I Spoke With an Evil, Spiteful Man
This past Sunday, a member of the Schenectady Police force was killed when he was responding to an accident call and his patrol car spun out of control and hit a telephone pole or a tree or something. I was working the next day and had not yet heard of the incident, and was talking with this guy I know who lives in Rotterdam and is a fireman for the Troy Fire Department. He was telling me about it and this other guy heard us talking and piped in;
"I hate the fucking police and that son-of-a-bitch got exactly what he deserved. They all speed around because they can, and I don't feel sorry for him."
Mind you this guy is a middle aged, white guy.
I told him that not only do I love the police, no one deserves to die. He just looked at me and said; "I don't feel sorry for him or his family. He shouldn't have been speeding and he got what was coming."
I hope that someday this guy needs the police at his house and they take their time, do the speed limit, and wait at all the red lights.
"I hate the fucking police and that son-of-a-bitch got exactly what he deserved. They all speed around because they can, and I don't feel sorry for him."
Mind you this guy is a middle aged, white guy.
I told him that not only do I love the police, no one deserves to die. He just looked at me and said; "I don't feel sorry for him or his family. He shouldn't have been speeding and he got what was coming."
I hope that someday this guy needs the police at his house and they take their time, do the speed limit, and wait at all the red lights.

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