Walking out of Petco today, I paused to see whether oncoming traffic would stop at the clearly marked stop sign. The woman in the minivan did, and I let her pass by.
Behind her, Hamchop McHog in his state-funded SUV, looking like every cop I've ever seen, pulled forward. He looked me right in the eye. He coasted straight through the stop sign without stopping and went blithely on to go fuck a donut or beat an innocent Black man or whatever it is cops do when they're on the prowl. Right in the eye. He knew there was nothing I could do but watch him blatantly violate the law and he gave me that little shit-eating grin that says he can fuck around forever without ever finding out.
If police defenders want me to consider not abolishing the police, they need to make it so that cops have to obey stop signs. Because that's my broken-window theory of policing. If you let the pigs get away with little piddly shit like stop signs or speeding, then you'll let them get away with murder.
Porky there should have been terrified of me. He should have stopped and let me walk out in front of him even if he didn't have to (and, for the record, he should have let me go because pedestrians have the right of way at stop signs; strike two for the bacon double cheeseburger). He should live every day in fear that he's violated some law and will lose his job.
Fuck the police.