Really Sick Of Law Enforcement
By
Pilgrim
on October 7, 2006 at 05:37 am
6 Comments
Okay, once again I’ve engaged in a debate with some guys who are outraged at the conduct of law enforcement these days, or are sick of cops who they say are drunk with their own power, and just generally sick of law enforcement.
Well, after nearly twenty years in the business (a street cop, not a desk monkey) I have to agree with those guys. I think I’m getting sick of it, too. And I think I can express exactly what it is I’m sick of.
I’m sick of stopping someone who blows through a red light right in front of me and hearing, “Shouldn’t you be out catching criminals instead of stopping me?” And, of course, since we’re held to a higher standard we can’t tell him that, yes, I should be, but I had to stop your dumb ass for blowing that light in my face.
I’m sick of people who leave their purses or their laptops on the front seat of their cars and when they get stolen they ask the responding officer, “Where were the police?” And because of that higher standard thing we can’t tell them that we were probably off taking a report from some other idiot who didn’t have the sense to lock up his valuables.
I’m sick of stopping drunks who were driving all over the road, then when I ask them how much they had to drink they say, “Two beers.” It seems to be the standard answer and presumes that we’re stupid enough to believe it.
I'm sick of hearing that I'm racist because I arrest or ticket someone who isn't a Norwegian blonde. Higher astandards keep me from telling an arrested thief that when I take out the garbage I don't care what color bag its in.
I’m sick of people who want us to parent their kids because they’re too lazy or too stupid or too politically correct to do it themselves. And that higher standard thing stops us from telling them not to call us when Little Johnny or Janey won’t go to school or they tell their parents to fuck off, or whatever. We can’t tell them to get some spine and stand up to the little thug, kick his ass all over the hacienda, and get his attention.
I’m sick of being injured on this job or seeing my fellow officers injured while protecting other people’s lives or property. I’ve been hurt about six times in my career from being hit, kicked, bit, and shot at twice. You’re welcome.
I’m sick of having to subdue some thug who then tells us that it took FOUR of us to get him down.
Yes, it did. Know why? Because we have rules that keep us from just knocking the shit out of him with an eighteen inch steel flashlight and dragging his ass to jail. He can hurt us. We can’t hurt him. Higher standards.
I’m sick of people who will call and complain if an officer doesn’t get to him immediately when he calls but will call Internal Affairs and complain that he saw an officer speeding.
I’m sick of people telling me that their taxes pay my salary. Because of those higher standards I don’t pull out the seven cents they contributed to my personal wealth, hand it back to them, and tell them to pound sand.
And last but not least I’m sick of people drawing conclusions about a profession that they don’t know anything about beyond what they see on television and read in the papers. I’m tired of explaining that, yes, like any other job there are bad eggs, but that the vast majority of police officers do their job with honor, courage, and dignity.
So, yep. I’ve joined the club, guys. I’m sick of law enforcement, too.
Well, after nearly twenty years in the business (a street cop, not a desk monkey) I have to agree with those guys. I think I’m getting sick of it, too. And I think I can express exactly what it is I’m sick of.
I’m sick of stopping someone who blows through a red light right in front of me and hearing, “Shouldn’t you be out catching criminals instead of stopping me?” And, of course, since we’re held to a higher standard we can’t tell him that, yes, I should be, but I had to stop your dumb ass for blowing that light in my face.
I’m sick of people who leave their purses or their laptops on the front seat of their cars and when they get stolen they ask the responding officer, “Where were the police?” And because of that higher standard thing we can’t tell them that we were probably off taking a report from some other idiot who didn’t have the sense to lock up his valuables.
I’m sick of stopping drunks who were driving all over the road, then when I ask them how much they had to drink they say, “Two beers.” It seems to be the standard answer and presumes that we’re stupid enough to believe it.
I'm sick of hearing that I'm racist because I arrest or ticket someone who isn't a Norwegian blonde. Higher astandards keep me from telling an arrested thief that when I take out the garbage I don't care what color bag its in.
I’m sick of people who want us to parent their kids because they’re too lazy or too stupid or too politically correct to do it themselves. And that higher standard thing stops us from telling them not to call us when Little Johnny or Janey won’t go to school or they tell their parents to fuck off, or whatever. We can’t tell them to get some spine and stand up to the little thug, kick his ass all over the hacienda, and get his attention.
I’m sick of being injured on this job or seeing my fellow officers injured while protecting other people’s lives or property. I’ve been hurt about six times in my career from being hit, kicked, bit, and shot at twice. You’re welcome.
I’m sick of having to subdue some thug who then tells us that it took FOUR of us to get him down.
Yes, it did. Know why? Because we have rules that keep us from just knocking the shit out of him with an eighteen inch steel flashlight and dragging his ass to jail. He can hurt us. We can’t hurt him. Higher standards.
I’m sick of people who will call and complain if an officer doesn’t get to him immediately when he calls but will call Internal Affairs and complain that he saw an officer speeding.
I’m sick of people telling me that their taxes pay my salary. Because of those higher standards I don’t pull out the seven cents they contributed to my personal wealth, hand it back to them, and tell them to pound sand.
And last but not least I’m sick of people drawing conclusions about a profession that they don’t know anything about beyond what they see on television and read in the papers. I’m tired of explaining that, yes, like any other job there are bad eggs, but that the vast majority of police officers do their job with honor, courage, and dignity.
So, yep. I’ve joined the club, guys. I’m sick of law enforcement, too.
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