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Repeat after me, “Police men are our friends.” Yes, you may have to mumble it the first few times, as did I. However, this is the reality check I am trying to give myself. The firefighter has been trying to alter my attitude for quite some time. He is, for whatever reason, appreciative of cops; where as I have typically found them to be nothing more than a useless nuisance on the roads. The firefighter does not much appreciate it when I verbally express such opinions, “Oink” in the general direction of these uniformed individuals, comment on the “sudden smell of bacon,” mentally flip them off, or pause to give them my infamous “evil eye.”

I am trying to change my ways. A few bad seeds in past times had ruined the respect of the whole profession for me. My past views have been steered towards the idea that they are bullies who never grow up, driving around burning an ungodly amount of gas, while finding a way to feed their immaturity, egos, and lustful nature- while claiming it as an occupation and getting paid for it! However, I have recently met some people in the profession that I can not only tolerate, but actually really enjoy and appreciate. Their pleasant attitude and demeanor sparked this consideration for my new attitude. Now, don’t get me wrong, there are still those pricks who will be forever corrupted by the “thin blue line.” But I will no longer stereotype officers of the law until they have proven themselves to deserve so.

“Police men are our friends.”

I figure if Ice-T can rise above his harsh feelings, so can Rorie.

“Police men are our friends.”
“Police men are our friends.”