Well Mr. Citizen, I guess you have me figured out. I seem to fit neatly into the category you place me in. I'm stereotyped, characterized, standardized, classified, grouped, and always typical. I'm the "lousy cop." Unfortunately, the reverse isn't true. I can never figure you out.
From birth you teach your children that I am the bogeyman, and then you're shocked when they identify me with my traditional enemy, the criminal. You accuse me of coddling juveniles, until I catch your kid doing something. You may take an hour for lunch, and have several coffee breaks each day, but point me out as a loafer if you see me having just one cup.
You pride yourself on your polished manners, but think nothing of interrupting my meals at noon with your troubles. You raise [auto-filtered] about 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 never got a single ticket you deserved. You shout "foul" if you observe me driving fast enroute to an emergency call, but literally raise [auto-filtered] if I take more than ten seconds responding to your call!!!
You call it "part of the job" if someone strikes me, but it's "police brutality" if I strike back. You wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a badly decayed tooth, or your doctor how to take out your appendix, but you are always willing to give me a few pointers on law enforcement. You talk to me in a manner and use language that would assure a bloody nose from anyone else, but you expect me to stand and take it without batting an eye.
You cry, "Something has to be done about all the crime!" but you can't be bothered with getting involved.
You've got no use for me at all, but, of course, it's OK if I change a tire for your wife, or deliver your baby in the back seat of my patrol car on the way to the hospital, or save your son's life with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, or work many hours over-time to find 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 stop a minute to think that your property, your family, or maybe your life might depend on one thing, ME, or one if my buddies.
"YES ME THE LOUSY COP"
While I don't completely disagree with her post, I believe it's leaving out another very valid perspective. So, I wrote the following as a response. (Packing Mama suggested that I post it here, so here it is.)
Well Officer, I guess you have me figured out. I seem to fit neatly into the category you place me in. I'm stereotyped, characterized, standardized, classified, grouped, and always typical. I'm just a “cop hater.” Unfortunately, the reverse isn't true. I can never figure you out.
As long as there has been law enforcement, police officers have taken oaths to uphold the law and the constitution, but you tell me that I should not exercise my rights when they are inconvenient for you. You say that you uphold the first amendment, but you are probably upset that I am writing this post. You claim to uphold the second amendment, but you don’t like it when I insist on being armed as well as you. You claim to uphold the fourth amendment, but you insist on asking me if I have drugs and weapons in my car, just because I drove ten mph over the speed limit. You claim to uphold the fifth amendment, but you get angry when I refuse to answer your questions during a traffic stop. You claim to uphold the sixth amendment, but you have no problem with me waiting month after month for a court date to address something that you arrested me for. You claim to uphold the eighth amendment, but you use a taser on me when I insist on speaking to an attorney before consenting to your searches.
You are upset that some children fear you, but you detain and question my underage child without speaking to me about it.
You publicly ask us to slow our driving during bad weather, but then you write me a citation for driving five mph too slow during a snow storm.
You send a military-like force to kick down a door and invade a home, just to seize some marijuana, and then you call me a “pot-head sympathizer” if I question your tactics.
You claim that it’s okay for you to speed because there is an emergency, but without your emergency lights on, you create as much danger as any other speeder. Also, you say that you are “trained” to safely drive at that speed, yet you don’t think a professional racer’s training excuses him from the speed limit.
Many of your fellow officers are true heroes, actually upholding the constitution and doing a fantastic job. But, not you. You behave in the ways listed above and you still expect me to automatically think you’re a hero, just because you have a badge and a uniform. Well, Officer, badges and uniforms don’t make heroes; character makes heroes.
But, what do I know? I’m just a “cop hater,” right?
Please don't get me wrong. I have great respect for law enforcement in general, but I get tired of being expected to automatically consider them all to be heroes. Most of them are, but some are infringing on our liberty, which is unacceptable to me.