The lousy copper

Just passing on a quick note from another fed up copper (yes, I’m one too) He sent me this e-mail and asked me to send it out so this is what I’m doing……

Well, Mr Public, it seems you’ve figured me out. I’m standardidized, stereotyped, grouped and always typical. Strange as I can never figure you out.

From birth you teach your children that I’ll do horrible things to them then are shcked when they identify with my enemy…the criminal. You may take an hour for lunch and several tea breaks but point me out as a loafer when you see me having a cup.

You pride yourself on your manners but think nothing of disrupting my meals with your troubles. You raise hell with anyone who cuts you up in traffic but if I catch you doing the same I’m picking on you.

You know all the traffic laws and have never got a single ticket you deserve. You call it part of my job if someone strikes me but call it police brutality if I strike back.

You wouldn’t dream of telling your dentist how to pull a tooth but are always willing to explain the law to me. You yell that somethings got to be done to fight crime but can’t be bothered to get involved.

You have no use for me at all but just remember, one day, your property, family or even your life may just depend on me or one of my friends. Yes Mr Public, it’s me, the lousy copper.

PS…..The officer who wrote this was shot and killed a few weeks later.