Boy do I miss it!
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The cops amaze me.
Some days I honestly don’t know how they do it.
Like yesterday, at the Navy Yard.
We know about the bad guy, we know about his military record and his criminal record. And we know what he did.
But we don’t know much about how he came to stop doing what he was doing.
We don’t know much about how they took him down.
But what we do know is impressive.
Which gets back to the cops.
Yesterday morning about 8:20, the first 9-1-1 call came in of trouble in Building 197. Moments later, an alert was broadcast and officers began speeding toward the Navy Yard from across the District of Columbia.
Regular patrol officers.
Some from schools, some from speed-enforcement details, all from the first hour a new shift and a new week. Old, young, male, female, black, white. They just came. Primarily from the Metropolitan Police Department and the Federal Park Police.
Officers whose lives were going from zero to 60 in the blink of an eye. Officers who went from the sleepy good morning of a Monday dawn to the real-world battlefield of an active shooter.
They began to arrive almost immediately.
And quickly formed up into an assault team.
They didn’t wait for the SWAT team. They didn’t stand back and wait for the armored personnel carrier. They formed up and went in.
Specifically, seven minutes after the first call, an ad hoc team of park police and district police with AR-15s ran into the building in their patrol uniforms.
They ran to the sound of the gunfire.
They closed with the enemy, and engaged him, and killed him.
And by every account some 10 minutes after the first word of trouble had breathed across the police radio, regular patrol officers had killed the gunman and ended his assault.
He fought the law, and the law won.
It’s impossible to calculate how many lives that saved. It’s impossible to calculate how much expertise that took.
It’s impossible to grasp the mindset of readiness that must permeate the men and women of law enforcement. Without notice, the police can be thrown into life-and-death situations where every second and every decision counts.
And sometimes, like yesterday, they must operate in an environment that is heartbreaking and troubling. The responding officers at the Navy Yard ran past the dead and dying, their blood pooling where they lay, in order to press their attack against a monster.
And that was just yesterday.
Every day it is different, every call it is different. Sometimes they are comforting heartbroken children, other times they are knocking on the door to inform someone of the death of a relative. Sometimes they are spat upon, other times they are vomited upon. They are hated and loved, cursed and praised, sometimes on the same call.
They see the carnage of the highways, the sorrow of abused and neglected children, the collapse of a battered wife. They talk the despondent off bridges, they catch the drunk drivers, they try to mediate family and neighbor disputes.
And half the time they do it while being cussed by one group or another. Maybe it’s the neighborhood people. Maybe it’s the pastors. Maybe it’s an activist with a cell-phone video.
The politicians trash them, the residents trash them, the police brass trashes them. They’re ready to lay down their lives for strangers, but heaven help them if anybody thinks they were impolite to a citizen. Heaven help them if they disrespected somebody’s culture.
They fight crime all day, every day, and usually it is a pretty low-key affair. Until there’s a glint of sunlight or a stumbling drunk or a dispatch on the radio.
That’s when it’s Superman time.
That’s when the next 10 minutes of your life are going to be some of the most important in your life.
Like yesterday at the Navy Yard.
Across a big city, the routine of the morning worked its way out. Until there was a cry for help, and the sirens began to roar, and a crew of men and women from at least a couple of departments ran toward the danger.
And killed it.
Before he could kill anybody else.
The cops amaze me.
I’m beyond mad, beyond pissed. I’m livid! My anger right now is higher than it has been in a long time! My blood pressure is up, my chest hurts, I have a migraine. My anger is out of control right now! I’m so fucking pissed!
As noted in my blog before, my parents got divorced not too long ago, that is where this started without me knowing. I paid for my car, bought it from my parents…big fucking mistake! I didn’t have a choice, they refused to cosign on a loan, I had no credit history, and they were taking so much of my paycheck that I couldn’t get by as it was. I couldn’t afford food, had no clothes…the same it’s been my whole life. So I paid them over a year for my car and paid it off, once paid off they refused to title it in my name. For YEARS, I fought to get it retitled and they refused!
