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    I am looking for a "Dear Citizen"-type letter that was written by an LEO that has been circulating recently. It states along the lines on Joe Citizen negative perception of LEOs. One point the letter made was how the citizen would get upset when we force them to pull over while running code 3, yet they complain when we dont get to them quick enough. I had a copy of that letter at one point in time. Any help would be appreciated. Thanks in advance.
    Last edited by BullCity_45; 09-29-2005, 01:16 PM.
    "Its not cheating, unless you get caught."-Al Bundy

  • #2
    Why Cops Hate You
    (if you have to ask, get out of the way)
    by Chuck Milland

    Have you ever been stopped by a traffic cop, and while he was writing a ticket or giving you a warning, you got the feeling that he would just love to yank you out of the car, right through the window, and smash your face into the front fender? Have you ever had a noisy little spat with someone, and a cop cruising by calls, "Everything all right over there?" Did you maybe sense that he really hoped everything was not all right, that he wanted one of you to answer, "No officer, this idiot's bothering me"? That all he was looking for was an excuse to launch himself from the cruiser and play a drum solo on your skull with his nightstick?

    Did you ever call the cops to report a crime - maybe someone stole something from your car or broke into your home - and the cops act as if it were your fault? That they were sorry the crook didn't rip you off for more? That instead of looking for the culprit, they'd rather give you a shot in the chops for bothering them in the first place?
    If you've picked up on this attitude from your local sworn protectors, it's not just paranoia. They actually don't like you. In fact, the cops don't just dislike you, they hate your f**king guts! Incidentally, for a number of very good reasons.

    First of all, civilians are so g*ddamn stupid. They leave things laying around, just begging thieves to steal them. They park cars in high crime areas and leave portable TVs, cameras, wallets, purses, coats, luggage, grocery bags and briefcases in plain view on the seat. Oh sure, maybe they'll remember to close all the windows and lock all the doors, but do you know how easy it is to bust a car window? How fast it can be done? A ten year old can do it in less than six seconds! And a poor cop has another larceny from auto on his hands. Another crime to right a report on, waste another half hour on. Another crime to make him look bad.

    Meanwhile, the ******* who left the family heirlooms on the back seat in the first place is raising hell about where were the cops when the car was being looted. He's planning to write letters to the mayor and police commissioner about what a lousy police force you have here; they can't even keep my car from getting ripped off! What, were they drinking coffee somewhere?
    And the cops are saying to themselves, Lemme tell ya, f**khead, we were seven blocks away, taking another stupid report from another jerkoff civilian about his f**king car being broken into because he left his $hit on the back seat too.

    These civilians can't figure out that maybe they shouldn't leave stuff laying around unattended where anybody can just pick it up and boggie. Maybe they should put the $hit in the trunk, where no one but Superman is gonna see it. Maybe they should do that before they get to where they're going, just in case some riffraff is hanging around watching them while the car is being secured.

    Another thing that drives cops wild is the "surely this doesn't apply to me" syndrome, which never fails to reveal itself at scenes of sniper or barricade incidents. There's always some ******* walking down the street (or jogging or driving) who thinks the police cars blocking off the area, the ropes marked POLICE LINE: DO NOT CROSS, the cops crouched behind cars pointing revolvers, carbines, shotguns, and bazookas at some building, all of this has nothing whatsoever to do with him - so he weasels around the barricades or slithers under the restraining ropes and blithely continues on his way, right into the line of fire.

    The result is that some cop risks his *** (or hers - don't forget, the cops include women now) to go after the cretin, and drag him, usually under protest, back to safety. All of these cops, including the one risking his ***, devoutly hope that the sniper will get off one miraculous shot and drill the idiot right between the horns, which would have two immediate effects: The quiche for brains civilian would be dispatched to the next world, and every cop on the scene would instantaneously be licensed to kill the scumbag doing the sniping. Whereupon the cops would destroy the whole f**king building, sniper and all, in about 30 seconds, which is what they wanted to do in the first place, except the brass wouldn't let them because the motherf**ker hadn't killed anybody yet.

