I say cop out, because this post isn’t exactly full of new material. There is a madness to my method. Wait, method to my madness? Fuck it, keep reading…
It’s time to climb on in the way back machine, kids. Way back to April 2008 when I started this little virtual adventure. It’s come to my attention the ‘ol blog has been getting a bit more traffic of late. Now, I know when I stumble across a blog I’ve not seen before and I like it, I try and go back to the beginning and read from inception to now. Some of you have been doing this a whole hell of a lot longer than me and, to be frank, I don’t have the time to read all your stuff. I assume you all have better shit to do as well.
Along that vein, however, I thought I’d link you back to my first couple of posts. The original and a couple follow ups (here and here) kind of sum up who I am, why I started the blog, and why I dig my job so much. Your homework assignment for those who haven’t read them before: Go back and take a look at where it all started. Having looked at Ofr. “Smith”‘s recent issues with a suspect (not in the usual cop-sense of the word, mind you) commentator and in conjunction with being linked to two separate defense lawyer blogs, I’ve come to the conclusion that a reminder is in order.
Let’s all take a deep breath and realize a couple things. First, there’s a lot of humour (suck it, Stud) in what I write. My tongue is firmly planted in my cheek a significant portion of the time. Your interpretation of when that is or is not the case may or may not coincide with mine. Know what? Too fuckin’ bad, chief.
Second, the majority of my job is straight fucking boring. Ask any cop. You know the show COPS? They ride with those departments for like two damn weeks to scrap together five minutes of bullshit. It’s true. Most of the people I deal with are nice, average, well-mannered, well-intentioned folks. But let’s face it. Who wants to read about that boring shit? If COPS were a half hour show about that kind of contact that show never would have been green lit and we’d all be watching “DEFENSE” a mind-blowing, raucous half hour of defense attorneys and the down trodden suspects framed by the Po-Po (a-go-go…huh, HM, huh? Yeah!). This is why I write about the select contacts that are more entertaining and memorable to me. My frustrations entertain the shit out of me and they are shared by the majority of other Officers.
My overall point? Lighten the fuck up and learn to laugh at yourself…and others. Others more, though, cause it’s way more fucking fun!