The Consequences of Virtue Signaling… from an Anonymous Cop
I’ve had to listen to so many stupid opinions this week that are the equivalent of mental misfiring or mental diarrhea brought on by sheepish regurgitation of things heard in the media. It’s my turn for others to listen. A lot of you really showed your true colors, and as a matter of fact, now I know who you really are.
So here is my opinion. This is for all of you CLOWNS who have never dealt with a shred of violence in your lives.
You, who think you know ANYTHING about law enforcement, or how the world works outside of your precious little LATTE MACHA bubbles. Have you ever listened to what REAL murder, what real PAIN inflicted on victims sounds like?
Have you ever had to deal with a victim of a sexual assault, stabbing, shooting? Have you EVER had to look at life leave someone as you hold their hands for comfort?
It is YOU, with your virtue signaling, feel-good, bullshit who incited these riots. YOU are to blame. Don’t give me the, “I’m mad at rioters!” No, you aren’t. You are just happy they aren’t in your neighborhood.
Justice is being served, but you just have to feel better about yourselves by flapping your gums. When they come to your neighborhood, remember who’s going to come to protect you at ALL COSTS, no matter what.
Shame on you. All of you. I saw you all in city streets as the rioters looted, destroyed and desecrated your city. You showed how much you care. Oh wait, no you didn’t, because you were SCARED to go there.
You’ll show you care from your couch, getting that dopamine dump when the notifications tell you your fake ass friends liked your post or your video.
Go ask the Officer’s family in Las Vegas who was SHOT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD if your dumbass, delusional virtue-signaling helped. Or ask the dead retired captain who was shot trying to quell the violence. Ask my brothers and sisters all over the country who were shot at, drive-by style, run over and assaulted.
Step up and pay for some funerals for the murdered officers. Oh, wait… unless it’s Instagram-worthy you won’t… and probably can’t.
Suit up punks. Come get spit on. Come have supposedly “educated” folks, pushing baby strollers, tell you that you are a murderer and that they hope someone in your family dies. I’ll keep answering your calls when you are scared of the boogeyman who is breaking into your house. That’s what you have me for.
Thank God you have us for that, because if we were to go away, the wolves would come looking for you hard.
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