Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Tango-Zulu II

Posted by: Blue

Last night, our first call was at one of the hospitals in our district.  A psych patient had barricaded himself at the end of the hallway and armed himself with a chair and a pillowcase with two billiard balls inside.

He was an ex-C.O. and had gotten into coke and meth, ruining his career, his marriage, his family and his brain.

We tried for about two minutes to convince him to drop the weapon before I pulled the trigger on the X2 and gave him a 5 second ride.  He tensed and the other three officers moved-in.  He was brought to the ground safely, disarmed and handcuffed.  He was uninjured and the nurses were able to sedate him.

I much prefer the Taser to my other intermediate weapon options when it comes to certain scenarios like this.  There are fewer chances of serious injury both to the subject and to the officers.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Intelligence Quotient

Posted by: Blue

Me: "Man is he ever dumb, hey?"

JT: "I don't think he could pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were written on the heel."

Monday, June 29, 2015


Posted by: Blue

We are currently using phones at the work desks in the station which have been donated to us by a local Catholic charity.

The Service didn't have a budget for telephones.  The station didn't have cell or radio reception until recently either, so using a cell phone was out too.

Last week, a signal booster was installed which allowed us to text our spouses that we would be home late... Or call for help if the station was under siege.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Soup Can Cops

Posted by: Blue

Of the toil of policing, JT quipped the other day: "It's like trying to empty the ocean with a soup can."


Posted by: Blue

There were two murders in the city last night.  Two districts were tied-up.  At one point, I counted 92 dispatchable calls pending in the queue (not including around 100 call for report cars for break and enters and property crimes.

JT and I bounced from call to call, trying to put out fires before they spread before we were chained down to a Mental Health Act (MHA) call that required a hospital wait.  That carried us through the last half of the night.

Ugly City Bitch

Posted by: Blue

The drunk woman we breached two nights ago oscillated between pleasant and jovial to bouts of maniacally violent rages.

During her down swings, she would spit and kick at the doors, while "rapping":

"Rack-rack city bitch!  Ugly, ugly city bitch!  Ugly city bitch, ugly, ugly city bitch!  Rack-rack city bitch!"

Find a link to the song here.  Be forewarned, the link contains explicit lyrics and mature video content.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015


Posted by: Blue

I'm looking forward to the summer.

We are doing some renovations to the house; I'm putting up a garage.

The only fall-back has been a caveat that the city put on my property 65 years ago for an intended drainage basin on the easternmost five feet of the lot.  It was never put in, and it's clear that it never will be.

Nonetheless, the city won't allow a variance.  Red tape is red tape.

We decided to move the garage over six feet and leave room for a greenhouse on the East side, which doesn't require a permit.

I suppose it could become a problem in another 65 years, if the city decides at that time that it is suddenly absolutely necessary to stop procrastinating and put in a pipe.