123000 police in the UK

And twitter would have you believe they are ‘all cunts’.

Imagine doing a job where you literally deal with the fucking worst part of society every fucking day.

Child abuse, rape, knifings, muggings, domestic violence.

Throw in your common cases of battery, RTAs and the fun that comes with that like telling someone their kid/dad/mother is dead, maybe a group beating or two.

Then imagine having to try and do all that while Tony can’t handle his ale and decides to work his ticket in the town every Saturday night, smashing up a bus stop like the hard man he is, scaring the group who are just out for a good time and you’re the one who has to stop him.

Chuck on some chronic underfunding.
Maybe, just maybe, you might lose your patience when some cunt can’t even open the door because he wants to prove how much of a clever cunt he is. Maybe you might just not think for a split second thanks to all the previous bullshit you’ve seen

Maybe you’ve seen enough to think there’s worse things than being some click bait second rate journos complaint that weekend. Maybe you don’t give a fuck about some cunt waving a phone in your face for two seconds.

Because the time you are lenient? The time you don’t boot the door through, and it turns out they did do some shit; they did batter someone, they did hide the body....then you’re still the cunt aren’t you?

I’ve had a truncheon over the back for being a cunt in a kebab shop. I’ve been booted into a van and chucked in a cell more than once. And I fucking deserved it.

Gobshites whose biggest work decisions are if to have 3rd shite on company time or not or when to put their acca on, giving it big licks LRAC.

Parklife.

Oh. And before your “what about the (insert generalisation about the police)”, fuck your generalisation. There’s bad apples in every sector.

There’s school teachers who nonce kids. There’s CEOs of multinationals who are racist, sexist and bullies.

Beverly Allitt and Harold Shipman both worked for the NHS, it doesn’t mean gonna have to round house my lass in case she suddenly decides to feed me bleach In my sleep.

Of course some coppers will be cunts. They are people, and people are largely cunts. A uniform or job title doesn’t change that.

Right. Wine down. Bed.