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It's not one of those touchy-feely holidays invented by card companies to goad me into buying a present for someone I couldn't care less about, is it?
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augmented( I think on some level, that's a fear that exists in everybody, that if we're tested, we won't make the courageous choice. We won't make the decision that would make us heroic. We make the decision that would reveal us to be all too human. )
It is the Fourth of July. Ergo, I am going to the firing range and enjoying my second amendment rights. Yes, I am very, very angry right now.
( Dariya )
( Geoff )
( Khody )
Good grief, you'd think they were asking people to brand it on their foreheads ...
It's just something that's going on a driver's license. Just the same as your height, your weight, or your eye color. The only difference is the one you're making - and if people treat you differently because of it. Now that - that is a problem that can be addressed, and frankly, won't it be a lot easier to weed out the damned racists if they treat you differently now that they know who you are? Yeah, think on that one.
Beyond that, I don't think you people honestly realize how dangerous it is for the police and other law enforcement officers these days. Flak jackets aren't cutting it, kids. Not when you have someone who can throw fire, or someone who can touch you and turn your skin into stone.
Why do you think I have the job that I have? Why do you think that ARC is one of the largest growing organizations across the country? Because people with powers who break the law, who decided they are above the rules, are hurting innocent people. And a lot of those innocent people are my brothers in blue. Frankly, I don't want to live in a world where my kid isn't safe to walk down the street, and I sure as Hell don't want Avery to be an orphan or Khody to be a 'officer's widow' because I didn't know what I was dealing with.
So here we are.
Another week gone in this investigation, and I will say amongst my friends that I am cautiously hopeful of the outcome. Yes, I know, that's right up there with me saying it's entirely possible that I might not in fact be in a horrible mood for most of my day, or I'll consider drinking coffee. Still, I like it when I have a solid lead - makes me realize that I'm not just running after my own rear.
I love being a cop. There are few feelings in the world like it - being in love still tops it, but sometimes it is a close battle. I like making my streets safer; the streets where my son walks to school, where my friends go out to dinner. I know I'm making a difference and I know it with every bad guy I slap in cuffs and drag off to prison.
We live in a crazy world, a world that is dividing itself into teams of good and evil like when we used to play dodge-ball years ago, on the playground. To be able to change something, to be able to make a stand - even if it's only for a day, or an hour, against the tide of darkness ... well. Well. It's not bad, for a choice of life's work.
With that said, I'm knocking off early today. Anyone wants me, I'll have my cellphone while I'm enjoying a cup of joe with one of my best friends. I've got an evening free, and yes, I plan on enjoying it.
We now return you to our regularly scheduled week of crimes, bad coffee, late nights, fighting with my teenage son (yes that's normal now) about his future, yelling at Bryant and Silver, commending them to the Lieutenant at the same time, and oh yes.
Finding a date to Silver's party.
If you hear a loud thumping noise across Chicago today, ignore it. That's just my head hitting my desk. Repeatedly.
Let me simply say, in my own corner, that there is no greater sadistic pleasure then using a bullhorn around a bunch of hung-over officers of the law and security volunteers.
Not a one.