P.B.A. Members of Hallandale Beach

This site is usually a good place to voice your opinion without the fear of being attacked by administration, However topics like this should not be discussed on this site. All that is accomplished by airing out your opinion here, is informing the city that their tactic is working. We need to stand strong, now more than ever and if you have a problem take it to the reps. I have brought my opinion to them several times and have yet to have it bite me in the a$$. I feel WE have exceptional reps who do not take criticism personal and who can relate to our frustrations. With this in mind I expect to see this topic end here and any further information on the perception of our reps and union to be taken up with them directly. Lets stop giving our opponent ammunition. Take care All.

Please let's all stop to listen! You are exactly why we don't have a contract, Is this Alex or Gary speaking? You make reference to using this place to voice your opinion without getting attacked, and things like informing the city that their tactic is working. The more I read this crap the more I want to rally as many members together and separate from the ignorant dip shits like you. And I'm glad to see you are in charge of telling people that YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ANY FURTHER INFORMATION ABOUT OUR REPS OR UNION posted and you expect to see this stop. To all the others out there, let's get rid of the PBA and the idiots like Vera, McVey and Morano. Can't you guys see that they are doing nothing for us. Remember everyone we all ahve to stick together, yeah right to make these clowns look good so they can go around over the next 10-15 years telling everyone how good they were. DUMP THE PBA. Hey Morano, how many times have you and Brickman been out on the boat that the PBA members' dues bought? That's right folks the PBA is strong when it comes to filling their own pockets with all the kick backs and gifts. Every year our dues go up and the clowns on SR 84 buy more cars, boats and gifts one another. Am I jealous? Hell yeah! But I wouldn't do what these theifs are doing. Morano and Brickman must think they're like Hoffa. Wake up folks there are 3 reasons we don't have a contract 1. Vera, 2. McVey, 3. Morano

I'm just wondering......what's your solution to our contract woes? Who do we turn to to get our contract done ASAP if the PBA is so horrible? I'm sure all of us would love a new contract by Christmas right. I have an idea- you should show up at the next contract meeting (or are u one of those people that doesn't show up), propose your solutions, and let the members decide how great your ideas are. You would defintely get my vote if you could get all the sides to agree on a contract that benefits us over the city! I'm guessing however that it's easier to voice an opinion (as a "guest") bashing our current reps that we voted in than make a positive impact on the situation. Not that you have already did that, why don't you provide some of your brilliant ideas for our reading pleasure. Happy Holidays!

I'm just wondering......what's your solution to our contract woes? Who do we turn to to get our contract done ASAP if the PBA is so horrible? I'm sure all of us would love a new contract by Christmas right. I have an idea- you should show up at the next contract meeting (or are u one of those people that doesn't show up), propose your solutions, and let the members decide how great your ideas are. You would defintely get my vote if you could get all the sides to agree on a contract that benefits us over the city! I'm guessing however that it's easier to voice an opinion (as a "guest") bashing our current reps that we voted in than make a positive impact on the situation. Not that you have already did that, why don't you provide some of your brilliant ideas for our reading pleasure. Happy Holidays!

Solution....New Union. Or should I say dump this Benevolent Association and join a real Union. Get some balls and make a change or shut up and take it.

I'm just wondering......what's your solution to our contract woes? Who do we turn to to get our contract done ASAP if the PBA is so horrible? I'm sure all of us would love a new contract by Christmas right. I have an idea- you should show up at the next contract meeting (or are u one of those people that doesn't show up), propose your solutions, and let the members decide how great your ideas are. You would defintely get my vote if you could get all the sides to agree on a contract that benefits us over the city! I'm guessing however that it's easier to voice an opinion (as a "guest") bashing our current reps that we voted in than make a positive impact on the situation. Not that you have already did that, why don't you provide some of your brilliant ideas for our reading pleasure. Happy Holidays!

In response to your comment, Yes it would be great to have a contract by Christmas and even have retro money hanging in my stocking but we all know that won't happen. With regards to being at meetings, I've been going to meetings and there are times I don't see you. I'm tired and frustrated like the rest of the majority that either can't or won't for one reason or anotherstand up and say the things they want to say. Yes you're right, Vera and McVey were voted in. However they are not doing anything to help us get closer to resolving the contract issues. They're too busy running around listening to all the *****ing and petty complaints that members are bringing to them. They are more interested in pushing THEIR ideas and philosophies regarding how bad the administration is, and how much they want the Chief's headon a stick. Now they're busy trying to corrupt the minds of new officers to see things their way. THEY ARE NOT DOING ANYTHING REGARDING THE CONTRACT, AND THEY NEED TO BE REMOVED. I wish that I could step up to this pile of crap and fix it but I can't. Perhaps some of this is getting out to other members that see it for what it is, and perhaps the change that is so desperately needed will start to take shape. Mark, your sarcasim sickens alot of people.

