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This is a grave injustice and I will not stand for it. My dad was police. My mom was police. Even our dog is technically police (administrative leave).

Imagine my rage when I finally join the force and they give me a cruiser with a standard light bar and no extra flashing lights. Are you fucking kidding me?

My Sargeant’s car is about 80% lights. He doesn’t speed trap in town because the mayor says his lights are flaking the paint off City Hall. Now that’s community policing.

Yes I got a shotgun and a service pistol and a vaguely threatening sticker pack for my civilian Jeep. Normal stuff. But the shame of driving around in a so-called “Police” vehicle with barely any flashing lights is an insult to everything I’ve worked for.

I expected a little toxic hazing but this is above and beyond. Those sonsa bitches at my precinct know it too. They’re all laughing at me like, “Look at this guy… oh wait I can barely see his car on a clear night unobstructed at over five miles!” Then they hoot and honk like a knob of geese weaned on sugar and meth.

No wonder nobody wants to work here. Jerks.