Author Note: Some of you will dismiss my rant about lousy parenting as me being a grouchy old cop. That’s fair. Others will read this and see me as a damn American who wants his country back.
To you… I say “cheers”. You’re one of “us”.
“Officer. My 11-year-old stole a toy from a store last week. It’s the third time he’s done it. Can you yell at him and threaten to arrest him?”
Yes, mom. That’s a great idea. Make him hate cops because you’ve done a lousy job of parenting him.
What the hell is going on with this world?
I’ve got a few little boys. They don’t steal shit. You want to know why?
Because they know that if they do, daddy’s going to whoop their little asses from Montana all the way to grandma’s house in Maine if they do.
I’m not sure when parents got so lousy at parenting. But let me tell you something. It’s creating a nightmare for police officers.
Sense of Entitlement
Kids these days have a sense of entitlement. I swear to God, if one more 20-something-year-old that I pull over tries to tell me that he pays my salary, I’m lose my mind. No, you don’t pay my salary. Daddy bought your BMW and you’ve never worked a day in your life.
My parents instilled in me a sense of respect for others, especially my elders.
“Yes, ma’am.” “No, sir.” (In fairness, that was back when we still recognized the biological difference between a man and a woman.)
“Yes, officer. I’m sorry I was an idiot.” (Idiot is now apparently a bullying work that triggers people and hurts their feelings.)
Mothers taught their girls how to braid their hair and fathers taught their boys to be men. Now, fathers teach their boys to braid their hair and mothers teach their girls that manliness is toxic.
This sense of entitlement can be directly attributed to helicopter parents and the pussification of America. $15 an hour minimum wage? How about… “for your first job cooking fries, you get what I freaking give you and say ‘thank you’”.
Nobody wants to work anymore. They want to demand free college (hint: nothing in life is free). They want open borders and then they want to complain that there are no jobs.
So yes, mom and dad, your spoiled brat kid has a sense of entitlement and it’s your fault.
Right Vs. Wrong
I pulled over this 18-year-old last week. She was going 48 in a 30, make a right on red despite the two signs that said “no right on red”, was tailgating the guy in front of her and then blew a light. All in a half mile or so.
When I asked her if she knew why I pulled her over, she responded: “IDK, because you wanted to make me late for work?”
When I went through everything she did wrong, her response was: “Please. Nobody got hurt. I don’t know what the big deal is.”
Growing up, we were taught the difference between right and wrong. (During the days where good and evil were crystal clear and the moral fabric of America wasn’t being destroyed.)
You steal stuff? That’s bad. You help someone out? That’s good.
But how do we instill a sense of right and wrong in our children when the family structure has been destroyed? When fathers are in the lives of their children?
How do we teach them about obeying the law when the very politicians being elected to lead this great country are defying it? When entire states are declaring that the law doesn’t apply anymore? When you have people running for office who can nuke an entire email server, lie about it, and still win the popular vote?
How do we teach kids that police are here to protect them, but then glorify football players and overpaid celebrities who take a knee to declare that police are bad guys?
How do we encourage our children go into a life of law enforcement when every day they see attacks on the very police we are encouraging them to follow in the footsteps of?
Everyone Is A Victim
Let me tell you something. When you’re going 110 in a 55 and have dark tinted windows, I don’t know what you look like.
So when you play the, “you pulled me over ‘cause I’m black” card, it simply makes me want to punch you in the throat. (Relax. That moment of satisfaction isn’t worth my career.)
Why should I let you out of a ticket? Allow me to list the lines that have been used on me lately:
“It seems like you’re targeting women by pulling me over.”
“You wouldn’t arrest a gay man, would you? That’s discrimination.”
“You pulled me over because you saw my turban.”
“I’m black. I’m black. I’m black. But you knew that, didn’t you?”
“Let me guess. You’re targeting Muslims in this neighborhood.”
Let’s be clear about something. I don’t care what you look like, who you sleep with, who you pray to or what you’re rocking (or not rocking) between your legs. I hate everyone equally, these days.
But parents are teaching kids to have this victim mentality and it’s spilling over in society.
Don’t believe me? How about all of these “anti-bullying” programs?
We’re not teaching kids coping mechanisms for real life. We’re teaching them that bullying doesn’t exist. That if they see it, they should simply report it. That they should play the victim card.
Know what you have to do in life sometimes when you face a bully? Especially the biggest bully in the room?
You’ve got to make him taste his own blood.
That’s how it was for us on the playground. That’s how we developed a fire. That’s how we earned respect. That’s also how we made friends with our enemies.
How Do We Fix It All
This is where I imagine I give words of advice. Wisdom that’s going to fix the world. Ideas that are going to somehow make parents start parenting again, bring fathers back into their kids’ lives and once again rebuild the moral fiber of America.
But I’ve got nothing.
Actually, I lied. I’ve got Jack Daniels. And only about two years left. The rest of you are screwed.