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Authors: Dale C. Carson, Wes Denham
Tags: General, Self-Help, Political Science, Law, Law Enforcement, Political Freedom & Security, arrest, Practical Guides, Detention of persons
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Police work is not like any other work. Can you name another job in which you are expected to engage in physical combat with people who are trying to kill you? Some of those bad guys are huge, experienced brawlers. Some are psychotics who have superhuman strength from high adrenaline levels caused by brain disease. When psychos flying on adrenaline get extra juice from methamphetamines and angel dust, they can be nearly impossible to stop. My training instructor shot 14 rounds into a maniac he was fighting, and the guy still kept coming.
FLUSHING RABBITS
Cops crave variety and excitement. They never have one shift like another. On slow days they can make their own excitement because they can always find someone to arrest. I call the technique “flushing rabbits.” When I was a cop, there were days when even Miami seemed dull. No Jamaican posses were machine-gunning competitors. No Colombian peasants were stubbing out their cigarettes on drums of diethyl ether and vaporizing drug labs in a whoosh of fire. No calls, nothing happening.
My solution was to start pulling over cars that were the same make and model as the number one most stolen car of that year. I’d get behind the car, spin the lights, then give the siren a tap, just a single honk . If the car was being driven by a citizen, he’d pull over. I’d pass him and wave him off. I’d do this a few times, then suddenly, the next driver would be a car thief. Instead of pulling over, he’d floor the gas. He’d be off like a shot with me in hot pursuit, siren wailing and lights blazing. My partner would radio in the pursuit and call for backup with that emotion-free, calm voice that is absolutely required to maintain cop cool. (Cops are fanatics about maintaining their cool. It carries over into their prose. Cops can make an account of the most grisly murder sound like a linoleum brochure.)
While you’re in pursuit, dispatchers clear the entire network by shutting up every other cop in the city while you call in locations. Nowadays, they’ll spin up helicopters. During a pursuit police cruisers are racing ahead of you, behind you, and on every side. A minute earlier you were bored. Now you’re leading a cop circus down the highway at 100 miles an hour. Usually the suspect burns out the brakes or crashes. Then there’s a foot chase, maybe a fight, then an arrest. Every day cops engage in the primordial male activities—hunting, fighting, and protecting the tribe. They experience thrills that have been honed by a million years of evolution. When a shift gets slow, they just flush a rabbit. Want to be a cop? It’s a kick-ass way to make a living.
THE POWER
Cops are backed by courts, jails, judges, and the entire apparatus of the state. They can stop, arrest, search, attack, and even kill. It’s The Power. It’s The Juice. It’s intoxicating, and nobody else has it. Police officers have to train not to let it go to their heads. When the cops show up, the music stops, the party’s over, and everybody snaps to attention. It’s la poli , the po-leece, the fuzz, the heat, the man with the badge and the gun.
In any medium to large city, cops are backed up not only by other officers, but by helicopters, boats, tear gas, explosives, snipers, dogs, SWAT teams, even armored personnel carriers with artillery and high-caliber machine guns. If things get tense, the governor can call out the National Guard, which can muster infantry, cavalry, and armor equipped with mood adjusters like mortars and wire-guided missiles. Yikes!
The funny thing is that the guys who most often get snotty and sass the cops are generally clueless petty offenders. The real bad guys, the stone evil types who hurt people and steal things for a living, give it up when The Man shows. They know who has The Power.
Ever get the cop stare ? This is a slow, hard, minute examination that gets you filed for future reference. You can almost see the blanks being
Police work is not like any other work. Can you name another job in which you are expected to engage in physical combat with people who are trying to kill you? Some of those bad guys are huge, experienced brawlers. Some are psychotics who have superhuman strength from high adrenaline levels caused by brain disease. When psychos flying on adrenaline get extra juice from methamphetamines and angel dust, they can be nearly impossible to stop. My training instructor shot 14 rounds into a maniac he was fighting, and the guy still kept coming.
FLUSHING RABBITS
Cops crave variety and excitement. They never have one shift like another. On slow days they can make their own excitement because they can always find someone to arrest. I call the technique “flushing rabbits.” When I was a cop, there were days when even Miami seemed dull. No Jamaican posses were machine-gunning competitors. No Colombian peasants were stubbing out their cigarettes on drums of diethyl ether and vaporizing drug labs in a whoosh of fire. No calls, nothing happening.
My solution was to start pulling over cars that were the same make and model as the number one most stolen car of that year. I’d get behind the car, spin the lights, then give the siren a tap, just a single honk . If the car was being driven by a citizen, he’d pull over. I’d pass him and wave him off. I’d do this a few times, then suddenly, the next driver would be a car thief. Instead of pulling over, he’d floor the gas. He’d be off like a shot with me in hot pursuit, siren wailing and lights blazing. My partner would radio in the pursuit and call for backup with that emotion-free, calm voice that is absolutely required to maintain cop cool. (Cops are fanatics about maintaining their cool. It carries over into their prose. Cops can make an account of the most grisly murder sound like a linoleum brochure.)
While you’re in pursuit, dispatchers clear the entire network by shutting up every other cop in the city while you call in locations. Nowadays, they’ll spin up helicopters. During a pursuit police cruisers are racing ahead of you, behind you, and on every side. A minute earlier you were bored. Now you’re leading a cop circus down the highway at 100 miles an hour. Usually the suspect burns out the brakes or crashes. Then there’s a foot chase, maybe a fight, then an arrest. Every day cops engage in the primordial male activities—hunting, fighting, and protecting the tribe. They experience thrills that have been honed by a million years of evolution. When a shift gets slow, they just flush a rabbit. Want to be a cop? It’s a kick-ass way to make a living.
THE POWER
Cops are backed by courts, jails, judges, and the entire apparatus of the state. They can stop, arrest, search, attack, and even kill. It’s The Power. It’s The Juice. It’s intoxicating, and nobody else has it. Police officers have to train not to let it go to their heads. When the cops show up, the music stops, the party’s over, and everybody snaps to attention. It’s la poli , the po-leece, the fuzz, the heat, the man with the badge and the gun.
In any medium to large city, cops are backed up not only by other officers, but by helicopters, boats, tear gas, explosives, snipers, dogs, SWAT teams, even armored personnel carriers with artillery and high-caliber machine guns. If things get tense, the governor can call out the National Guard, which can muster infantry, cavalry, and armor equipped with mood adjusters like mortars and wire-guided missiles. Yikes!
The funny thing is that the guys who most often get snotty and sass the cops are generally clueless petty offenders. The real bad guys, the stone evil types who hurt people and steal things for a living, give it up when The Man shows. They know who has The Power.
Ever get the cop stare ? This is a slow, hard, minute examination that gets you filed for future reference. You can almost see the blanks being
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