Being a cop in this media saturated age is more fun than should be legal. It reminds me of people’s love for a good steak!
Browsing the meat department they set your eyes on it … thick, pink, marbled perfection beautifully displayed in a contrasting black tray and clear cellophane cover. “Oh ya … THAT works,” they exclaim to themselves. “That’ll be awesome on the grill!”
Conveniently forgotten was the dirty work that made it all possible … the cow herded through the chute on its way to death, a projectile launched from a high powered pneumatic device piercing the animals skull, the slit carotid artery and jugular vein draining the fresh warm blood … the removal of the entrails still steaming from recent life … THAT is the inconvenient reality of a good cookout, the genesis of memories with family and friends.
People love safe communities. It’s there they watch the crystal clear ideal of the American dream unfold. Often forgotten is the reality that makes it even an option … selfless men and women confronting violence in the wee hours of the night … at times having to shed the blood of others, at times shedding their own.
Mangled bodies, tortured children, violent encounters fueled by hate; broken homes, shattered lives, drug and alcohol fueled meltdowns … all spewing hate filled words
It’s ugly, it’s messy, and law enforcement officers step to the plate daily to confront it all. The public holds them to a higher standard and rightfully so. But that same public, at times, expects a perfection that is not humanly possible.
It’s ugly, it’s messy, and law enforcement officers step to the plate daily to confront it all.
Honest mistakes will be made, less than perfect words uttered, at times they will overreact. The community will learn a hard lesson through increased crime if they forget that … officers are leaving in droves, few are taking their place. If we allow them to be humans, they’ll take their discipline, swallow their pride, grow and put their best foot forward to try again.
The job is hard. As an insider I can tell you they do their best. Please forgive them when they get a couple of drops of blood on the cellophane. I can assure you that was not their intent.