I once thought of being a cop when I was planning to leave the Marine Corps after my first tour. Glad am I that I had a talk with a neighbor near Camp Lejeune before that was set in concrete.<<<<<<<<<<
Hmmm. A Marine. Well, if I had your mindset, I'd tar you with the same brush as every bad apple Marine that ever screwed up. Maybe every Marine who ever got injured by unfortunate civilians in a war zone trying to protect their homes from the intruders. Obviously, getting shot meant they were corrupt, stupid, lazy or incompetent, right?
>>>>>>Pity. It surely does keep a lot of us from wanting to help out the next cop in trouble we see.<<<<<<<<<
Believe me, they wouldn't expect your assistance, they would work around you as they've probably always had to do. You and you alone have the key to the universe, the answer to street crime. Perhaps some history lessons would be in order. And I'm glad you didn't get into the wrong profession (LE), as well.
"Believe me, they wouldn't expect your assistance..."
Nope, likely not, after so many of them work to keep the rest of us disarmed and "helpless." Not all of us appreciate those sorts of efforts. Nor do we appreciate the ones we see doing nothing but raising revenues for the city. NOT pulling over dangerous drivers like red light runners, mind you me, but those whose vehicles they can steal and hold for ransom or sell. But you just continue on with your war on the rest of us Americans. Maybe YOUR swat team will be the next one to run into a 92-yr old Annie Oakley. Who might just be a better shot or aim higher for her hits. Maybe the rest of us will be reading about you and how we usta know you. And how, if you'd only been just TEN PERCENT smarter you might not have died that way... but your drug war addiction just wouldn't let you go; that monkey would not get off your back.