Stop the Double Standard

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Not withstanding all that is happening in this country today, I’d like to – for a minute – vent my frustrations about the CHICAGO POLICE DEPARTMENT.

It seems that in no great quantity is there any integrity or intestinal fortitude within the CPD. So much so, that it appears to be alright to park THREE-DEEP in the bike lane in front of the Police Academy on Jackson. I guess in the school house they’re taught early on about the DOUBLE STANDARD that exists between the citizen and those who are sworn to SERVE AND PROTECT.

When I was in the service and a young, newly promoted E-4 (not even a Sergeant yet) I was taught to LEAD BY EXAMPLE. In all that I did as a leader in the Army the cornerstone for my actions was to LEAD BY EXAMPLE. Set the standard, uphold the standard, exceed the standard. It was simple. That brought on increased unit cohesion, higher morale and a better output from the team. And it kept the First Sergeant off my guys’ backs.

But I digress… There is no LEAD BY EXAMPLE in CPD. There is no leadership enforcing the standard. There is NO ACCOUNTABILITY for those who do wrong in the police department. If a private were to park his POV (privately owned vehicle) in the Sergeant Major’s parking spot in front of headquarters, you bet yer sweet ass that private would be in the leaning rest answering for it (and he sure as hell wouldn’t do it again either because his battle buddy wouldn’t let him hear the end of it).

There is a total lack of respect for the people from the police and it translates in all that they do as officers of the law. And now we want to increase the problem by adding a thousand more swine to the sausage factory. BRILLIANT!

The problem isn’t LACK OF POLICE. it’s LACK OF POLICING. We should be investing that cop money into the neighborhoods to educate and motivate our youth; give them something positive to do with their free time. Put them on the path to a positive life. Let’s cure the illness, not treat the symptoms. Help those who are most in need, not corral them into neighborhoods with substandard living conditions and patrol them heavy-handedly to the point of pointless incarceration.

Anywho… I guess I’m pissed about more than just the cops parking in the bike lane. But, it starts with the simple stuff.

Stop the double standard.

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another ride down

the boss
was
tight today!
so sweet,
so smoothe.
like
a butter-hewn
smoked
pork shoulder.
the body,
rock solid.
every
muscle as
hot as
the sun.
each
tendon and sinew
wound,
pulled tight.
each stroke
from saddle
to pedal
powerful and
precise.
BOOM!
STROKE!
BOOM STROKE!
BOOM STROKE!
BOOM STROKE!
pounding
out intervals,
stop light
to
stop light;
one group
of pedestrians
to
the next.
speeding
thru the
great
city of chicago!
over the
river
down into
the loop,
past the jaywalkers
on jackson
and lasalle.
speed
becomes silence
and
concentration
kicks in.
down dearborn
and
onto monroe,
not a detail
skipped,
sneaking
past
the palmer house
on
into the alley,
safe and
sound
on my
BOSS MIDNITE.
another
ride down.
another
ride down.