Then the divorce came…finally, I had the chance to get it titled in my name. I got into a fight with my stupid mother, told her NOT to give that title to my father, and guess what…she did. She told me it was going to titled to my dad and I. Just fucking wonderful! I let her have it, she said there is no reason he can’t be on the title, I told her it was MY car, I PAID for it and I wanted his name off it. I lost. But I lost worse than I even knew.
That motherfucker listed as my “father” on my birth certificate is no father of mine! I’m pissed with that asshole beyond anything I ever thought I could be! Read this and tell me what a bitch I am, I don’t care…you have NO idea the shit I have dealt with my ENTIRE life! You have NO idea what HE put me through!!
So that brings me to today…why am I so pissed? My car plates are due to be renewed at the end of this month, and FINALLY 3 days ago he gave me the notice after trying to get it for WEEKS! Then I had to fight for the freaking tax information…this has just been a nightmare and I have no time off! Then I called the jackass and told him he WILL sign my car over to ME or I’m done ever talking to or seeing him, after days of not answering him, he finally agreed. And that is when I found out how much that jerk fucked me over!
So I went over to pick up the title…a title I was told I’m listed on…and guess what…I am NOT! I am NOT listed on a title for a fucking car I PAID FOR! But that isn’t even the worse part…I was told by my mother AND father that I was listed on that car…that is where they really fucked me over! So I was told I was on the car, when I bought my new one I kept the old one for bad weather days and switch the insurance from my old one off my dads to mine so I could save on my new car…see where I’m going here? IF I was listed on the title this would be legal but as you just learned, I am not listed on this title. The problem here…? I am not legally insured. The other problem here…? I can not renew my license plates.
I am just beyond pissed! Now I have to track down the form for the fucker to “gift” my own fucking car to me, get him to sign the fucking title, and get the damn car licensed to me by the last day of September so I can get my license plates renewed. My chances of it getting licensed to me in time are freaking impossible! If you state is anything like mine, I’m fucked! I’m never going to get it back in time, now I will be fined for renewing the plates late. I’m just so fucking pissed off! Fucking livid! AND I don’t get to just “renew” the plates either, I have to pay a fee for “new” plates despite plates being on there…it’s just a fucking nightmare! I’m so fucking pissed off!
I’m going to take a fucking bottle of benadryl and try sleeping forever! I have so much more to share but for now I’m done. Good night! I sure hope your life is going better than what I am dealing with here.
I am so completely emotionally and physically exhausted right now that I am laying here crying and can’t even tell you why. I need a break!
How is life treating each of you? My life is going ok, just been busy. I have so much to catch up on! I’m working like crazy but still trying to catch up on bills from when I wasn’t working then I had car trouble. My old car. Still nothing wrong with the engine, that beast just won’t die! lol But it seems someone is cutting my valve stems…I had to buy two new tires three weeks ago, had to buy another tire again this week. I am getting very frustrated and falling much further behind because I just started breaking even! May I wish I could just catch up…don’t we all. I’m working practically every single day and still not quit there, but that’s ok. I’m working hard and will get myself out of this…some how. Life just likes adding challenges when a person is finally trying to pull through.
Other than work, life involves sleep…that’s about it. Honestly. I have so much on my mind I want to share here but either don’t have the ability to type it all out or am just too freaking tired to do so. Work is keeping my butt moving…non stop…literally! People need to stop calling 911! Well, not all of them. The problem is the people that don’t need the ambulance are the ones that freaking call, all the time, several times a week! But the ones that do need it won’t call until it’s too late. That will get me on a rant about our damn system in this country…not only has the government fucked us all! I get to deal with those lazy ass free loaders all damn day! But I will save that for another time…for now…have a good night! I’m exhausted and need sleep before work…again! Take care all!