Hey Tommy why don't you stop posting on a site designed for COPS. Hey Marc I love the sarcasim, keep up the good work. Alex, Mcvey and Michel I thing you're doing a fine job as well. :P

Many of you know me for only a few things: my refusal to wear certain lady garments, my ability to work while injured, my inability to achieve a valid warrant, my lust for the perfect Marlboro, my equal loathing for Nicorette gum and the a**hole who invented it, or my undeniable kick-ass mullet…but perhaps I am known most for my hate of the word (and the very noun itself) of c**k…well except for one of course. It’s a long story that I’ve wanted to get off my wrinkled droop-boobed chest for almost my whole life, and now before my exile I must let the world know…let us begin.
It was the summer of ’53, I was 13 at the time (just legal in the state of Mississippi) and I had just finished dinner. It was one of my favorite meals, a meal to this day I still feel is the only meal complimented with candle light…Dinosaur Cheesy Mac. I was in the shower now washing my undeniable kick-ass mullet with my doctor prescribed dandruff shampoo when, I suddenly heard the door creak open like so many times before. I knew exactly who it was. He didn’t say a word to me, he never had to. And with the same respect I tried not to make a sound either, it was always easier with as little dialog as possible. Perhaps tonight he would do more than just watch, so I decided to take my chance and offer myself to the only man I knew could do me right. I slowly slid open the shower curtain to reveal my naked self with my undeniable kick-ass mullet. I had already lathered and rinsed but perhaps I could go through it again, it was always his favorite part of the show.
I was in the middle of letting the suds run down my crap-stained butt-crack while at the same time pinching my salami nipples to add just the hint of a tease that would, without a doubt, drive him wild. And I must say it was working, before I could bend over to pick up the soap I noticed the biggest bulge in his pants, and my mouth began to water just thinking of what was behind those overalls. The silence finally broke with the sexiest ‘Southern drawl’ I have ever heard him use, “Yo mama is wurkin late agin tonaht”. During that confession I kept my eyes closed, letting my heart skip a beat, my knees go weak and my undeniable kick-ass mullet remain undeniably kick-ass. When I opened my eyes back up I finally gazed upon what I have been waiting on for over 6 years.
He had unbuttoned his overalls to reveal the most beautiful piece of meat I had ever seen. As he stroked it I witnessed it getting longer and harder right inside his hands, and for the first time I actually felt jealousy for a body part. I could see every vein and with every pulse of it I could feel it inside me…I knew in my heart that this was the night.
I walked out of the shower forgetting to even dry myself or my undeniable kick-ass mullet, and as I went to grab his hand he quickly redirected it to his member, letting that guide me into the bedroom. Then, in a moment that will last forever in my mind, two undeniable kick-ass mullets came together that night. I believe for my sake he wanted to be gentle, considering that I haven’t had a chance to weed-whack my jungle bush yet, but I assured him I wanted to be treated like the tween I was…and that I had been a very bad girl.
It started with him throwing me on the bed and forcing me open, and you could almost see the green stink lines coming off of my jungle bush. It was the first time I had my ankles behind my head (in what he called the ‘Mississippi Pretzel’). And when he shoved it in me I watched my jungle bush split, parting ever so slightly and fully accepting that spear like a Venus Flytrap taking in a dung beetle. Every pump was faster and harder, the steam left over from the shower had mixed with the sweat on my crap-stained butt-crack to create an aroma I will never forget. At one point I thought he was going to break my pelvis! Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he flipped me over on my hands and knees and spread my crap-stained butt-crack. I tried to turn around to witness his facial expression when he forced my head down in the pillow and grabbed my undeniable kick-ass mullet. He held that thing like handle bars, controlling the movement of my head with every thrust.
“If dis is wat heavin is like den jus snuff me nahw!”, I finally shouted into the pillow. To be honest that was the last clear thought I could remember, after that comment everything was combined into one wonderful scene of bliss. I knew when it was close to being over because his moans were growing louder and longer, I just wasn’t sure where to take the load. The only thing I asked him in a single plea was, “please, not on da undeniable kick-ass mullet”. He replied, “I wud neva do dat”. My legs began to shiver, knowing what was about to come from me, and in the most perfect of all timing his climax was incestuously matched by mine as I finally screamed, “DADDY!”
When it was over, we both just laid in bed, breathing heavy but worried to make eye contact, we had just done what is considered normal practice in Mississippi, but I was still nervous. Then before I knew it we both were startled by the sound of jingling keys on the front of the double-wide and we knew Mama was home. I jumped out of that bed almost as fast as he threw me on it and scurried to the door, I turned back to notice him staring at my crap-stained butt-crack as it was shaking with every step…and I couldn’t say I blamed him, I worked long and hard to keep that crap-stain symmetrical. As I jumped into my own bed, sticking to the sheets, I made sure my undeniable kick-ass mullet was in place so that it would not get ruined (I did have a reputation to uphold). I tried to drift off to sleep for hours but my mind was still racing with the events that just took place.
Of course that was the night I knew I would swear off man meat forever. Soon after that I tried out for the softball team (convinced all the girls that my undeniable kick-ass mullet should be in a museum) and started my muff-diving life. I tried everything since that night to replace the feeling of that beautiful piece of tube steak with its perfectly placed genital warts, but nothing compares to that glorious purple headed yogurt slinger, not a cucumber, termite infested tree branch, a Golden Retriever’s head, F-350 drive shaft…nothing could come close. That’s when I decided to start hating the world (mostly men), and unfortunately for the Hallandale Beach P.D. it’s also when I decided to become a cop. And now, every once in a while I’ll walk down stairs to take a look at the people who are doing the work I’m too good for, I mostly come down to view the ’94 picture of our fabulous Police/CSA crew. I wrote a letter to big Tommy one time in an attempt to air brush my undeniable kick-ass mullet on everyone else in the picture to make it the most amazing photo ever taken on the face of the earth, but big Tommy told me there is a lot more memorabilia on the wall and he couldn’t have a crowd gathering around just one. So as I leave you all I can only give one piece of advice (the only thing that ever really helped me). And that is simply…shoot a man in the a**, it’ll get you anywhere you want to go.
Thank you and God Bless….women.

[Unregistered]

Look into the FOP. The brotherhood/sisterhood of our organization, is strong and we stand up for our members, and approach contract negotiations with professional attitude and clarity.

Ken Emanuele
retired NYPD/SCPD
Member Lodge 63, FOP