Snowflake Tantrums and Federal Flatulence, Part 1

The first thing you learn in the field isn’t how to shoot a weapon or cuff a suspect; it’s how to identify a liability. Currently, the greatest liability to the stability of the American state isn’t the criminal element, it is the performative rage of a generation that has mistaken social media for a moral compass.

For those of you who have spent the last five years cocooned in a climate-controlled echo chamber, my tone may seem abrasive. To me, that’s irrelevant. I have spent over two decades navigating the darkest corridors of federal law enforcement, and if there is one thing the job teaches you, it is that sugar-coating the truth is how people get killed.

Lately, I have watched a particular brand of intellectual rot seep into the public consciousness. I see it in the street, I see it on the job, and I see it in the eyes of younger generations who approach every interaction with a badge as if they are engaging in a revolutionary war. The ACAB mantra, the simplistic, sweeping dismissal of every man and woman in uniform as a pig, has transitioned from a fringe anarchist slogan to a default setting for the modern youth.

We’re in a very stupid era where rats on social media command more time and attention than cop, doctor, or fire fighter. These people have never worked a real job their entire lives, but yet they have the nerve to tell millions of their subscribers, many are kids, how law enforcement should act. Some of these asshole make big time money while the lazy fucks sit in million-dollar villas in West Hollywood, cherry-picking stories about systemic evil and making money off the anger of the very same generations they’ve spent years draining.

Social media has taught a demographic of young people to respond to authority with an immediate, visceral rage response. They have convinced them that hatred is a sign of intelligence and that cynicism is a substitute for critical thinking.

I’m not blind. I understand why a segment of the population fears law enforcement. I have seen the failures. I have seen bad actors. But there is a profound difference between legitimate systemic critique and the narcissistic tantrum of a generation that possesses neither the backbone nor the intellectual curiosity to inform themselves.

We are apathetic to the fact that people now choose ignorance over education, laziness over meaningful action, and temporary fame over sensibility. We now have multiple generations that cannot read, perform basic mathematics, and who lack the skills needed to understand the laws they claim are oppressive.

They think they have a right to privacy and anonymity when they’re in public.
They don’t.
They think the Supreme Court said no cop shall ask for a person’s ID.
They didn’t.
Nor do they think the police have the right to even ask for ID, proof of insurance, and registration, which they do, not that it matters. These morons never have any ID on them, usually because it’s suspended or revoked. Insurance? They’ll need to consult their phones, or call their mom to show the officer that they don’t have any, or it’s lapsed. Registration?? Oh, no that’s always in their girlfriend’s name, or their boyfriend’s, or some random friend that they can’t remember a last name for, or an address.

But as soon as they’re told to step out of the vehicle, a theatre of ignorance and brain damage begins. They become constitutional lawyers…instantly. They know their rights, they know the laws, they’re quick to explain what they know to the officers too…and that’s absolutely fucking nothing.

And if you ask one of these stupid pissbags to explain the statute or Supreme Court case they won’t shut up about, watch them pivot to the next bullshit tactic in the script.

Nine times out of ten that’s escalating whatever the cops have stopped them from misdemeanor to felony, or upgrading the felony to a more serious degree. That can be a few different tactics: straight up assault the officer(s), fleeing, or they just freezing up, while still screaming about the laws they’re 100% sure the cops are breaking, and this where the problem starts to really make itself known, because none of these feebs ever has the mental capacity to process anything the officer(s) say to them.

It’s like they have just been beamed down to earth and have no fucking clue how anything works.

It’s at this point that the officer has become officers. Regardless of where, or how, they apprehend them, there is always going to be screeching, nerve-shattering wailing, and a guy, or a gal (it seems like the women are the worst about this), one way or the other are going to end up in cuffs, and once they realize: “Shit, I’m in handcuffs!” there are two directions they can go next, and neither of them are just getting in the fucking cruiser.

One: They lose their shit. It’s not waterworks and stupidity now! Now they scream lous enough to shatter apartment windows blocks away, now they really start fighting, hyperventilating, fighting, biting, spitting, etc. before they end up in The Wrap, or hogited to the back seat.

