Questions for the Chief

Chief...when are you going to start holding these do nothing supervisors, administrators, officers and hire-backs accountable for their lack of productivity? Everyone of your real workers sees it and continues to wonder when enough is going to be enough. Kissing your ass is not considered work Chief. If need be; we will continue to call these losers out.

Chief...when are you going to start holding these do nothing supervisors, administrators, officers and hire-backs accountable for their lack of productivity? Everyone of your real workers sees it and continues to wonder when enough is going to be enough. Kissing your ass is not considered work Chief. If need be; we will continue to call these losers out.

before the deputy chief responds with his sarcastic quote about how you and everyone like you sucks and has lousy stats, let me be the first to say that it is, for the most-part, true. everyone is so demoralized at this point that nobody is a ball of fire. but my disagreemen is that blame should rest on the doorstep of the chief's office, where it has been proven that hard work means nothing and politics are what drives advancement. with that standing order in place, who wants to work hard if its not rewarded? we can be do-nothings and not do any worse. i can bust my a$$ and end up humping a zone for my career, or i can do the bare minimum and end up humping a zone for my career, guess which one i'm picking? hell all i have to do is kiss a little a$$ and learn to swallow the proverbial load without gagging and i might make Major.

I doubt Chief or his designee will respond to this inquiry, but only time will tell. This topic title has all the potential to have a good run on this site. Can't wait to see what the future brings. 8)

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.

Chief...could you please help me understand a few things:

1. Why don't part-time officers pay for fuel costs when they have take-home cars?

2. Why do part-time officers even have take-home cars?

3. Why does Nadler have a take-home car when he only works one day a week and your full-time dedicated professional
police officers are scrounging for pool cars every day?

4. Does Mark Antonio know that any of this is going on?

It just seems to me that you should be taking care of the bread and butter of this organization, that being your full-time employees rather than catering to a weekend hobby cop and his volunteer sidekick.

Dear Still Wondering;

It appears your questions have fallen upon deaf ears. However, I believe if the Chief were to respond to your inquiries there would only be one answer. This would be, of course, "Because I'm the Chief and I do what I want. I run this department the way I want, even if it is straight into the ground."

Chief...could you please help me understand a few things:

1. Why don't part-time officers pay for fuel costs when they have take-home cars?

2. Why do part-time officers even have take-home cars?

3. Why does Nadler have a take-home car when he only works one day a week and your full-time dedicated professional
police officers are scrounging for pool cars every day?

4. Does Mark Antonio know that any of this is going on?

It just seems to me that you should be taking care of the bread and butter of this organization, that being your full-time employees rather than catering to a weekend hobby cop and his volunteer sidekick.

1. Why are some of the "full-time dedicated professional police officers" as lazy and ignorant as they are?

2. Why are certain road shifts allowed to be run by the patrol officers and the delta unit just follows instead of leading?

3. Why are the part-timer's stats better than the full-timer's?

4. Does Mark Antonio know that any of THIS is going on?

It just seems that you should not be worrying about the weekend hobby cop (who is a better cop than most of you lazy a$$es) who is leaving soon anyways and start worrying about who your next reason for whining like a little biatch will be.

[quote="Still Wondering":1ecp46g6]Chief...could you please help me understand a few things:

1. Why don't part-time officers pay for fuel costs when they have take-home cars?

2. Why do part-time officers even have take-home cars?

3. Why does Nadler have a take-home car when he only works one day a week and your full-time dedicated professional
police officers are scrounging for pool cars every day?

4. Does Mark Antonio know that any of this is going on?

It just seems to me that you should be taking care of the bread and butter of this organization, that being your full-time employees rather than catering to a weekend hobby cop and his volunteer sidekick.

1. Why are some of the "full-time dedicated professional police officers" as lazy and ignorant as they are?

2. Why are certain road shifts allowed to be run by the patrol officers and the delta unit just follows instead of leading?

3. Why are the part-timer's stats better than the full-timer's?

4. Does Mark Antonio know that any of THIS is going on?

It just seems that you should not be worrying about the weekend hobby cop (who is a better cop than most of you lazy a$$es) who is leaving soon anyways and start worrying about who your next reason for whining like a little biatch will be.[/quote:1ecp46g6]

1. I do agree that we have some lazy ass officers.

2. What road patrol shifts/sergeants are u referring to?

3. You must be referring to Richie Allen and Mike Harrell. They are real cops.

what are you smoking thinking that the weekend hobby cop is a better cop? he writes tickets and rides around with his douchebag sidekick Shemp. WOW that's impressive.

[quote="Still Wondering":zpaxe7nt]Chief...could you please help me understand a few things:

1. Why don't part-time officers pay for fuel costs when they have take-home cars?

2. Why do part-time officers even have take-home cars?

3. Why does Nadler have a take-home car when he only works one day a week and your full-time dedicated professional
police officers are scrounging for pool cars every day?

4. Does Mark Antonio know that any of this is going on?

It just seems to me that you should be taking care of the bread and butter of this organization, that being your full-time employees rather than catering to a weekend hobby cop and his volunteer sidekick.
2. Why are certain road shifts allowed to be run by the patrol officers and the delta unit just follows instead of leading?
[/quote:zpaxe7nt]


The only road shifts I know to have sgts who don't know how to lead would be Traffic and CIU

What do you mean ole sgt pissy-pants is not a leader. He has lead the department in tyranical outbursts, bullying, intimidation and condonscending language for several years now.

[quote="Still Wondering":21dfjrod]Chief...could you please help me understand a few things:

1. Why don't part-time officers pay for fuel costs when they have take-home cars?

2. Why do part-time officers even have take-home cars?

3. Why does Nadler have a take-home car when he only works one day a week and your full-time dedicated professional
police officers are scrounging for pool cars every day?

4. Does Mark Antonio know that any of this is going on?

It just seems to me that you should be taking care of the bread and butter of this organization, that being your full-time employees rather than catering to a weekend hobby cop and his volunteer sidekick.
2. Why are certain road shifts allowed to be run by the patrol officers and the delta unit just follows instead of leading?



The only road shifts I know to have sgts who don't know how to lead would be Traffic and CIU[/quote:21dfjrod]


You left one out. Diaz's shift has a newly appointed (not to be confused with promoted) Sgt that clearly falls into this category.