified, grouped, and always typical. Unfortunately, the reverse is true….I can never figure you out.
From birth you teach your children that I’m the bogeyman, then you’re shocked when they identify with my traditional enemy….the criminal!
You accuse me of coddling criminals….until I catch your kids doing wrong.
You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee breaks each day, but point me out as a loafer for having one cup. You pride yourself on your manners, but think nothing of disrupting my meals with your troubles.
You raise hell with the guy who cuts you off in traffic, but let me catch you doing the same thing and I’m picking on you. You know all the traffic laws….but you’ve never gotten a single ticket you deserve.
You shout “foul” if you observe me driving fast to a call, but raise the roof if I take more then ten seconds to respond to your complaint.
You call it part of my job if someone strikes me, but call it police brutality if I strike back. You wouldn’t think of telling your dentist how to pull teeth or your doctor how to take out an appendix, yet you are always willing to give me pointers on the law.
You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody nose from anyone else, but expect me to take it without batting an eye.
You yell something’s got to be done to fight crime, but you can’t be bothered to get involved.
You have no use for me at all, but of course its OK if I change a flat for your wife, deliver your child in the back of a patrol car, or perhaps save your son’s life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours overtime looking for your lost daughter.
So, Mr. Citizen, you can stand there on your soapbox, and rant and rave about the way I do my work, calling me every name in the book, but never stop to think that your property, family, or maybe even your life depends on me or one of my buddies.
Yes, Mr. Citizen, it’s me……the lousy cop!