Tantriqu
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I love 'em [literally]. As has been said, yep, they're human, and to paraphrase Raymond Chandler, they go down mean streets so we don't have to. "Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The detective must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor . . . with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham, and a contempt for pettiness." They see a lot of inhuman things that makes most of 'em more humane. Their job is stressful, dirty and dangerous. With Reagan closing mental hospitals, there are more crazies on the street, and the bad guys are heavily armed. And the next time you have to deal with police, remember: everyone pisses on them, literally and figuratively, their entire work day and off-duty, too, so try to empathise that their last call before yours was a dead baby or raped grandfather before you call the cops to get your neighbour to mow his lawn. Boo hoo, your boss yelled at you at your work today. Did someone with AIDS spit blood in your mouth? Did someone tweaked on crystal meth shoot at you? Did you get between a husband and wife armed with baseball bats? Didn't think so. That's what they deal with EVERY SINGLE DAY. So, tell them the whole truth and nothing but, and they'll be straight with you. But lie to 'em, even a small detail, and you're on your own, 'cos you've just joined the vast majority of the people they've already had to deal with today. Cops: good people, thoughtful lovers, GREAT subs. So when someone says, 'Cops: fuck 'em!' I think, 'Oooooh, yes, please!'
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