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Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 14, 2007 22:54:21 GMT -5
"You're confusing us with heroes who are Lawful-Stupid." -- 'Aragorn', DM of the Rings.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 15, 2007 16:11:37 GMT -5
"It's awkward having a policeman around the house. Friends drop in, a man with a badge answers the door, the temperature drops 20 degrees.
You throw a party and that badge gets in the way. All of a sudden there isn't a straight man in the crowd. Everybody's a comedian. "Don't drink too much," somebody says, "or the man with a badge'll run you in." Or "How's it going, Dick Tracy? How many jaywalkers did you pinch today?" And then there's always the one who wants to know how many apples you stole.
All at once you lost your first name. You're a cop, a flatfoot, a bull, a dick, John Law. You're the fuzz, the heat; you're poison, you're trouble, you're bad news. They call you everything, but never a policeman.
It's not much of a life, unless you don't mind missing a Dodger game because the hotshot phone rings. Unless you like working Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays, at a job that doesn't pay overtime. Oh, the pay's adequate-- if you count pennies you can put your kid through college, but you better plan on seeing Europe on your television set.
And then there's your first night on the beat. When you try to arrest a drunken prostitute in a Main St. bar and she rips your new uniform to shreds. You'll buy another one-- out of your own pocket.
And you're going to rub elbows with the elite-- pimps, addicts, thieves, bums, winos, girls who can't keep an address and men who don't care. Liars, cheats, con men-- the class of Skid Row.
And the heartbreak-- underfed kids, beaten kids, molested kids, lost kids, crying kids, homeless kids, hit-and-run kids, broken-arm kids, broken-leg kids, broken-head kids, sick kids, dying kids, dead kids. The old people nobody wants-- the reliefers, the pensioners, the ones who walk the street cold, and those who tried to keep warm and died in a $3 room with an unventilated gas heater. You'll walk your beat and try to pick up the pieces.
Do you have real adventure in your soul? You better have, because you're gonna do time in a prowl car. Oh, it's going to be a thrill a minute when you get an unknown-trouble call and hit a backyard at two in the morning, never knowing who you'll meet-- a kid with a knife, a pill-head with a gun, or two ex-cons with nothing to lose.
And you're going to have plenty of time to think. You'll draw duty in a lonely car, with nobody to talk to but your radio.
Four years in uniform and you'll have the ability, the experience and maybe the desire to be a detective. If you like to fly by the seat of your pants, this is where you belong. For every crime that's committed, you've got three million suspects to choose from. And most of the time, you'll have few facts and a lot of hunches. You'll run down leads that dead-end on you. You'll work all-night stakeouts that could last a week. You'll do leg work until you're sure you've talked to everybody in the state of California.
People who saw it happen - but really didn't. People who insist they did it - but really didn't. People who don't remember - those who try to forget. Those who tell the truth - those who lie. You'll run the files until your eyes ache.
And paperwork? Oh, you'll fill out a report when you're right, you'll fill out a report when you're wrong, you'll fill one out when you're not sure, you'll fill one out listing your leads, you'll fill one out when you have no leads, you'll fill out a report on the reports you've made! You'll write enough words in your lifetime to stock a library. You'll learn to live with doubt, anxiety, frustration. Court decisions that tend to hinder rather than help you. Dorado, Morse, Escobedo, Cahan. You'll learn to live with the District Attorney, testifying in court, defense attorneys, prosecuting attorneys, judges, juries, witnesses. And sometimes you're not going to be happy with the outcome.
But there's also this: there are over 5,000 men in this city, who know that being a policeman is an endless, glamourless, thankless job that's gotta be done.
I know it, too, and I'm damn glad to be one of them."
-- Det. Sgt. Joe Friday, "Dragnet", 'The Interrogation'.
...A little something for me to remember...
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 20, 2007 11:45:10 GMT -5
"For the last time, I don't have anger issues. I just prefer to solve my problems with violence."
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 20, 2007 18:46:54 GMT -5
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 22, 2007 17:18:12 GMT -5
Magni-scope for Scorpios; Oct. 22 2007: "Your tolerance level for stupidity has been reached. It's only Monday. Take a day off or the week will be filled with a sword-armed rampage."
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 24, 2007 21:11:49 GMT -5
Magnus' Laws of Law Enforcement:
"If you run, you'll only go to jail tired."
"Cops REALLY hate it when you waste their time."
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 24, 2007 22:17:11 GMT -5
"Take your hands off the car, and I'll make your birth certificate a worthless document."
"Remember, when you gotta cuff 'em.... nobody is your friend."
"Can you run faster than 1,200 feet per second?" (if you aren't a shooter, that is the average speed of a 9mm projectile (slug)).
"So, you don't know how fast you were going. I guess that means I can write anything I want on the ticket, huh?"
"You can't outrun a radio."
"Yes sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don't think it will help. Oh, did I mention that I am the shift supervisor?"
"Warning! You want a warning? O.K., I'm warning you not to do that again or I'll give you another ticket."
"The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or dog?"
"Some people are meant to be cops, and some people are meant to call the cops."
"God made tomorrow for the crooks we don't catch today."
"Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven."
"Life's tough, it's tougher if you're stupid."
"Bulletproof vests aren't."
"Law abiding citizens sleep peacefully in their beds, solely because dedicated men and women stand ready to do violence in their behalf."
"In God we trust, all others we run through NCIC."
"No sir, we don't have quotas anymore. We used to have quotas, but now we're allowed to write as many tickets as we want."
"Law enforcement is not a spectator sport."
"I know, I know, your kid is an honor student at the juvenile detention center."
"I'm glad to hear the chief of police is a good, personal friend of yours. At least you know someone who can post your bail."
"We don't hire cops in this department, we hire common sense and make cops from it."
"I don't believe they should use the electric chair, they need to use electric bleachers."
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 24, 2007 22:38:50 GMT -5
Magnus' Laws of Law Enforcement:
"If you're not being called an S.O.B., you're not doing your job."
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 26, 2007 13:49:39 GMT -5
Magnus' Laws of Law Enforcement
"Routine calls aren't."
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 26, 2007 18:04:45 GMT -5
Magnus' Laws of Law Enforcement
"When it comes to 'I'll be back', Governor Schwartzaneger has nothing on police officers who have to return to addresses of repeat offenders."
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 29, 2007 6:44:32 GMT -5
"Uh... Arizona for life, Gretchen." - My husband while Gretchen Wilson's 'California Girls' was on CMT.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Nov 4, 2007 5:21:53 GMT -5
"Life is like every day, Walking in on act three of a four act play." -- Anon.
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Nov 4, 2007 23:02:51 GMT -5
"Shooting people solves everything."
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Nov 10, 2007 21:25:45 GMT -5
"Adding a new PC to the party means inviting an unknown and dangerous-looking stranger to join your group of otherwise paranoid and greedy adventurers. There's pretty much no way to roleplay it so that it doesn't sound stupid. Imagine if someone did this to you in real life: You're walking down the street and bump into a three random guys who invite you to to join in on assault and robbery; offering you a one-quarter stake in everything and a very real chance at severe bodily harm, without bothering to ask for your name or qualifications.
It's ridiculous. That sort of thing never happens unless you're in Detroit. " -- 'Chuck Says', from "Chainmail Bikini".
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Post by J. T./Jessica on Nov 14, 2007 14:30:45 GMT -5
Honestly heard a few minutes ago;
"Something in here smells like Satan's underpants" said by the idiot I married while he was searching through the fridge.
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