    An allied phenomenon is the "my isn't this amusing" behavior exhibited, usually by Yuppies or other members of high society, at some emergency scenes. For example, a group of trendy types will be strolling down the street when a squad car with lights flashing and siren on screeches up to a building. They'll watch the cops yank out their guns and run up to the door, flatten themselves against the wall and peep into the place cautiously. Now if you think about it, something serious could be happening here. Cops usually don't pull their revolvers to go get a cup of coffee. They usually don't hug the sides of buildings just before dropping in to say hello. Any five year old ghetto kid can tell you these cops are definitely ready to cap somebody. But do our society friends perceive this? Do they stay out of the cops' way? Of course not! They think it's vastly amusing. And of course, since they're not involved in the funny little game the cops are playing, they think nothing can happen to them.

    While the ghetto kid is hiding behind a car waiting for the shooting to start, Muffy, Chip, and Biffy are continuing their stroll, right up to the officers, tittering among themselves about how silly the cops look, all scrunched up against the wall, trying to look in through the door without stopping bullets with their foreheads.

    What the cops are hoping, at this point, is for a homicidal holdup man to come busting out the door with a sawed-off shotgun. They're hoping he has it loaded with elephant shot, and that he immediately identifies our socialites as serious threats to his personal well-being. They're hoping he has just enough ammunition to blast the **** out of the gigglers, but not enough to return fire when the cops open up on him.

    Of course if that actually happens, the poor cops will be in a world of trouble for not protecting the "innocent bystanders". The brass wouldn't even want to hear that the $hitheads probably didn't have enough sense to come in out of an acid rain. Somebody ought to tell the quiche eaters out there to stand back when they encounter someone with a gun in his hand, whether he happens to be wearing a badge or a ski mask.

    Civilians also aggravate cops in a number of other ways. One of their favorite games is, "Officer can you tell me...?" A cop knows he's been selected to play this game whenever someone approaches and utters those magic words. Now it's okay if they continue with, "...how to get to so and so street?" or "...where such and such a place is located?" After all, cops should be familiar with the area in which they work. But it eats the lining of their stomachs when some jerkoff asks, "Where can I catch the fifty-four bus?" Or, "Where can I find a telephone?"

    Cops look forward to their last day before retirement, when they can safely give these ******-bags the answer they've been choking back for 20 years: "No maggot, I can't tell ya where the fifty-four bus runs! What does this look like, an MTA uniform? Go ask a f**king bus driver! And no, dog breath, I don't know where ya can find a phone, except wherever your f**king eyes see one! Take your head out of your *** and look for one!"
    And cops just love to find a guy parking his car in a crosswalk next to a fire hydrant at a bus stop posted with a sign saying, "Don't Even Think About Stopping, Standing, or Parking Here. Cars Towed Away, Forfeited to the Government, and Sold at Public Auction," and the jerk asks, "Officer, may I park here a minute?"

    "What are ya nuts? Of course ya can park here. As long as ya like! Leave it all day! Ya don't see anything that says ya can't, do ya? You're welcome. See ya later." The cop then drives around the corner and calls for a tow truck to remove the vehicle. Later, in traffic court, the idiot will be whining to the judge, "But your honor, I asked an officer if I could park there, and he said I could! No I don't know which officer, but I did ask! Honest! No wait judge, I can't afford five hundred dollars! This isn't fair! I'm not creating a disturbance! I've got rights! Get your hands off me! Where are you taking me? What do you mean ten days for contempt of court? What did I do? Wait, wait..." If you should happen to see a cop humming contentedly and smiling to himself for no apparent reason, he may have won this game.

    Wildly, unrealistic civilian expectations also contribute to a cop's distaste for the general citizenry. An officer can be running his *** off all day or night, handling call after call and writing volumes of police reports, but everybody thinks their problem is the only thing he has to work on. The policeman may have a few worries too. Ever think of that? The sergeant is on him because he's been late for roll call a few days; he's been battling like a badger with his wife, who's just about to leave him because he never takes her anywhere and doesn't spend enough time at home and the kids need braces and the station wagon needs a major engine overhaul and where are we going to get the money to pay for all that and we haven't had a real vacation for years and all you do is hang around with other cops and you've been drinking too much lately and I could've married that wonderful guy I was going with when I met you and lived happily ever after and why don't you get a regular job with regular days off and no night shifts and decent pay and a chance for advancement and no one throwing bottles or taking wild potshots at you?
    Meanwhile, that sweet young thing he met on a call last month says her period is late. Internal Affairs is investigating him on f**king up a disorderly last week; the captain is ****ed at him for tagging a councilman's car; a burglar's tearing up the businesses on his post; and he's already handled two robberies, three family fights, a stolen auto, and a half dozen juvenile complaints today.

