"Aw, don't go, Officer Angel. Gosh, we all really love you in your tailored uniform shirts and shiny Sam Browne equipment belt. And we know that you have a license to kill especially if there are no witnesses.
And you're quite accustomed to interpreting fear and intimidation of the public as respect and envy. And, the very idea that a small business owner would brazenly admit that he doesn't love cops must have been terribly upsetting to you, a real, live humie bean.
He should secretly loathe and despise you the way the good people behind the Iron Curtain did the Stasi and The KGB.
I know I do.
If you need a quick BJ to salve your wounded ego please see the groupie in the video. Just don't kiss her."
Kind of like the Bull Dykes who work in the mechanical trades in the Navy eh?
I've noticed it here as well - a very large percentage of the women who work for the local PD are Dykes. They hate men to begin with and to expect fair treatment from them is an insane joke. Although, to be fair, most of the killings by the Portland PD have been committed by men. Women prefer to torture you a while before you die.
That slapjack was an effective tool, though. In fact a local cop I know "won't leave the station without it"!
He's famous for his lightning fast roundhouse slap, producing the weapon from his slapjack uniform pocket. And, drunks and others who toy with the idea of resisting arrest, particularly those who size the officer up and decide to make a macho stand on the side of the road end up seeing stars, handcuffed and riding in the back of an ambulance.
Yep, ol' Sgt Johnson actually enjoys it. And, he's not afraid of anyone. Even those "other people" who are reputedly thick skulled find their tiny brains bouncing around "like a BB in a boxcar" after Steve thumps their melons with lead, lovingly wrapped in smooth leather.
His slapjack is held together with duct tape. In 25 years Sgt Steve has literally beaten the thing to pieces on the heads of those who needed to get right with the law and The Lord.