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Nice guys are all well and good, but there is something in the female brain that will always makes us swoon for a wanker. They have that bad-boy swagger about them.

-The nature of cruelty

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I don't know the original wording, nor the source but I'll phrase it like this:

There was a bird, that flew south and found itself in a cold land, it hit the ground, was quickly snowed over and froze. at some point, along came an animal that took a shit on the bird, melting the snow, still buried the bird began to chirp and attracted another animal, which dragged him out of the shit, and promptly ate him. The moral of the story? The person who takes a shit on you, is not always your enemy and the person who drags you out of the shit is not always your friend.

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"The '60s were a leap in human consciousness. Mahatma Gandhi, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, Che Guevara, Mother Teresa, they led a revolution of conscience. The Beatles, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix created revolution and evolution themes. The music was like Dali, with many colors and revolutionary ways. The youth of today must go there to find themselves."

— Carlos Santana

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There was a lust between us

Living full fast freed, bold.

There is a death inside me

Denying light left locked, cold.

There will be pain ending you,

Pouring bleak blood bladed, nulled.

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Bullied broke, the interrupted joke

Usurped young, horribly stung

Levied long, a violent song

Listed lost, a terrible cost

Sullied sad, living in dread

Hustled hard, decidedly scarred

Idled ill, remarkably still

Tested tough, undeniably rough

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Well Mr. Citizen, I guess you have figured me out. I seem to fit neatly into the category you place me in. I'm stereotyped, characterized, standardized, classified, grouped, and always typical. I'm the "lousy" cop.

Unfortunately, the reverse isn't true. I can never figure you out.

From birth you teach your children that I am a person to be wary of...and then you're shocked when they identify me with my traditional enemy, the criminal.

You accuse me of coddling juvenile criminals, until I catch your kid doing something.

You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee breaks each day, but point me out as a loafer if you see me having just one cup.

You pride yourself on your polished manners, but think nothing of interrupting my meals with your troubles.

You raise hell about the guy who cuts you off in traffic, but let me catch you doing the same thing and I'm picking on you.

You know all the traffic laws, but never got one ticket you deserved.

You shout "Foul!" if you observe me driving fast enroute to an emergency call, but literally raise hell if I take more than ten seconds responding to your call.

You call it "part of my job" if someone strikes me. But its "police brutality" if I strike back.

You wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a badly decayed tooth, or your doctor how to take out your appendix, but you are always willing to give me pointers on law enforcement.

You talk to me in a manner and use language that would assure a bloody nose from anyone else, but you expect me to stand there and take it without batting an eye.

You cry, "Something has to be done about all the crime!" but you can't be bothered with getting involved.

You've got no use for me at all, but, of course, it's OK if I change a tire for your wife, deliver your baby in the back seat of my patrol car on the way to the hospital, save your son's life with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, or work many hours overtime to find your lost daughter.

So, Dear Citizen, you stand there on your soapbox and rant and rave about the way I do my job, calling me every name in the book, but never stop a minute to think that your property, your family, or maybe your life might depend on one thing - me, or one of my buddies.

Yes, me, the lousy cop.

- Author unknown

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Well Mr. Citizen, I guess you have figured me out. I seem to fit neatly into the category you place me in. I'm stereotyped, characterized, standardized, classified, grouped, and always typical. I'm the "lousy" cop.

Unfortunately, the reverse isn't true. I can never figure you out.

From birth you teach your children that I am a person to be wary of...and then you're shocked when they identify me with my traditional enemy, the criminal.

You accuse me of coddling juvenile criminals, until I catch your kid doing something.

You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee breaks each day, but point me out as a loafer if you see me having just one cup.

You pride yourself on your polished manners, but think nothing of interrupting my meals with your troubles.

You raise hell about the guy who cuts you off in traffic, but let me catch you doing the same thing and I'm picking on you.

You know all the traffic laws, but never got one ticket you deserved.

You shout "Foul!" if you observe me driving fast enroute to an emergency call, but literally raise hell if I take more than ten seconds responding to your call.

You call it "part of my job" if someone strikes me. But its "police brutality" if I strike back.

You wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a badly decayed tooth, or your doctor how to take out your appendix, but you are always willing to give me pointers on law enforcement.

You talk to me in a manner and use language that would assure a bloody nose from anyone else, but you expect me to stand there and take it without batting an eye.

You cry, "Something has to be done about all the crime!" but you can't be bothered with getting involved.

You've got no use for me at all, but, of course, it's OK if I change a tire for your wife, deliver your baby in the back seat of my patrol car on the way to the hospital, save your son's life with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, or work many hours overtime to find your lost daughter.

So, Dear Citizen, you stand there on your soapbox and rant and rave about the way I do my job, calling me every name in the book, but never stop a minute to think that your property, your family, or maybe your life might depend on one thing - me, or one of my buddies.

Yes, me, the lousy cop.

- Author unknown

Author Unknown appeared to be trying to make a point, but none of it was really valid. As expected.

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It assumes that the reader is a hypocrite, or actually has use for police. I am not, and I do not. I'm sure it applies to someone, but I don't care enough to learn the opinions of others.

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Most cops I have met are dicks, not all of them though. My neighbor is one of the nicest guys I know. Another neighbor sold pot, but seeing as he never harmed anybody, my neighbor never did anything about it even know he was well aware of it.

Then again, when I lived in another town every cop made it their duty to harass people who did nothing, and were all lazy pieces of shit. I'd say most cops are self-important douchebags.

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Cops, generally speaking, are massive cunts. There are the rare few that don't fit the cunt qualification, but they're far and few between.

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