You know him as the guy that's picking on you by pulling you over...
I know him as the guy that leaves dishes in the sink...
You know him as a total buzzkill...
I know him as the guy that mixed me my first drink....
You know him as "The Man"...
I know him as the man who still laughs at fart jokes...
You think that he's a total ass...
Well so do I sometimes...
To you he may be an obnoxious man who likes to write tickets.
But he's my cop, and I love him. And I'm not sure what I would do without him.
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Saturday, July 26, 2008
Perception
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This is a very sweet post! Not sure if you read my July 4 post where I briefly mention my relationship with cops, but you can read it here.
It's not a short post, but it's not like you're doing anything today, right?
NGIP - You're right. Absolutely nothing lol. Going to read it now...
Hi MJ,
I constantly wonder about how our culture has come to distrust our police. Personally, I would like to see them around more often, as such presence would save me a lot of trouble keeping trespassers off my farm. Not that I mind doing it myself, but one of these days I'll have to shoot someone who's too drunk or high to understand what a shotgun is, and then there'll be lawyers and such involved, and the chore will loose all its appeal.
Of course, this view could have something to do with getting older, as I generally don't break the law just for fun anymore :) The only time an officer has had to pull me over in the last 10 years was, while he was stuck in traffic behind my truck, he noticed that my license plate sticker was not up to date. This was fine by me, since I clearly remembered putting the sticker on, and it was fine by hims as, while we were waiting for traffic to inch forward enough for us to pull into a parking lot, he looked it up on the computer, and was quite sympathetic over how bad the area was when so many people were willing to risk jail time to steal a $50 sticker. He brought that up, by the way. My feeling was that I didn't manage to catch the thief and kick his/her ass.
Beyond that, I have a good relationship with the fine officers assigned to patrol our area. When time permits, they fish in my lake and, once or twice, have had parties down there. When they remember to warn me, I cook them some BBQ, as in slow cooked pork, not hot dogs thrown on the grill for a few minutes. Also, and don't spread this around or they'll get in trouble, when someone gets stuck out here, instead of calling the officially approved tow-truck service, that charges double price due to their Government connections, they come by and ask me to pull the unfortunate motorist out with my tractor. I love doing that.
All of which boils down to saying that, if my local cops need someone at their back, I'm there with no questions asked.
Mister Manly
MM - : ) If I didn't love the cop so much, I would ask you to marry me. You're awfully kind. Plus I love to fish, and I think tractors are sexy.
Thanks for being an ally. Being friendly with officers (not necessarily in the bribery sense), I think is very good for karma.
Amen, sister.
Aubrey - :D
Hi MJ,
I even have a farmer's tan :)
On a serious note, when I worked for the county, I wrote a good deal of software for the police department. While some try, one who's good at it knows that investigating how things really work is critical to the success of any computer program. In my pursuit of that, I must say that the lack of support for our police that I found made me sick to my stomach.
For instance, while I was evaluation our (the county government's software) dealing with warrants, it came to my attention that there were two separate systems. One kept track of minor infractions; the other kept track of more serious crimes. I have to admit that this dichotomy didn't strike me as very important until I talked to an officer who had been shot in the chest with a shot gun while trying to serve a domestic dispute warrant on an individual who also had an out standing warrant for murder. Thus, when the officer knocked on the door to advise the man that the judge really and truly wanted him to pay child support...
Fortunately, he lived, although he spent six months in the hospital. After hearing this, and looking up the records to make sure, I pointed out to my bosses that we needed to make fixing this problem a priority. They said that the property tax estimation software was more important. I quit.
Now that I think back on the situation, there's probably a country-western song in there.
Oh, and as to the marriage thing, cool, but I'm taken, although stray thoughts are always appreciated :) As to fishing, it's a bitch that I have my own lake (with brim, bass, and cat fish,) but am really addicted to trout fishing. Life's funny that way.
Mister Manly
MM - Yes. Even the government, who hires the police, are pretty nonsupporting - but that's n entirely different rant...
You have a very lucky lady! ;)
PS. Mmmmmm catfish...
Hi MJ,
As to catfish, an elderly black gentleman took a ten pounder out of my small lake last year. He, I would point out, was manly enough to come by the house and offer to give it to me, which I of course refused, but the properties have to be followed. The look on his face when proudly displaying his catch, if only I could have gotten a picture, would have made you cry.
It was, I must say, a mighty nice fish. We do, however, have bass that are twice that size, or larger, but they can't be caught without the use of explosives :)
Sometimes it's good to have a farm.
Mister Manly
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