There was a time in my career that a police officer on patrol after midnight may not hear a sound out of the Radio for long boring hours. Nothing was said by anyone. There was the occasional test of the mike when an officer would reach over and depress the button on the mike just to assure himself that the radio was still working. Some other officer would give you two clicks back. Sometimes the radio operator would be awakened by this noise and blurt out 10-4 KOK544. Then dead silence while the whole shift broke out in laughter in the patrol cars. We were in two man cars on the graveyard shift in those days. I said two MAN cars because that’s how it was. The ladies mostly were dispatchers and secretaries. The nights gave us much to ponder.
We thought about the various threats that might confront us. The LT. coming out of the station to recover a stolen car that may have been dropped in your district. One that some citizen had noticed and called in the plate. The silver Fox as he was known, loved to jack you up about, you not finding the car. He pretended he had just come out, and boom finds a stolen car. Later one of the guys found a tape of the William Tell Overture and when the Fox came out they played it over the radio it let everyone know.
He was being mocked. A multi-year cat and mouse game in sued to discover who the culprits were. Just when they had it pined to one shift the thing popped up on another. They appealed for us to stop it saying the FCC was after us and other attempts to ferret out the miscreants but nothing worked.
The silver Fox was on his own the chief thought it was funny. I had let him in on the game the Fox was playing.
Now day’s Street cops are too busy all day and all night to have the time to play these games. The worries are different now. They worry about the left ginning up violence. We had that problem also, but not to the extent it goes on now.
In addition they have to worry about saying the wrong thing, global warming causing the oceans to rise, girls trying to be boys and boys trying to be girls, to many tattoos to put in that little box on the booking form.
Politicians exempt from the laws they make. Judges and the politicians acting as the leaders of lynch mobs, trying to lynch officers, just trying to live to see their kids another day.
One of these days the BS will stop when either the cops walk off the job or the order is given to crack heads till order is restored.
In this day with Legions of little black hooded White Anarchist in open rebellion against the nation, destroying property, setting fires and looting. The end can’t be far off.
A bloody reset is coming
S Henry Knocker theknockerblog.com
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