The cops spend their time gambling – while those that they are supposed to protect get robbed, raped, and murdered.
First off, let me tell you that I no longer have any respect for the men and women in blue. My aversion to these pathetic individuals did not come about overnight, or because of one or two inconsequential incidents.
Having spent the better part of my life in the military, I have developed a keen sense of spotting ill-disciplined soldiers, or any other security personnel in uniform, for that matter. Invariably, poor discipline is due to the lack of control by those in authority at all levels of command.
Look at the condition of any police vehicle; the dress and comportment of any police official; the general appearance (inside and out) of all police stations; the apathy of most officers. You will soon come to the same conclusion – bad management, incompetence, lack of training, unprofessional conduct: and a waste of the taxpayers’ money.
If I was a criminal who needed a handgun, I would simply whack one of the fat “ladies” in uniform – who spend most of their time waddling along the streets while eating or talking on their cell phones. It would be easy to take the weapons from their holsters.
Or maybe just rent the personal-issue fire arm, from a crooked cop, for the day.
The police are still the biggest supplier of weapons to criminals in this country – losing more than 9 weapons every DAY! I’m not talking about pissy little popguns – these weapons include assault rifles and shotguns. Each one has the potential to put the end to an innocent human life.
How many top cops have now fallen from grace in this country? I’ve lost count. How many bottom feeders have been promoted way above their levels of competence? Count has lost me.
Not a single day goes by without the media reporting on yet another SAPS scandal, probe, or story about our corrupt cops.
This morning, while waiting at a garage to have tires fitted to my car, a police van pulled up at the Tattersalls nearby. The vehicle, BSP693B, belongs to the Silverton SAPS. Out popped a cop in full uniform – and as cool as you please – entered the gambling den to place his bets. Watching his swagger – and the audacity of his actions – it was clear that he was a regular visitor to this establishment.
While this sorry individual was gambling, someone, somewhere, was falling victim to a terrible crime – while he was using the vehicle that I helped to pay for with my tax money. His salary, pension, uniform, medical expenses; all paid for by the public. Damn him! The bloody criminal! Hang him till he dies from it! Or worse!
Sorry, I lost it there for a moment.
I have published a photo of the police van outside the Tattersalls and have sent e-mail to various SAPS department – including the Silverton cop shop and Crime Stop. Although I do not really believe anything will come from my effort to be a good citizen – blowing the whistle on this pathetic specimen – I shall write a follow-up on this story, should anything happen.
If you don’t hear from me again; the Scorpions, or Hawks, or Pigs, will probably have bumped me off. In that case, goodbye, and thanks for all the fish.
In the meantime: trust the blind car guard at your local shopping mall more than any member of the Force.