As part of POLICE Magazine's Maggie Award-winning State of Law Enforcement series, I wrote a feature story on police policies. Any objectivity I might have mustered in that piece was hard earned, as a primary reason for my pulling the pin and getting the hell out of Dodge in the first place was the promulgation of asinine policies I was witnessing within the law enforcement community. The longer I stayed on the job, the more likely I'd get my tit in a wringer over one of them and end up losing much more than I was otherwise willing to jeopardize (like, say, my life).
Liberated from such strictures, these days I am also largely free to write of what I want, as I want—the usual inhibiters withstanding. And I'll admit, there's been a time or two that I've used a choice pejorative herein when I didn't need to simply because I still bristled against the stifling protocols imposed by the sheriff's department. These days, I try to minimize the B.S. while refraining from spelling it out, too.










