Common Sense Isn’t

In my capac­ity as a police offi­cer, I see the out­come of some pretty, oh, let’s just say ques­tion­able decisions.

Common SenseThere was the time I stopped a nanny (with her charges in tow, mind you) at two in the after­noon for enter­ing the off-ramp to the free­way. While she was drunk and doped out of her mind on pills.

There was the time the griev­ing son pulled a gun out from under a couch cush­ion (with four cops on the other side of the room) a few feet away from where his father had just died because he didn’t want any­one to “mess with it”.

And there’s always the guy that decides it would be ben­e­fi­cial if he tried to fight the Poe-leece. (It never is, by the way).

Odds are you don’t fall into these stel­lar exam­ples of a lack of com­mon sense because you are infi­nitely smarter than some of the folks I’ve dealt with as a cop.

What started me on a com­mon sense jag?

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MC’s Love Letter to a Cyclist.

CyclistI have long railed against cyclists. If you are a cyclist and you fol­low all of the rules of the road, we can totally be friends. I’m not sure what it is about most cyclists that makes them feel so blessed enti­tled, but it is typ­i­cally my expe­ri­ence when stop­ping them when they run lights, stop signs, etc.

This past week, though, I think I saw the man I would be if I were a cyclist. I’m talk­ing the goofy span­dex, the nasty power gel, and rid­ing groups kind of cyclist.

This dude laid the smack down on a fel­low cyclist.

And it was glorious.

Rule of thumb: The more impor­tant a call or action is to our soul’s evo­lu­tion, the more Resis­tance we will feel toward pur­su­ing it.

The War of Art

Steven Pressfield
The War of Art (New York: Black Irish, 2002), 12

The Lying Prevaricator of Lies

Yes, I own a the­saurus. And yes, “pre­var­i­ca­tor” means liar. Don’t sweat it, I’m just try­ing to be fancy.

Liars don't like seat belts

Wouldja look at that? That sucker is hang­ing against the pillar!

I have posted before about my par­tic­u­lar dis­dain for peo­ple lying to me…not to men­tion when they accuse me of telling lies. Don’t get me wrong, I under­stand the human nature of try­ing to get out of trou­ble or to min­i­mize some­thing. But, bold-faced lying? Oh, man…not cool. So, when I had one of those instances today, I knew I had to run right on home and tell you all about it.

As I was sit­ting at a red light, wait­ing duti­fully to make a left turn. I had occa­sion to see a truck make a right turn and pass right by me.

And I’ll be dog­goned if I didn’t see the dri­ver not wear­ing his seat­belt. I’m not say­ing it was under his arm or his mas­sive belly. I’m talk­ing the sil­ver buckle was bounc­ing of the side of the interior.

I thought to myself, “Well, he seems a jovial fel­low (I made an inac­cu­rate assump­tion based on the rotund nature of his gas­tro­nomic area), I do believe I should cau­tion him on the dan­gers of not wear­ing his safety harness.”

This is what occurred:

The rank of office is not what makes some­one a leader. Lead­er­ship is the choice to serve oth­ers with or with­out any for­mal rank. There are peo­ple with author­ity who are not lead­ers and there are peo­ple at the bot­tom rungs of an orga­ni­za­tion who most cer­tainly are leaders.

Lead­ers Eat Last Deluxe: Why Some Teams Pull Together and Oth­ers Don’t

Simon Sinek
Leaders Eat Last (Portfolio, 2014)

Don’t Make Me Shoot Your Child

These days it seems we can’t go a week with­out hear­ing about school shoot­ings. Sta­tis­ti­cally speak­ing, they actu­ally aren’t all that com­mon nor have they increased as much as the media would lead us to believe. Suf­fice it to say, how­ever, it’s still at the fore­front of most of our minds.

When I went to school, we didn’t have school resource offi­cers and there weren’t many instances (or any, really) of guns in school. Today, though, we police offi­cers can’t really take that with a grain of salt. We can’t afford to.

This post is not about kids tak­ing guns to school.

It’s about par­ents mak­ing ques­tion­able deci­sions (or being com­pletely indif­fer­ent) with regard to let­ting their kids play with Air­soft guns.

Just google “police shoot kid with toy gun”. The fact that there are so many results should ter­rify you…as a cop and/or as a parent.

Imag­ine my quandary when I faced a sim­i­lar sit­u­a­tion recently.