Start ignoring people who threaten your joy.
Literally, ignore them.
Don’t invite any parts of them into your space.
— (via she-says-meow)
Even though it might sound harsh and impolitic, here is the bottom line: if you don’t want to get shot, tased, pepper-sprayed, struck with a baton or thrown to the ground, just do what I tell you. Don’t argue with me, don’t call me names, don’t tell me that I can’t stop you, don’t say I’m a racist pig, don’t threaten that you’ll sue me and take away my badge. Don’t scream at me that you pay my salary, and don’t even think of aggressively walking towards me. Most field stops are complete in minutes. How difficult is it to cooperate for that long?
LAPD officer Sunil Dutta, writing 100% seriously in a WaPo op-ed entitled (I kid you not) “I’m a cop. If you don’t want to get hurt, don’t challenge me.” (via hipsterlibertarian)
The sense of entitled, sadistic, “moral disengagement” by the police is truly disheartening. How can they build trust in a community they are using for their role-playing FPS fantasies?
I’m reading the article now and it’s frightening in its disconnect. We’re the good guys, “So know your place, don’t exercise rights you actually have and therefore I won’t be obliged to harm (and or kill) you.”
What jars me about the stance is, if a person treated his neighbors or family this way without the backing of a badge, these same cops would be called within a instant because…he or she would have been using threats and force to bludgeon others into coercion.
This officer’s justification is more terrifying than fascinating because according to him, with great power comes the right to not have that power commented on, Or else. .
You know wht the craziest part of this is? Even when people comply 100%, keep their mouths shut and let them to their job, they are still harassed and hurt. This is scary. “Dont piss me off or I reserve the right to hurt you”
just reblogging this again because i didn’t type those ^ words, even though i agree with them. i don’t remember who did, unfortunately. but that’s tumblr fucking up again.
It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style.
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via rssian)