I WOULD BE ONE LOUSY COP
|This cranky re-run is from March 2013|
I was watching the TV show “Cops” the other day and it became crystal clear to me that I would be a lousy cop.
I do not like or know how to shoot a gun, so that would be bad. I am a confirmed chicken and do not like confrontation, so that would be bad. I am not that fast a runner, so if there was a chase that would be bad. I cannot wear a suit without getting it wrinkled or stained, my shoes never looked polished never mind spit shined, so that would be bad. All these factors would make me a lousy cop, but the number one reason that was driven home to me while watching the show was I believe every perpetrator’s excuse.
In this particular episode, cops arrived at the scene of a shooting. The alleged perpetrator was found with a pistol in his hand. The pistol was smoking. A man who was hit by a grazing shot to the leg was screaming and pointing at the perp, “That’s the guy! He shot me. Arrest him!”
The cops grab the man and disarm him. They put him in cuffs, pat him down and find a bag of cocaine.
“Man I ain’t never seen that before. I don’t know nuthin. I was walking down the street, I hear a gun shot and then this dude bumps into me and runs away. Next thing I know he put this gun in my hand, and he must have dropped that bag of coke in my pocket.”
The victim steps in.
“Officer this guy was trying to take my watch, I resisted and he pulled a gun. It went off and grazed my leg here.”
“Naw man, you crazy it was the guy…the guy what bumped into me. He went that way, ran like a mother-whater!”
As the cops were throwing him into their patrol car and doing that Miranda thing I’m thinking,
It’s probably a good thing I’m not a cop.