Before the labor movement came along, cops were basically slaves. They weren't allowed meal breaks and were not allowed to vote. Back then cops were expected to cover 20 miles a day on foot and had to carry their lunch in their hats.

Unions- who needs 'em?

Editor's note: The following is the actual want ad posted to recruit police officers back in the days of horses and buggies. If you ever wondered what it is that unions actually do, this is a great example of what working conditions are like when you're an "at-will" employee. Meal breaks? Forget it. There are no breaks. If you get hungry eat that sandwich you're allowed to carry in your hat. Now for the historical want-ad!  "I want you for PEEL’S Police (circa 1839)"

Who protects the Protectors?

City Politicians take gun away from True Blue Sister who is battling terminal cancer - They want her in a forced retirement just months before her 25 years of service - Her Chief went against the order and stood up for this Hero - Now we need to stand up and step up for one of our own!

Big hearts with badges

“'I tell you the truth, when you refused to help the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were refusing to help me.” Supposedly some guy called Jesus of Nazareth said something along those lines while he was preaching across Galilee a couple thousand years back. To understand what the meaning of that translation is all about, you can’t do much better than a recent article from the San Francisco Chronicle about a group of police officers that helped out a homeless family in trouble.

Who's the Boss?

Depending on whom you're talking to, President Obama is a ruthless tyrant, an empty suit or something in the middle. But here's a question for the folks that believe that our 44th President is in fact a tyrannical overlord with no respect for the law or the Constitution. What kind of strongman allows his own employees and appointees to ignore his orders and publicly paint their boss as an idiot? Drug Enforcement Administration Chief Michele Leonhart was testifying yesterday in a closed hearing before a House Appropriations subcommittee.

The Perforated Cross - A true story

The date was May 15th, 1977 when my life changed forever. I was a police officer with the Burbank Police Department in California. Working a special burglary suppression detail in plain clothes, I was driving an unmarked police vehicle. We had been experiencing numerous business burglaries in the Magnolia Park area of Burbank. I was patrolling the alleys behind the businesses, when I felt ill. It was five o'clock in the morning so I drove to the Police Department to request a few hours off. While standing in the Watch Commander's office an alert tone sounded. The alert was dispatched as "Burglary in Progress, Price Club."

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