I haven't been around nearly as long as many other cops I know and respect. In fact, my partner in this blog is an old guy (smirk), and could probably do this job blind with a closed-head injury.Despite this, I have learned a few things. Some of these things I have learned from great cops who taught them to me, some of them I figured out on my own. Some of them are vehemently challenged by cops I know. I believe them to be truths.
#1 There are two kinds...
There are essentially two kinds of people that we deal with as police officers: people who screwed up, and criminals.
The vast majority of people that the average officer runs into during their shift is someone just like the officer themselves. Regular, fallible joes that either made a dumb mistake, or let their emotions get the best of them. Sometimes they are regular people that just see things a little different. For example, I had one guy say, "Yeah, I was speeding. I know that I was driving 60 in a 45 zone. So what? Who was I hurting?" Since there was no one else on the road, the answer is "no one". Here's your citation, sign here...press hard, 5 copies.
The remainder of the people we deal with are criminals. These people see things waaaay differently. They really don't care about the people around them. Those "innocent bystanders" are just standing in the way (or off to the side) of what they want. The criminal doesn't care, all they see is the brass ring! They go to jail, get tased, etc., not necessarily in that order.
Trainee: treat the "regular joes" like your brother, sister (unless you grew up in Montana), cousin, mother, etc. Treat the criminals like objects: your broken television, your goat (especially if you're from Montanta), that leaky faucet, whatever. The "regular joes" deserve respect, the criminals deserve "proper handling".
#2 You are a garbage man...
Okay, no disrespect to garbage men. Also, no, I don't know what the "politically correct" term is for garbage man, and I will not call them "garbage persons", so don't ask. Also, councilman, policeman, man-hole cover, Mannheim steamroller, man chowder, "F" off.
The first thing I get when I say this? "Yeah, we take out the friggin trash. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, son." No, no, hell no. Do not call me son again, or you will not wake up the following morning.
Here's the real deal (and, incidentally, the deal that groups like the International Association of Chiefs of Police don't want you to know)... In most states, the citizens have the same powers of arrest as the police do. Rats right raggy. Anyone can arrest Monsieur Douchebag when he breaks the law in front of them. Handcuffs and all. Tacklin's and Tasin's. Have fun!
So, why do they call us? Because the police, like garbage men, have special tools and training specific to their job duties. You could take your own trash to the dump (I do...I'm a cheap bastard!), but it's sort of nice to pay a garbage man to do it. Why? No trunk funk, no time wasted, no gasoline burned (by you), and it's mostly disease free. Plus, you make at least one new friend.
Similarly, the police have shiny cars with cages and flashy lights. The cop comes to your door (30 minutes or less, or the butt-whooping is free), and takes care of your "problem". No fuss, no muss, no lawsuits.
Nice analogy, huh? But why would I tell the trainee this? To drive home an exceptionally important point: We are no better than anyone else. The garbage man (God bless him) gets up at the crack of dawn, and does a job not many people would do, willingly or otherwise. When he goes home, he's just him. He's not anything exceptional. He's just a guy. So are you. Get over the badge, and grow up.
#3 Trains don't stop for flashy lights...
This one is pretty self-explanatory, but I had to throw it in because this concept sometimes escapes even veteran officers! Yeah. Don't drive in front of the train, EVER.
The bigger point is this: sometimes semi-trucks can't stop for flashy lights, drunk people can't figure out what the flashy lights mean, old people can't see the flashy lights through the top of their steering wheel, guys from Montana are citizens of heaven and don't have to recognize your flashy lights, etc. I see cops every day BLAZE through red lights at crazy speeds. Not smart. Someday, someone is gonna get killed. You're going to feel bad, then worse, because you won't have a job, a house (unless you count your cell), and a big guy named "Mr. Zero" will be your new wife.
The world doesn't stop because you're "running code".
#4 No one cares...
Have you been to the doctor lately? Did your doctor say, "Before we begin, I wanted to let you know that I graduated from the Univeristy of Washington Medical School. I interned at the Mayo Clinic, where I worked with Dr. Nogginkraker, the world-famous neurosurgeon. I am certified in liposuction and rhinoplasty, which I consider the most progressive form of recycling. I also hold certifications in G.H.U., A.S.S., B.S.U., and K.I.S.S." If he did, run screaming, then find a new doctor.
The people you come into contact with every day (even other officers) DO NOT CARE if you are a D.R.E., B.T.S., C.V.S., A.T.M. (ass-to-mouth, people), etc. They don't care that you are the "traffic guy" or the "narcotics guy". They are scared shitless, and just want to fucking know what you want. Which brings me to my next point:
#5 ALWAYS tell them why FIRST...
Ho-leee crap! I get mad just thinking about this. Have you ever been pulled over, had the cop morph his way out of his police car, walk up to your window, and say.... "Do you know why I'm stopping you today (cheezy grin)?"
My partner's answer, "Okay. I'll play your silly fucking game... Is it the dead body in my trunk?" My answer, "I sure hope one of us knows why I'm getting pulled over, jackass..."
