Straight Up On Da Real
First Thangs First.
Before I Get This Rig Rollin.
Regarding Editing.
Or
Lack There Of.
My Bad.
I Ain't Gonna Lie.
I Hate Editing.
That Said I Actually Spend Over An
Hour A Blog Strictly On The Editing
Side Of This Insane Diatribe I Call My
Blog.
Between Fighting With This Blogger Dot Medium
And
My Own Typo's.
At Times The Mission Of Editing Actually Begins
A Hyper Mach Melting Of White Brain Cells.
The Excuse.
Then Throw Into The Equation That Every Blog
I Have Authored Is Composed On Public Computers
As I Do Not Own A Computer.
Depending Where I Decide To Write.
Either The College Or The University.
Time Limits On A Particular Computer Is A
Designated Realty.
Then There Is The Hacker Element.
Depending On What Computer And Where.
Hackers Specifically One Hacker In Particular
Ad's To The Battle Field Intensity.
But Not To Worry.
I Actually Have Set Protocol Regarding The Final
Edit.
After Many Proof Reads At The Designated Computer
Of The Day Hoping That Whatever Editing I Have Deployed.
Hoping Upon Hope That All Is Well In The Editing Phase
Of That Dayz Particular Blog.
The Final Proof Takes Place On 'Sammi Gal' My Android
That Evening.
Then It Happens.
I See The Mistakes That Require
One More Final As Were Editing Job.
Designated Protocol At This Point Requires
The Following Day To Move Forward With
Whatever Corrections Need To Be Made.
I Fire Up Whatever Computer I Choose For That Day.
Check Stats.
Then It Happens.
All Protocol Is Tossed Out Da Window.
And
Away I Go Authoring Another Blog.
Will My Wild Self Ever Change
And Adhere To Set Protocol Regarding
This Blog Thang ?
Probably Not.
So There Ya Have It.
Regarding 'Poe'
When One Is Confronted By 'Poe'.
It Is At That Very Instance Where One's
Entire Vocabulary Is Tossed To The Side
Of The Road.
One's Verbal Interaction Regarding To 'Poe'
Breaks Down To 14 Words.
"Yes Sir".
"No Sir".
"I Decline To Answer That Question Without
The Presence Of An Attorney".
One Must Adhere To This Set Protocol.
No Matter What One's Socioeconomic Position
In Life Is.
Seemingly Those Higher Up On The Socioeconomic
Ladder Feel That They Are Outside Of This Set Verbal
Protocol.
Becoming Stupid With The Patrol Officer With
Idiot Statements Such As:
"Don't You Know Who I Am"
"I Want To Speak With You're Supervisor".
"I'll Have You're Job Buster".
In Regards Speaking With Patrol Officers
Supervisor.
Trust Me On This.
The Last Person Ya All Wanna
Speak With Is Sargent.
Sargent Ain't Playin.
Fact Of The Matter.
Big Fat No To All Of The Above.
For When One Is Confronted By 'Poe'.
The Absolute First On One's Agenda Is
Nothing But The Utmost Respect For 'Poe'.
For You See As Any Hard Core Street Thug
Will Tell You.
Without A Doubt 'Poe' Is The Tuffest Gang
In The City.
Bare None.
Straight Up.
'Poe's' Main and Only Mission Forward Is To
Arrest People For Breaking The Law.
Serving and Protecting What Ever Community.
TPD In Action Serving and Protecting Thanks Guyz
It's A Game.
You All Up Into Spreading Dirt Out Here In Da
Street.
"Poe's' Job Is To Catch and Arrest You.
'Poe' Is Not Detaining You On A Social Level.
"Poe' Is not Bored and Wants To Engage Conversation
With You.
As Well What Part Of The Following Are Ya All Not Clear On.
Like Dis.
'Poe' Strapping Serious Sidearm.
Tightly.
Uncomfortably.
Secured Around 'Poe's' Waist Is A Cumbersome
Wide Thick Leather Belt.
On This Wide Thick Cumbersome Leather Belt Hangs
Pounds Of Every Conceivable Instrument Known To
Man In Regards To Self Preservation.
If All That Was Not Enough.
'Poe' Is Encompassed Around His Torso In Kevlar.
Not The Most Comfortable Upper Attire Especially
Out Here In The Treacherous Desert.
Feel Me?
So Far?
So.
What Cha Gonna Tell 'Poe' Einsteins?
14 Simple Words Spoken With The Very Utmost
Of Respect.
I'm Fortunate.
I'm A White Boy From Da Hood.
The Ghetto Of South Central, Los Angeles,
California.
Best Upbringing In The World.
If 'Poe' Is Lucky.
Not.
He Will Catch A Patrol
Detail In The Hood/Ghetto.
When I Was Growing Up In Da Hood The
Environment Was Wild To Say The Least.
At That Particular Space In Time
South Central Was Split 60/40.
Forty Percent Caucasian.
Sixty Percent Somewhat Evenly Split
Black Folk/Mexican Folk.
Today That South Central Hood Is 98%
Black and Hispanic.
Jobs Are On The Way Down Low.
As Such Street Enterprises Mainly The Trafficking
Of The Narcotics Trade Prevail As The Major
Source Of Income.
As Well The Lucky Patrol Officer That Has The
Detail Of Calling The Hood His Beat Is Looked
At In The Most Hateful Of All Possibility.
The Bottom Line.
As If Police' Job Is Not Difficult Enough.
Literally Putting One's Life On The Line Daily.
Today His Chosen Profession Is That Much Harder
With Both The Media and Citizens Holding Police
Under The Public Microscope.
Furthering The Absolute Danger Involved In
This Thankless Job.
In Essence.
'Poe' Doesn't Know Whether To
Fuck Fight Or Fart.
But One Thang For Sure.
'Poe' Is Not Going To Allow Themselves
To Be Hurt Out Here and Surely Die Out
In Da Street Performing Their Duties.
As Well.
Whatever Ones Thinks Regarding 'Poe'
When Your Confronted With Violence.
Theft.
Whatever.
Who Ya Gonna Call?
'Poe'
Show Some Respect.
What Amazes Me The Most Is How The
Media Talks In Regards To This Nations Hood's.
In So Much As These Talking Heads Haven't
One Scintilla Of An Iota Of A Clue
Regarding Da Hood.
For The Most Part These Talking Heads Employed
In Americas Bought and Sold News Media
Organizations Today Are Nothing More Than Jaded Performers.
Clueless As It Were To Real Deal Situations Of Every
Day Life.
These Paid Actors Are Of
Middle To Upper Class Origins.
For The Most Part.
Clueless In Regards To
Actual Suffering
And Poverty.
Again America.
Here The Pop.
The Distinct Noise You Will
Hear As Your Head Exits
Your Ass.
America.
Turn Off
The
Bought
And
Sold.
And
Wake Da Fuck Up.
I Certainly Hope I Have Been Clear.
Ryan. Out.
