How to mollify the serfs’ rage against cops who hurt, maim, arrest, kill, and, in general, make war on us?
Boston’s rulers bribe their subjects to ignore cops’ brutality with ice cream, according to an article Roland Walkenhorst sent me:
The Boston Police Department has unveiled an $89,000 ice cream truck as the newest addition to its patrol fleet.
The truck … will be used as part of “Operation Hoodsie Cup,” a community policing initiative that has distributed roughly 120,000 free ice cream cups since 2010.
Commissioner William Evans says … the goodwill it generates is “undeniable.”
The truck was purchased by the Boston Police Foundation. Local dairy company HP Hood has donated all of the ice cream for distribution.
Our Rulers never scruple to insult us, do they? “Hey, kid, yeah, I know: I busted up your home when I arrested your dad for smokin’ weed, but what the heck, have some Moose Tracks on me.” Sadly, I bet this does indeed “generate goodwill” in an age when supine Americans eagerly trade their privacy, freedom, and other intangible treasures for anything “free,” no matter how cheap, shoddy or transitory.
In New York City, serfs must make do with friendliness rather than ice cream under a new commissioner of cops:
The career cop picked to lead America’s largest police department … wants patrol officers to get to know people on their beat on a first-name basis. …
Crime statistics in the city have never been better, but officer morale is an issue as is the level of distrust between officers and minorities, especially black New Yorkers.
Just what everyone wants in a city where few people know their next-door neighbors by name: “Hey, ladies, com’ere, yeah, youse. Let’s see some ID, I wanna know youse guys’ names.” I wonder whether cops will require phone numbers from the particularly nubile as well.
10:48 am on August 3, 2016 Email Becky Akers
