Dang cops! Problem in cases like that, is there is usually very little to go on without an eyewitness. And when they do get caught, in the case of Dallas County, they will just slap em on the hand with probation and more probation and more probation trying to "rehabilitate" the offenders.

and remember this.........."When seconds count, we are only minutes away" !

Seriously, im sorry to hear about your bad luck Max. That sux and it's so violating and simply frustrating.

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Don't forget, I have a cop in the family.

After the house break in, the stolen car and being hit by a few uninsured illegals, it's easy to see that most departments are more concerned with speeders than theft and such against citizens. Nothing against nabbing speeders, but when you can furnish the serial numbers and full descriptions of stolen articles, you would think that they would at least have a few people to canvas pawn shops, etc to check for stolen merchandise. Too bad more of our tax money does not go toward getting petty criminals off the streets. We need a little "Sheriff Joe" justice around here. This would be good weather for a few of the dirt bags to sleep in a tent.

 

How 'bout some more Judge Dredd justice?

 

You said it Hershey (Or would you rather be Fergie?)! He is the law!

 

Thats cause they get all their money from catching us speeders. I completely agree, seems like they should be more concerned with roberies and keeping the druggies off the streets instead of just worrying about somebody goin ten over the speedlimit. Instead of having 5 cops setting up a speed trap, they should be out worried about other stuff. Plus, I almost got hit by an idiot cop the other day cause he was trying to catch up to somebody he clocked. I was driving in the fast lane on 30, and he flew up next to me in the shoulder next to the concrete median and almost took my mirror off just to pull somebody over.

 

Dang cops...

 

Now that hit the nail on the head!!!!



Regarding the "dang cops".............Everybody has a "bad cop" story. I have many myself. And everybody knows how to do the job better than they do thanks to TV shows, COPS, etc. If anybody wants to come and make a difference and show us all how it's done or should be done......remember Dallas PD is hiring, hiring, hiring.

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You're Not A Cop Until You Taste Them

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The department was all astir, there was a lot of laughing and joking due to all the new officers, myself included, hitting the streets today for the first time. After months of seemingly endless amounts of classes, paperwork, and lectures we were finally done with the Police Academy and ready to join the ranks of our department.

All you could see were rows of cadets with huge smiles and polished badges. As we sat in the briefing room, we could barely sit still anxiously awaiting our turn to be introduced and given our beat assignment or, for the lay person, our own portion of the city to "serve and protect."

It was then that he walked in. A statue of a man - 6 foot 3 and 230 pounds of solid muscle, he had black hair with highlights of gray and steely eyes that make you feel nervous even when he wasn't looking at you. He had a
reputation for being the biggest and the smartest officer to ever work our fair city. He had been on the department for longer than anyone could remember and those years of service had made him into somewhat of a legend.

The new guys, or "rookies" as he called us, both respected and feared him. When he spoke even, the most seasoned officers paid attention. It was almost a priviledge when one the rookies got to be around when he would tell one of his police stories about the old days. But we knew our place and never interrupted for fear of being shooed away. He was respected and revered by all who knew him.

After my first year on the department I still had never heard or saw him speak to any of the rookies for any length of time. When he did speak to them all he would say was, "So, you want to be a policeman do you hero?"
I'll tell you what, when you can tell me what they taste like,
then you can call yourself a real policeman."

This particular phrase I had heard dozens of times. Me and my buddies all had bets about "what they taste like" actually referred to. Some believed it referred to the taste of your own blood after a hard fight. Others thought it referred to the taste of sweat after a long day's work. Being on the
department for a year, I thought I knew just about everyone and everything.

So one afternoon, I mustered up the courage and walked up to him. When he looked down at me, I said "You know, I think I've paid my dues. I've been in plenty of fights, made dozens of arrests, and sweated my butt off just like everyone else. So what does that little saying of yours mean anyway?" With that, he merely stated, "Well, seeing as how you've said and done it all, you tell me what it means, hero." When I had no answer, he shook his head and snickered, "rookies," and walked away.

The next evening was to be the worst one to date. The night started out slow, but as the evening wore on, the calls became more frequent and dangerous. I made several small arrests and then had a real knock down drag out fight. However, I was able to make the arrest without hurting the suspect or myself. After that, I was looking forward to just letting the shift wind down and getting home to my wife and daughter.

