Dealing with FRUSTRATION in Life
Frustrating isn't it. You're trying to do your job protecting a thin blue line around the biggest plutocratic organisation the world has ever seen, the G20. All of a sudden without warning a bunch of c*nts (pardon my French but that is a police term I'd imagine) arrive, start objecting to their enslavement and the destruction of the world at the hands of said Plutocrats. They start singing, even SHOUTING, and generally getting on your tits.
But that's not all. To cap it off some 'protesters' aren't even protesting. They're just average citizens going about their daily business.
"Didn't we scare those numpties enough to make them stay home", you think.
I am sure you will agree it's certainly enough to make even the most experienced brown shirt, I mean bobby, see red.
So... faced with this terrible frustration what do you do?
Well of course we all know the answer, just ask your sergeant if you've forgotten. Whip out your baton - try and not think about the lovely long hard smooth shaft until you're back in your panda car - and start twatting people.
But that's not all. To cap it off some 'protesters' aren't even protesting. They're just average citizens going about their daily business.
"Didn't we scare those numpties enough to make them stay home", you think.
I am sure you will agree it's certainly enough to make even the most experienced brown shirt, I mean bobby, see red.
So... faced with this terrible frustration what do you do?
Well of course we all know the answer, just ask your sergeant if you've forgotten. Whip out your baton - try and not think about the lovely long hard smooth shaft until you're back in your panda car - and start twatting people.
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