Blood on their Hands
Wednesday, April 18th, 2007We were discussing, a few friends and I, the VA Tech shooting and I said, “What bothers me is all the policemen standing outside the building doing nothing,” after a friend had said, “The police chief and the School President have blood on their hands.”
Another friend said, “Great plan, charge in guns blazing” and I had this to say:
Listen. Policemen can’t protect your home when it’s broken into; all they can do is take 3 hours to get to your house to file a ten minute police report that will never be seen again. They can’t protect you from rape; they can simply take a report that’ll rot in their desks. They can’t protect you from being killed by your wife in your sleep; they can only pick up the pieces. And that’s all well and good, because for the most part, policemen are paperweights and historians; they’re people who like to pull other people over and send them to prison for forty years because they’ve got a dimebag of marijuana in their coat. They’re people who ride around in shiny cars and stop people for driving too fast on the expressway, which is fine. It’s a job, I suppose, and it’s something to do, but let me say: if they can’t do something when people are being shot forty feet from them inside of a building, they are useless to society instead of just a nuisance to it.
Does anyone disagree? I just think it’s crazy that cops would stand outside idly doing nothing while people are being shot. I guess if people were selling marijuana or playing loud music they’d be all over it. A cop’s job is to “serve and protect” — at least, that’s what the plastic cars say in blue letters here in Chicago, and so I believe that they should’ve gone in guns up ready to shoot to break it up. The police chief, and the policemen, should all be ashamed: the chief for not ordering action, and the policemen for obeying his non-orders.
“Oh, but the police officers’ lives are important! You can’t jeopardize that!”
Damn if any police officer is more valuable than the people he is supposed to PROTECT.
Reminds me of 9/11: Bush sitting there reading My Pet Goat instead of getting up, saying, “Kids, a Presidential situation has come up that needs to be taken care of immediately. Be good to yours mothers, take care, goodbye!” and left.
But you can’t disturb the kids, can you?
You can only stand outside while they’re being slaughtered.