I received a ticket today. As a government employee I am painfully aware how federal and state funding is at its annual end, and the police are prodded to extract revenue from the masses by playing a ridiculous game of numbers. Thirteen miles over the speed limit was the arbitrary number of the day. While in suburbanite cities such a speed could be hazardous to children at play; but on highways it is typically (as it was this day) the flow of traffic. The blue lights flicker and for a moment I feel as if I were a commodity.
It was only a month ago that two children were murdered around about a local apartment complex with no police to save them from their notoriously domestically abusive parents. From where I sit there are uninvestigated crimes committed by the residence within my neighborhood that are far from hidden away from the authorities. Drug sales, spousal violence, incestuous molestation, arson, and on infinitum with not a balking from those that vow to serve and protect. Instead, all the day long they slothfully lounge in their parked cars awaiting in hovels to pounce on the hard-working bill-paying citizenry. They have prostituted their souls to a capitalistic system where law and order has been whittled down to the lowest common denominator. The all mighty dollar.