George
03-17-2006, 07:40 PM
A fellow LEO gave this to me several years ago, thought I would share it with all you.
.
{ The Lousy Cop }
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 and I'm picking on you. You know all the traffic
laws.but you've never gotten a single ticket you deserved.
You shout "foul" if you observe me driving fast to a call, but raise
the
roof if I take more than 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 a tooth or your
doctor how to take out an appendix, yet your 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 it's okay if I change a
flat
for your wife, deliver your child in the back of the patrol car, or
perhaps
save you son's life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours
overtime looking for you 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 you life depends on me
or
one of my buddies.
Yes, Mr. Citizen, it's me - the lousy cop!
.
{ The Lousy Cop }
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 and I'm picking on you. You know all the traffic
laws.but you've never gotten a single ticket you deserved.
You shout "foul" if you observe me driving fast to a call, but raise
the
roof if I take more than 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 a tooth or your
doctor how to take out an appendix, yet your 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 it's okay if I change a
flat
for your wife, deliver your child in the back of the patrol car, or
perhaps
save you son's life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours
overtime looking for you 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 you life depends on me
or
one of my buddies.
Yes, Mr. Citizen, it's me - the lousy cop!