    Now here he is on another juvenile call, trying to explain to some bimbo, who's president of her neighborhood improvement association, that the security of western civilization is not really threatened all that much by the kids who hang around on the corner by her house. "Yes officer, I know they're not there now. They always leave whenever you come by. But right after you're gone, they come right back, don't you see, and continue their disturbance. It's intolerable! I'm so upset, I can barely sleep at night!"
    By now the cop's eyes have glazed over. "What we need here officer," she continues vehemently, "is greater attention to this matter by the police. You and some other officers should hide and stake out that corner so those renegades wouldn't see you. Then you could catch them in the act!"
    "Yes ma'am, we'd love to stake out that corner a few hours every night, since we don't have anything else to do, but I've got a better idea," he'd like to say. "Here's a box of fragmentation grenades the Department obtained from the army just for situations like this. The next time you see those little f**kers out there, just lob a couple of these into the crowd and get down!"
    Or he's got an artsy-craftsy type who's just moved into a tough, rundown neighborhood and decides it's gotta be cleaned up. You know, "Urban Pioneers." The cops see a lot of them now. The cops call them volunteer victims. Most of them are intelligent, talented, hard-working, well-paid folks with masochistic chromosomes interspersed among their otherwise normal genes. They have nice jobs, live in nice homes, and have a lot of nice material possessions, and they somehow decide that it would be just a marvelous idea to move into a slum and get yoked, roped, looted, and pillaged on a regular basis. What else do they expect? Peace and harmony? It's like tossing a juicy little pig into a piranha tank.

    Moving day: Here come the pioneers, dropping all their groovy gear from their Volvo station wagon, setting it on the sidewalk so everyone on the block can get a good look at the food processor, the microwave, the stereo system, the color TV, the tape deck, etc. At the same time, the local burglars are appraising the goods, unofficially, and calculating how much they can get for the TV down at the corner bar, how much the stereo will bring at Joe's Garage, who might want the tape deck at the barbershop, and maybe mama can use the microwave herself.

    When the pioneers get ripped off, the cops figure they asked for it, and they got it. You want to poke your arm in a tiger cage? F**k you! Don't be amazed when he eats it for lunch. The cops regard it as naive for trendies to move into crime zones and conduct their lives the same way they did up on Society Hill. In fact, they can't fathom why anyone who didn't have to would want to move there at all, regardless of how they want to live or how prepared they might be to adapt their behavior. That's probably because the cops are intimately acquainted with all those petty but disturbing crimes and nasty little incidents that never make the newspapers but profoundly effect the quality of life in a particular area.

    Something else that causes premature aging among cops is the "I don't know who to call, so I'll call the police" ploy. Why, the cops ask themselves, do they get so many calls for things like water leaks, sick cases, bats in houses, and the like--things that have nothing whatsoever to do with law enforcement or the maintenance of public order? They figure it's because civilians are getting more and more accustomed to having the government solving problems for them, and the local P.D. is the only government agency that'll even answer the phone at 3:00 A.M., let alone send anybody.
    So when the call comes over the radio to go to such-and-such an address for a water leak, the assigned officer rolls his eyes, acknowledges, responds, surveys the problem, and tells the complainant, "Yep, that's a water leak all right! No doubt about it. Ya oughta call a plumber! And it might not be a bad idea to turn off your main valve for awhile." Or, "Yep, your Aunt Minnie's sick all right!. Ya probably oughta get'er to a doctor tomorrow if she doesn't get any better by then." Or, "Yep, that's a bat all right! Maybe ya oughta open the windows so it can fly outside again!"
    "Respect for religion must be reestablished. Public debt should be reduced. The arrogance of public officials must be curtailed. Assistance to foreign lands must be stopped or we shall bankrupt ourselves. The people should be forced to work and not depend on government for subsistence." - Cicero, 60 B.C.

