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What a Cop?

The cops are human beings as you and me (believe it or not). There exists about it of the two sexes and all the sizes. The size varies according to whether you seek one of them or that you try to hide something. However, they are primarily kind “strapping man”.

One finds cops everywhere: on ground, at sea, in the airs, with horse, in car, and even on your back. In spite of the fact “that one never finds some when one needs some”, they are generally there when it is really important. The best way of finding some is to call the Font.

The cops make sermons, put sometimes a baby at the world and forward the bad news. One asks them to have the wisdom of Solomon, the softness of a lamb and muscles of steel, and one often shows them to have a core of the same metal. The cop is that which sounds with the gate, inspires deeply, and announces the death of a expensive being, then passes the remainder of the day to wonder why it makes this damned job.

With the TV, a cop is an unbalance which would not find a double bass in . In reality, one hopes of him that it finds about large little boy an “like that” in a crowd of a half-million people. In films, it receives from the aid of private detectives, journalists, and impassioned police investigations. In reality, all that it can obtain people it is “I do not have anything considering”.

When it gives Min, it is a monster. If it lets to you leave, it is a cabbage. For the children, he is either a friend, or an ogre, according to the mood of the parents. He works 24 hours a day, Sunday and the days off, and that always kills it when a crafty person tells him “He, on the following day it is the carnival, I am on leave, if one were going to have fun the festival?” (This day, he works 20 hours).

A cop is like a little girl, who, when it is wise, is very very nice, but which, when it is malicious, is a dirty small plague. When it makes its job well, “it is paid for that”. When it makes an error, “it is a bastard, him like the others”. When it kills a gangster at the time of a holdup with weapons it is a hero, except if the gangster “is only one poor kid, everyone would have seen that”.

Much of them has houses, some of them are covered ivy, but the majority are covered with mortgages. If it drives a big car, it is a , if it drives a small car, “nobody does not go in his bluff”. Its banker trusts him; it is useful, because its wages are not famous. The cops raise much child who, most of the time, are the children of the others.

A cop sees more misery, blood to run more, more problems, and more sunrises than the average. Like the mailman, the cop is outside by all times. Its uniform changes with the weather, but its vision of the life remains the same one: without enthusiasm, but keeping the hope of better days.

The cops like , the holidays and the coffee. They do not like the horns, the family disputes, and the authors of anonymous letters. They have trade unions, but they cannot be put in strike. They must be impartial, courteous, and must always remember the currency “to your service”. That proves sometimes difficult, especially when excited recalls them “I pay my taxes! It is me which pays your wages!”

The cops receive medals when they save lives, when they stop packed horses, and when they swap shots with gangsters (sometimes, it is a widow which receives the medal). But from time to time, the greatest reward it is, when, after having rendered service with little old woman, they receive a cordial hand-shake, see two grateful eyes and understand “Thank you and God blesses you”.