I had just glanced at my watch and it was 11:55, five more minutes and I would be on my way to the house. I don't know if it was fatigue or just my imagination, but as I drove down one of the streets on my beat, I thought I saw my daughter standing on someone else's porch. I looked again but it was not my daughter as I had first thought but merely a small child about her age. She was probably only six or seven years old and dressed in an oversized shirt that hung to her feet. She was clutching an old rag doll in her arms that looked older than me.

I immediately stopped my patrol car to see what she was doing outside her house at such an hour by herself. When I approached, there seemed to be a sigh of relief on her face. I had to laugh to myself, thinking she sees the hero policeman come to save the day. I knelt at her side and asked what she was doing outside.

She said "My mommy and daddy just had a really big fight and now mommy won't wake up." My mind was reeling. Now what do I do? I instantly called for backup and ran to the nearest window. As I looked inside I saw a man standing over a lady with his hands covered in blood, her blood. I kicked
open the door, pushed the man aside and checked for a pulse, but unable to find one. I immediately cuffed the man and began doing CPR on the lady.

It was then I heard a small voice from behind me, "Mr. Policeman, please make my mommy wake up." I continued to perform CPR until my backup and medics arrived but they said it was too late. She was dead.
I then looked at the man. He said, "I don't know what happened. She was yelling at me to stop drinking and go get a job and I had just had enough. I just shoved her so she would leave me alone and she fell and hit her head."
As I walked the man out to the car in handcuffs, I again saw that little girl. In the five minutes that has passed, I went from hero to monster. Not only was I unable to wake up her mommy, but now I was taking daddy away too.

Before I left the scene, I thought I would talk to the little girl. To say what, I don't know. Maybe just to tell her I was sorry about her mommy and daddy. But as I approached, she turned away and I knew it was useless and I would probably make it worse.

As I sat in the locker room at the station, I kept replaying the whole thing in my mind. Maybe if I would have been faster or done something different, just maybe that little girl would still have her mother. And even though it may sound selfish, I would still be the hero.

It was then that I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I heard that all too familiar question again, "Well, hero, what do they taste like?"

But before I could get mad or shout some sarcastic remark, I realized that all the pent up emotions had flooded the surface and there was a steady stream of tears cascading down my face. It was at that moment that I realized what the answer to his question was.

Tears.

With that, he began to walk away, but he stopped. "You know, there was
nothing you could have done differently," he said. "Sometimes you can do
everything right and still the outcome is the same. You may not be the
hero you once thought you were, but now you ARE a police officer."

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That will never happen. It's just like a large corporation that has had the same management for years. No matter who tries, nothing will change. They have their own people they listen to and they are deaf to new ideas.

By the way, congrats on the crime rate reduction.

 

Easy on the cop bashing, or everybody gets a ticket!!!

Is there a January GTG? I may have missed it if it has already been discussed. I'm too lazy to read the previous pages.

You know how us lazy, doughnut eating cops are.

 

She looks good!! Bout time brother!!!

 

Howdy stranger. I don't know of anything going on this month. There probably won't be much until it warms up a little.

 

Speaking of police..........I lost a friend and fellow academy classmate (class 228) today. (18 years now ....1-7-91) "Normie" as I called him....(he called me "Bobbie")...was one of a kind. What a tremendous loss for our department and his family. The good Lord broke the mold when he made Norm.


http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcont...6022c.html?npc

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Norm is in a much better place now. Sadly, the rest of us have to go on without him. A mountain of a man he was........his shoes will be impossible to fill.



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The Final Inspection


Author: Author Unknown


The policeman stood and faced his God,
which must always come to pass.
He hopes 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 who carry badges
can't always be a saint.

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

But I never took a penny
that wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked alot 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 there 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 understand."

There was silence all around the throne
where the saints had often trod,
as the policeman waited quietly
for he judgement 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."

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I heard last night that he had lost the fight. My heart goes out to his family and friends. From all I have read and heard, he must have been a hellofa guy.

I hope the perps have a long miserable life with a perverted cell mate.