Where’s the cops when you need one? This week they’re all in Old Montreal for the U.N. convention on climate change at the Palais de Congrès. Hundreds of gussied up officers milling all about, 
putting on a pretty show for the visiting well connected. Meanwhile, in the same area on any given weekday, I can’t stroll 3 blocks without seeing some sort of infraction going unimpeded, be it the common life threatening traffic violation or a simple misdemeanour.
Whenever in need of law enforcement, they have proven to be a disappointment. Not once, in my experiences, have the lazy-assed fuzz acted upon the crimes reported, even when they have also witnessed it transpire. Typically, these uniformed thugs responded with accusations or threats of violence. To be fair though, some pigs just ignored the pleas for help. Thankfully, these discouraging events happened long ago; well before I caught on and stopped relying on the good for nothin’ coppers.
Once this anti-climatic convention (vacation) blows through our dear cité and all the government wonks go home, the hoards of work-shy boys/girls in bleu will fade back to their favourite hiding places. So it is clear the police have the numbers to serve and protect their fellow citizens; but it’s clearer that they’d prefer to leave us regular Jeans and Jeannines to fend for ourselves.
Have a hoot, you’re on your own
putting on a pretty show for the visiting well connected. Meanwhile, in the same area on any given weekday, I can’t stroll 3 blocks without seeing some sort of infraction going unimpeded, be it the common life threatening traffic violation or a simple misdemeanour.Whenever in need of law enforcement, they have proven to be a disappointment. Not once, in my experiences, have the lazy-assed fuzz acted upon the crimes reported, even when they have also witnessed it transpire. Typically, these uniformed thugs responded with accusations or threats of violence. To be fair though, some pigs just ignored the pleas for help. Thankfully, these discouraging events happened long ago; well before I caught on and stopped relying on the good for nothin’ coppers.
Once this anti-climatic convention (vacation) blows through our dear cité and all the government wonks go home, the hoards of work-shy boys/girls in bleu will fade back to their favourite hiding places. So it is clear the police have the numbers to serve and protect their fellow citizens; but it’s clearer that they’d prefer to leave us regular Jeans and Jeannines to fend for ourselves.
Have a hoot, you’re on your own
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