F.O.P. Should be considered

Some or one of you need to stop throwing up all the smoke in order to confuse people with questions that I can't answer. I have said it before and will say it again I don't know all there is about every agency throughout Florida or the nation that may or may not have had a good experience or a bad experience with FOP or PBA. All I know is what is going on in Hallandale. I don't worry about what others have or have not. I worry about my own and so should all of you. No matter what is said someone can twist it to their liking or disliking. With that said, I hope everyone got their interest card and I have asked everyone to consider sending it in. If you do great, if you don't then it will be obvious that there will not be a majority returned and you don't have to worry about it. Take care and be safe out there.

Sorry but there is a life outside Hallandale but I will try and answer your questions;
#1 I'm not sure of the reason you ask this question. What difference does it make who I am by name. The reason I haven't come public is because, you need to decide for yourself not because of who brought the idea forward. In other words if you think I'm a nice guy then you"ll vote in favor, but if you think I'm a prick then you'll vote against it. But to answer your question honestly, I'm not sure. #2. I have absolutely no information regarding Miami, perhaps that could be a good question for FOP if you decide to listen and ask questions. #3 I do not know of any law that would consider it illegal not to have other unions involved in a search process. Florida is a right to work state.[/quote]

okay so you don't want who you are to affect the votes. thats not what i asked. i asked if you will name yourself after the votes. nice attempt to dodge it though. i venture to guess that you planned on being the hero if the vote came out good and remaining anonymous if the vote went bad, like a true chicken$hit. and if you were concerned about people voting based on their opinion of you, i can safely assume that you know most people already think you are a dou**ebag. thanks for narrowing down my list of "what idiot did this."

Hey FOP Hopeful...its OCTOBER 1. How did those votes go?

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.

Guess the vote didn't go as you planned huh? So are you going to announce your identity?

Hey FOP Hopeful...its OCTOBER 1. How did those votes go?

I will be sure to let you know when the count of interest cards has been completed, thanks for asking.

Guess the vote didn't go as you planned huh? So are you going to announce your identity?

Dear Guest,
When will you understand that this is not a voting process. I will be counting the interest cards and will let you what the out come is. Do yourself a favor and don't wait up for the announcement of my identity. I'm sure you are probably the same person who has already identified me as a "douche bag, coward, spineless, etc...........".

In the privacy of your sanctuary where you sit in front of your computer and naturally without identifying yourself answer one question, Why do you want to know who I am regardless of the out come? I'm looking forward to YOUR answer.

while I am not the "guest" or anyone from any of the above postings, I would like to know who you are so I know who gave my home address out. some of us do all we can to keep our home lives out of the business of others, now with you having passed out my address, and all the other officers in the dept, to anybody only knows who, my peace and comfort in going home to my family has now been compromised.......thanks A$$H0LE.
so...... please make yourself known for that reason.

while I am not the "guest" or anyone from any of the above postings, I would like to know who you are so I know who gave my home address out. some of us do all we can to keep our home lives out of the business of others, now with you having passed out my address, and all the other officers in the dept, to anybody only knows who, my peace and comfort in going home to my family has now been compromised.......thanks A$$H0LE.
so...... please make yourself known for that reason.

Please enough with the drama and theatrics. I will be sure not to use the personnel list to send you or anyone else a Christmas card this year as so many in the past have done. You and everyone else that has nothing better to do than create paranoria and fabricate your so called privacy issues has already been told that it was I who went to Captain Martinez and Sgt Thouez explaining the circumstances surrounding the addresses be solely in my possession, it was I alone who printed the labels at my home, it was I alone who stamped them and placed them in envelopes. It was I alone who rejected the idea of putting a return address on the envelopes so that no one could attempt any method of identifying who the addressee was. It was I alone who placed them within the post office for delivery. So please stop with your conspiracy theory. Your address and name was never given to anyone which includes the FOP so please stop with your idiotic comment about how going home to your family is compromised. If you and the merry men of followers that you continuely have to entertain had any common sense you would know that my attempt to privately provide information to you was not done to "Compromise your peace and comfort in going home to your family". By the way.......YOUR WELCOME.

HEY RON,

WILL YOU PLEASE STOP ACTING LIKE YOUR A MARTYR? COME DOWN OFF YOUR CROSS, COUNT THE 2 CARDS YOU GOT BACK AND GO AWAY.