    For California police academy notes go to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/CABasicPolice/


    • #3
      In the meantime, while our hero is wasting time on this bull$hit call, maybe somebody is having a real problem out there, like getting raped, robbed, or killed. Street cops would like to work the phones just once and catch a few of these idiotic complaints: "A bat in your house? No need to send an officer when I can tell ya what to do right here on the phone, pal! Close all your doors and windows right away. Pour gasoline all over your furniture. That's it. Now set it on fire and get everybody outside! Yeah, you'll get that little motherf**ker for sure! That's okay; call us anytime."

      Probably the most serious beef cops have with civilians relates to those situations in which the use of force becomes necessary to deal with some desperado who may have just robbed a bank, iced somebody, beat up his wife and kids, or wounded some cop, and now he's caught, but won't give up. He's not going to be taken alive, he's going to take some cops with him., and you better say your prayers, you pig bastards! Naturally, if the chump's armed with any kind of weapon, the cops are going to shoot the $hit out of him so bad they'll be able to open up his body later as a lead mine. If he's not armed, and the cops aren't creative enough to find a weapon for him, they'll just beat him into raw meat and hope he spends the net few weeks in traction. They view it as a learning experience for the *******. You f**k up somebody, you find out what it feels like to get f**ked up. Don't like it? Don't do it again! It's called "street justice," and civilians approve of it as much as cops do--even if they don't admit it.

      Remember how the audience cheered when Charles Bronson f**ked up the bad guys in Death Wish? How they scream with joy every time Clint Eastwood's Dirty Harry makes his day by blowing up some rotten scumball with his .44 magnum? What they applaud is the administration of street justice. The old eye-for-an-eye concept, one of mankind's most primal instincts. All of us have it, especially cops.

      It severely offends and deeply hurts cops when they administer a dose of good old-fashioned street justice only to have some bleeding-heart do-gooder happen upon the scene at the last minute, when the hairbag is at last getting his just desserts, and start hollering about police brutality. Cops regard that as very serious business indeed. Brutality can get them fired. Get fired from one police department, and it's tough to get a job as a cop anywhere else ever again.

      Brutality exposes the cop to civil liability as well, Also his superior officers, the police department as an agency, and maybe even the local government itself. You've seen 60 Minutes, right? Some cop screws up, gets sued along with everybody else in the department who ever had anything to do with him, and the city or county ends up paying the plaintiff umpty-ump million dollars, raising taxes and hocking its fire engines in the process. What do you think happens to the cop who f**ked up in the first place? He's done for.

      On many occasions when the cops are accused of excessive force, the apparent brutality is a misperception by some observer who isn't acquainted with the realities of police work. For example, do you have any idea how hard it is to handcuff someone who really doesn't want to be handcuffed? Without hurting them? It's almost impossible for one cop to accomplish by himself unless he beats the hell out of the prisoner first--which would also be viewed as brutality! It frequently takes three or four cops to handcuff one son of a b*tch who's absolutely determined to battle them.

      In situations like that, it's not unusual for the cops to hear someone in the crowd of onlookers comment on how they're ganging up on the poor bastard, and beating him unnecessarily. This makes them feel like telling the complainer, "Hey motherf**ker, you think you can handuff this $hithead by yourself without killing him first? C'mere! You're deputized! Now, go ahead and do it!"

      The problem is that, in addition to being unfamiliar with how difficult it is in the real world to physically control someone without beating his ***, last minute observers usually don't have the opportunity to see for themselves, like they do in the movies and on TV, what a f**king monster the suspect might be. If they did, they'd probably holler at the cops to beat his *** some more. They might even want to help!

      The best thing for civilians to do if they see the cops rough up somebody too much is to keep their mouths shut at the scene, and to make inquires of the police brass later on. There might be ample justification for the degree of force used that just wasn't apparent at the time of the arrest. If not, the brass will be very interested in the complaint. If one of their cops went over the deep end, they'll want to know about it.

      Most of this comes down to common sense, a characteristic the cops feel most civilians lack. One of the elements of common sense is thinking before opening one's yap or taking other action. Just a brief moment of thought will often prevent the utterance of something stupid or the commission of idiotic acts that will, among other things, generate nothing but contempt from the average street cop. Think--and it might mean getting a warning instead of a traffic ticket. Or getting sent on your way rather than being arrested. Or continuing on to your original destination instead of to the hospital. It might mean getting some real assistance instead of the run-around. The very least it'll get you is a measure of respect cops seldom show civilians. Act like you've got just a little sense, and even if the cops don't like you, they at least won't hate you
      "Respect for religion must be reestablished. Public debt should be reduced. The arrogance of public officials must be curtailed. Assistance to foreign lands must be stopped or we shall bankrupt ourselves. The people should be forced to work and not depend on government for subsistence." - Cicero, 60 B.C.

