Good cop, have a donut
Readers of this blog know that I have an ambivalent attitude toward the police. No, I'm not a Tom Alciere (who lost a political career over his Usenet advocacy of cop-killing as self-defence). Nor am I Hans Werner Henze, or I would have called this post Versuch über Schweine. As a minarchist, I think they have their place. I enjoy having an armed somebody to protect my things and my life. I don't think that necessarily has to be done by government, but traditionally, it has been.
No, the problem with cops is that, of necessity, they have sold their souls. They have to enforce all the stupid laws that our alleged betters have saddled us with. They have some discretion, but if they flat out refuse to arrest for non-offenses, the boss will have words with them.
But a few have honor. Today's tale involves a man I met once while pulling jury duty, an upright citizen who applauds gun control when applied by convenience store owners, but not by the government.
The officer was patrolling his beat in the worst part of Cleveland, and picked up a prostitute. He thought he'd do a little quality-of-life survey, so he asked the whore, "Pardon me for asking, but what do you receive for your services?"
She said, "I try to get $2."
No, not "I get $2", but "I TRY to get $2", implying that sometimes she doesn't succeed.
He told her to get out of the car. He sprayed the back seat down with Lysol, and set her free. There are some people too pathetic to arrest, and some crimes which are their own punishment.
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