DO NOT EVER ASK THIS MORONIC FUCKING QUESTION! It makes the officer asking it look like a complete ass, in every sense of the word. You will look like you have no clue what you are doing. You will appear pompous and condescending. Are you trying to get them to admit to something you didn't notice? I have a cure for that...PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS. You are *supposed* to be a trained observer. OBSERVE. Then, SAY WHAT YOU OBSERVED. Sheesh!
#6 You will attract more flies with honey than vinegar. Bullshit works best.
Alright. You're a big, bad cop. I know, I know, the world must bow down at your feet and praise you for the mercy you've shown the "little people". Watch that head. You might not be able to fit it in the door of your patrol car.
If you are nice to people, once they get used to you standing around with a gun and various other implements of death and dee-struction (I love Arlo Guthrie. Sorry.), they will relax. The regular people will accept you, and treat you nice. The criminals will see you as Barney Fife, and try to lie to you, mostly because "cops don't act like that".
Use this to your advantage. Pretend like you are the biggest idiot on the planet. Pick your nose in public if it will help. Whatever. Be nice, and don't appear too aggressive. Don't act like you really know what's going on.
Sooner or later, everyone (even criminals) will open up. They will tell you all manner of crap that they really should NOT. It's almost embarassing, except it's not. You almost want to stop them, but you're all set. You hand them the rope, and they do the hanging!
Arrests, particularly, are SOOOOO much easier when you guys are "good". When you're "tight". When you're "tizite". You get it. The officer just says, "*sigh*, Well, I know it sucks, but you're under arrest. Turn around and put your hands behind your back. Click, click." When they say, "What about my [dog, car, one-legged thai prostitute, strap-on, etc.]?", just say, "I'm just taking you to jail. What do you want me to do with your [leather assless chaps, imaginary friend, complete collection of Mother Jones, etc.]?" When they tell you, if you can, do it. Make them feel like you really went that extra mile, because you did! Most people expect the cops to treat them like crap. You aren't. You still have to do your job, but you're a "nice guy". No shit, most people thank me from their holding cell as I'm leaving the jail.
DISCLAIMER: Officer saftey is the most important thing. No officer should ever truly let their "guard down". Good way to get killed. Keep your "guard" up, just don't be a prick.
#7 DO NOT LIE. EVER.
I have three kids. Ask my kids how I feel about lies. Go ahead, ask them. Here is what they will tell you: "There is no such thing as a white lie." There isn't.
The thing about lying, or any behavior, is that it's comfortable. I mean, yeah, there are exceptions. If you get in the habit of putting sewing needles in your anus, I wouldn't think that would ever get comfortable... I'm digressing.
If you are accustomed to lying, even about small things, you will eventually feel comfortable lying whenever it suits you. Someone texted me today, "You working?" I replied, "To be accurate, I'm currently AT work."
Don't go down that road, even if you feel like a dork.
I'm here to tell you, if you get caught ONE TIME lying in court (or even testifying to things that aren't COMPLETELY accurate), forget it. Find a new job. You have no credibility. Think about that for a few seconds... You really shouldn't have any credibility -- you're a liar!
#8 Reproductive organs are troublesome.
Think with your big head. This is a close second to lying. I struggle, dear GOD do I struggle! We all do. I absolutely, positively say shit I should NOT.
"Girls have a button, and boys have a pole, and wicked touching takes it's toll, and those who disobey will burn the firey VD infested pits of hell!!!" (Superstar...Love that.)
Don't use your reproductive organs on the citizenry. 'Nuff said.
#9 One team.
"We're the Sheboygan Police Department, and we're the best!" "We're the Paduka County Sheriff's Office, we're the highest authority in the county." "Firefighter's just put the wet stuff on the hot stuff." "Those EMS guys are complete assholes..." "If dispatch could air a call correctly, we might actually, I don't know, catch some criminals!?!"
Uh, ex-fucking-scuse me? We are one team. Learn it, know it, LIVE IT. There is no difference between you, a Lafayette Police Officer, and the dispatcher who is giving you the call. Or the firefighter that comes to put the burning vehicle out at your traffic collision. Or the EMT that stops the bleeding on your suicidal guy. You are not a unique snowflake. We are all part of the same festering dung heap. (I like Fight Club, too.)
Point is, these are your teammates, and you WILL NOT talk shit, or you will have MY boot so far up your ass that it will say "Danner", in reverse, on the roof of your mouth.
Interesting story... We had an UBER bad storm a while back. They were predicting tornadoes. I live in a mountainous area, and WE DON'T (used to think CAN'T) get tornadoes here. Chaos. Not only did dispatch not have radios, but they had no phones. There were people in the street, waving their hands as we drove around. I got reports of everything: medicals, crimes, utility problems. Cell phones didn't work, so, many times nothing could be done to help these people. Every officer was using his or her radio car-to-car. To make things worse, the radio repeaters were all down.
Go through something like that -- a day where dispatch just magically isn't there. Work through that. Then come back and tell me that dispatch isn't part of your team. Get in a fight and have an unarmed firefighter help you wrestle a tweaker to the ground, and then come back and tell me Fire isn't part of your team. Have an EMS guy stop the bleeding on your broken nose. He's part of your team.
Well, I know there's more to be said, but it ain't in my head. Send me your suggestions, and I will filter them through this compost heap, leaving only the purest scraps of horse manure to post!