Two: This is the most common one. They immediately whip out their platinum victim cards:

”The cuffs are too tight!"
Then stop fucking squirming! They don’t locke them until you stop acting like a rabid animal. That’s what they’re designed to do, tighten up the more a person fidgets with them, and even after an officer/deputy does check them and lock them, making sure they pass the finger width test, these idiots still keep on about it.

”You’re hurting me!”
”My wrist!”
”My arm!”
”My shoulder!”
“I have asthma!”

Then what the fuck did you run for?

What disgusts me the most is when they use “I can’t breathe”…when there is no one on, or around, their neck, and they’re still able to have an argument with the officers about how they’re violating them, which they’re not. You get the idea.

Now they’re panhandling for sympathy.
Now they need an ambulance.
Now they need water.
Now they’re going to die.

But once they realize no one is paying them any attention, that’s when the poor, pitiful, victim charade ends and their real personality comes out. This is the “Fuck you!” phase. Now it’s “Get me my phone!”, “Call my mom!”, “Let me go!”, racial slurs, homophobic slurs, “Let me go!!”, now you get to see who they really are, pieces of shit.

But that’s not the worst phase they pivot to after the “Victim Phase”. The worst is the “False Allegations” phase.

I’m a Special Agent in Charge with DII. I investigate officers, deputies, all ranks and statuses, as well as state level employees when there is an allegation of misconduct, regardless of severity, made against them, and I work the whole state.

We get thousands of complaints by the public every year. When separate them into categories, law enforcement receives the most, hands down. Last year, 95% of complaints filed against local PDs, SOs, State Patrol, and Capitol Police were…bullshit. In fact, a hefty portion of them were so far into the weeds when compared to bodycam footage that it bordered on a psychiatric disorder.

However, there were three that I investigated last year that did serious, grievous harm to a Sheriff’s Deputy, and two Police Officers. Two of them were accused of sexual assault, and the third was accused of straight up rape.

None of them sexually assaulted or raped…anyone.

After months of interviews with people whose stories never once were consistent, multiple interviews with the alleged victims whose stories changed every interview, sometimes during them. It took months and months, all three cases I submitted final reports on earlier this year, before the District Attorney’s offices in their jurisdictions were able to review and make decisions on whether to send them to a Grand Jury.

All of the ADAs and DAs involved decline to pursue, and that’s because in all three cases, the AVs were beyond dishonest, and discredited themselves pretty quickly. In their complaints, their stories, one even lied about getting pregnant, another couldn’t even remember what race they were.

But they did a shitload of damage during that time, including doxing the LEO they were accusing, making defamatory statements, statements not in their complaints. They posted pictures of what they claimed to be evidence. Evidence that was never mentioned or presented to my investigatiors. When confronted about this, the complaintant on that case said “I musta thrown it out.”

One of those cases didn’t launch a defamation campaign, but the other two we referred for posecution, and those are pending, but at the root was social media. Instagram and Facebook. Those were the platforms these two pieces of dog shit used. What’s more repulsive is the amount of support they both were receiving on them.

People read something…and just believe it, and that makes you fucking stupid.

Cops are repulsed by these people because they are a liability. They are caustic agents. They contribute nothing to the solution; they only exacerbate the friction. And while they blackball themselves from higher education, alienate their families, and render themselves unemployable through their commitment to the delusion of rebellion, they believe they are winning a war. In reality, they are merely decorating their own obsolescence.

They don’t know their rights; they know the scripts their online friends, and the influencers they follow use, or from some place void of all fucking intellect, because, really, when has this shit ever worked?

That is the digital delusion in a nutshell: the desire to be a victim for the sake of content, engagement, and monetization.

The tragedy here is that we have traded the pursuit of objective truth for the pursuit of attention, regardless of whether it’s the good kind of attention or not.

When a young person is told from age ten that the state is an inherently evil monolith, they stop asking how things work and start asking who is to blame. They lose the ability to synthesize conflicting information. They become incapable of understanding that a police officer is often the only thing standing between a quiet neighborhood and a bloodbath.

We are now seeing the fallout of this intellectual atrophy. We see it in the quiet quitting of the actual professionals. Good cops, men and women with decades of integrity, are retiring early, not because the work is too hard, but because they are tired of being treated as monsters by useless people who have never had to bleed for a stranger.

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