      For California police academy notes go to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/CABasicPolice/


      • #4
        So, was that the one you were looking for??
        "Respect for religion must be reestablished. Public debt should be reduced. The arrogance of public officials must be curtailed. Assistance to foreign lands must be stopped or we shall bankrupt ourselves. The people should be forced to work and not depend on government for subsistence." - Cicero, 60 B.C.

        For California police academy notes go to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/CABasicPolice/


        • #5
          Now i Knew that looked familliar, wait a minute, I sent that to some lady last week...
          Why do we try so Hard for Little things, and so Little for Hard things?

          "There is no happiness without tears; no life without death. Beware, I will give you cause to weep"

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          • #6
            Mayge this one, sorry if it is the same I didnt have the time to read all of your post
            I got nothing for now


            • #7
              Well, Mr. Citizen, I guess you've figured me out. I seem to fit neatly in the category where you placed me. I am stereotyped, characterized, standardized, classified, grouped, and always typical. Unfortunately, the reverse is not true.. I can never you out. From birth you teach your children that I'm the boogeyman and then you're shocked when they identify with my traditional enemy, THE CRIMINAL. You accuse me of coddling juveniles until I catch your kid doing wrong. You take an hour for lunch and several coffee breaks each day, but point me out as a loafer if you catch me having just one cup. You pride yourself on your polished 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 thing 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 see me driving too fast to an emergency call, but raise hell if I take more than ten seconds to respond to your call. You call it part of my job if someone strikes me, but it's police brutality if I strike back. You would not think of telling your dentist how to pull a badly-decayed tooth, or your doctor how to take out your appendix, but are always willing to give me a few pointers on the law. You talk to me in a manner that would assure a bloody nose from anyone else, but expect me to take it without batting an eye. You cry "Something has got to be done about the crime!" but you can't be bothered with getting involved. You have no use for me at all, but of course it's O.K. if I change a flat for your wife, or deliver your child in the back seat of my radio car on the way to the hospital, or save your son's life with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, or work many hours looking for your lost daughter. So, Mr. Citizen, you stand there on your soapbox and rant and rave about the way I do my job, calling me every name in the book, but never stopping to think that your property, your family, or maybe even your life depends on me or one of my buddies. Yes, Mr. Citizen, it's me, the lousy cop!


              • #8
                Sorry for posting twice in a row.

                Here is the link: http://lifeonthebeat.com/police_poems.htm

                Its the same site that has "Judgement Day"

                The policeman stood and faced his God,
                Which must always come to pass.
                He hoped his shoes were shining.
                Just as brightly as his brass.

                "Step forward now, Policeman.
                How shall I deal with you?
                Have you always turned the other cheek?
                To my Church have you been true?"

                The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
                "No, Lord I guess I ain't,
                Because those of us who carry badges
                Can't always be a Saint.

                I've had to work most Sundays,
                And at times my work was rough,
                and sometimes I've been violent,
                Because the streets are awfully tough.

                But I never took a penny,
                That wasn't mine to keep,
                I worked a lot of overtime
                When the bills just got too steep.

                And I never passed a cry for help,
                Though at times I shook with fear.
                And sometimes, God forgive me,
                I've wept unmanly tears.

                I know I don't deserve a place
                among the people here.
                They never wanted me around
                Except to calm their fear.

                If you've a place for me here, Lord
                It needn't be so grand.
                I never expected or had too much,
                But if you don't, I'll understand."

                There was silence all around the Throne
                Where the Saints had often trod.
                As the policeman waited quietly,
                For the judgment of his God.

                "Step forward now, policeman,
                You've borne your burdens well.
                Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
                You've done your time in Hell."


                • #9
                  One of the best handouts I got at the academy.


                  • #10
                    where's the one about the harrassment. The answer of the question "why are you harrassing me".
                    Illegitimi non carborundum - Don't let the bastards grind you down.


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