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More Hugs = Fewer Thugs?
Have you hugged your thug today?
I never really did like social work. Recently, I pondered over an article in my favorite local, left-leaning rag. They quoted a large police agency desperately trying to mitigate the mainstream media and politically correct thug-huggers’ shit storm, having dared to classify their anti-gang efforts as being “a war on gangs.”
The police agency had mercilessly been taken to task for what was clearly a blatant and obviously bigoted faux pas; needing to recant their previous statement and clarify what they really meant. In close cooperation with the mayor, they hemmed and hawed, using all the politically correct language necessary to convince the rabid, anti-police crowd they really did respect each and every gangster as a human being. I could only shake my head in disgust as I pondered modern law enforcement.
Keep Them In Check
Most cops don’t get into law enforcement to become sociologists, psychologists or social workers. Nor do they get into it to see how many “homeboys” they could save, miscreants they could lead to Jesus, or see how many intervention and prevention projects they could manage. Most joined because deep down they’re warriors at heart; and what warriors do best is keep the damned in check — not save the souls of the damned. This statement will surely land me on the ACLU’s hit list and cause them to wonder how a demented, rightwing, reactionary guy like me ever made it into law enforcement.
Eight of my 17 years in this business have been spent working gangs; five of those years were as a gang detective and the other three as a sergeant in the Gang Intelligence Unit. I’ve met, investigated, incarcerated, spoken with and gotten to know more gangsters than most people will see in a lifetime. I’ve worked every type of gang crime an investigator can, and borne witness to nearly every act of human depravity and violence one species can visit on another.
I’ve chased them on foot and in cars, testified against them in court and fought with them on more occasions than I can recall. I’ve stood over the bloody aftermath of their crimes and seen innocent families destroyed by their brutal actions. Call me jaded, but I know what a thin, blue line there truly is between civilized society and the 2-legged animals roaming the street.
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