COPS ARE TOPS
My friend and I have a couple of friends in the police force so when a protest march was organised we decided to attend. "Let's make placards!" I said. "Ah, are you sure?" my friend said uncertainly. "Yeah! Its a protest! We have to make posters!" "Ah, ok, but I'm going to wear dark glasses and a hat." she replied. That evening I came armed with A3 sheets of paper and after a glass of wine we got right into it.
I grabbed a marker and wrote, COPS ARE TOPS - my friends cacked themselves. "That sounds really lame - here let me try." She drew a large thumbs-up and wrote, COPS ARE NO 1. Oh dear. I said. Then she wrote another one saying, HEROES IN BLUES. "Shouldn't that be heroes in blue?" we asked laughing. "Oh no!" she scribbled out the S. I shook my head. This was going to be a long night. She tried to write it again and held it up. She had mixed up the letters in her haste. "I think you just wrote "hores in blue" I said dubiously. My friend is infamous for her spelling but this time she had outdone herself. "Let's leave this poster at home." I suggested.
We were in chronic hysterics and it wasn't long before we had ruined every piece of paper at our disposal. We decided our favourite slogan was CHOPPERS FOR COPPERS but we needed something to put it on. Kate jumped up and ran outside. "Look - we'll use this!" she said and dragged inside a three-metre long piece of packing cardboard. "Oh my goodness its perfect!" I yelled. We put it down on the kitchen floor and Penny scrounged up a paint set that she had never used. Half an hour later we had created our masterpiece. It even had a blue and white chequered border around the outside and in bold black letters in the middle it said...CHOPPER FOR COPPERS. "Isn't it supposed to say choppers?" I asked. Kate shouted in horror. "Oh no! I forgot the s!"
We attended the march and proudly stuck our sign in the railings in front of Parliament House. It attracted a lot of attention and we later spotted a family posing in front to have a photo taken. Our police friends were very impressed and I admit that in spite of it starting out as a bit of fun I sincerely hope they get the things they deserved. It must be difficult to attract new recruits when their wage is less than that of a bus driver. I mean sure, you get a lot of people who will sign up for the uniform, license to drive fast and the bonus of having a gun. But its time the government realises that these people have families to care for, mortgages to pay and have been emotionally rocked by recent brutal attacks on their colleagues that have not attracted a jail sentence for the culprit. The frightening fact is that police might start to lose enthusiasm for their job if they aren't given the resources they need to do it right and that's a good enough reason to get up and say something about it.
Just make sure you spell it right ; )
I grabbed a marker and wrote, COPS ARE TOPS - my friends cacked themselves. "That sounds really lame - here let me try." She drew a large thumbs-up and wrote, COPS ARE NO 1. Oh dear. I said. Then she wrote another one saying, HEROES IN BLUES. "Shouldn't that be heroes in blue?" we asked laughing. "Oh no!" she scribbled out the S. I shook my head. This was going to be a long night. She tried to write it again and held it up. She had mixed up the letters in her haste. "I think you just wrote "hores in blue" I said dubiously. My friend is infamous for her spelling but this time she had outdone herself. "Let's leave this poster at home." I suggested.
We were in chronic hysterics and it wasn't long before we had ruined every piece of paper at our disposal. We decided our favourite slogan was CHOPPERS FOR COPPERS but we needed something to put it on. Kate jumped up and ran outside. "Look - we'll use this!" she said and dragged inside a three-metre long piece of packing cardboard. "Oh my goodness its perfect!" I yelled. We put it down on the kitchen floor and Penny scrounged up a paint set that she had never used. Half an hour later we had created our masterpiece. It even had a blue and white chequered border around the outside and in bold black letters in the middle it said...CHOPPER FOR COPPERS. "Isn't it supposed to say choppers?" I asked. Kate shouted in horror. "Oh no! I forgot the s!"
We attended the march and proudly stuck our sign in the railings in front of Parliament House. It attracted a lot of attention and we later spotted a family posing in front to have a photo taken. Our police friends were very impressed and I admit that in spite of it starting out as a bit of fun I sincerely hope they get the things they deserved. It must be difficult to attract new recruits when their wage is less than that of a bus driver. I mean sure, you get a lot of people who will sign up for the uniform, license to drive fast and the bonus of having a gun. But its time the government realises that these people have families to care for, mortgages to pay and have been emotionally rocked by recent brutal attacks on their colleagues that have not attracted a jail sentence for the culprit. The frightening fact is that police might start to lose enthusiasm for their job if they aren't given the resources they need to do it right and that's a good enough reason to get up and say something about it.
Just make sure you spell it right ; )
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Kalikapsychosis
I have yet to meet a fully satisfied copper. None can answer my question - "Why did you come and why did you stay?" Im just not of a serving mentality - it mystifies me that they would literally put their lives on the line for a public that will mostly villanize them and almost never say thankyou.
Morale is low, new recruits lower, and in the few months Ive been there, 3 have left, and more are talking about leaving.
It really scares me how little enthusiasam for the job a lot of them have, and the rampant stress leave and developments of mental illness. Ive heard a few of them make comments that downright shocked me.
This is one profession we cannot muck around with! Oh, sure, a tired office worker or retail assistant might be a pain in the ass......But they dont (usually) have guns....And certainly arent responsable for gaurding you when you sleep!
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