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Monday, March 6, 2017

Private Big Cock

I still can't talk real well and the coughing fits are abundant. Ugh. I had recovered nicely for about three days and now on Monday...retro. That means going backwards. So in honor of retro sickness, I am giving you another throwback. Why? Because it's easy. And tomorrow's post is...well, whew...you will want to tune in. Fo sho.

So...I know all you guys are thinking...oh, I have something for that sore throat. Sickos. I beat you to the punch...here is a little Private Big Cock for you to swallow...

RETRO....patrol call...from the "lost" journals...full of stark reality and some issues leading into tomorrow's post...

Officer Friday and I both talked about the fight we were about to endure. We did this all in front of him...the dude we were there to see about a disturbance. He didn't even know we were there. He had checked out and spun into some angry hulk like personoid. We were called about a strangling incident, someone uncontrollably drunk, broken walls, a man running in the street yelling and chasing girls in the area, and a scared roommate. It was all jumbled and we were there to figure it out.

Officer Billboard told us his friends claimed he was working out about 5 hours a day. He had drank an unknown tankage of liquor. I mean tankage as in LOTS...more than the usual two. He was very muscular and psychotic. A handful. I didn't have much of a plan, but I had had enough. He had really scared a lot of neighbors and his occupants to the point that two military buddies couldn't control him nor calm him down.

My thoughts? I think he had a little more something than alcohol mixed in there...like "roids", but who was I? Just a dumb cop.

ME: Get up. You are going to jail.

He complied. He put his hands behind his back, laughing like a hyena, telling us he would twist off at any moment. And he told me he wanted to be referred to as "Private Big Cock".  I couldn't be that formal outloud, but somewhat obliged by acknowledging it in the affidavit.

PRIVATE BIG COCK: I could outrun you both even handcuffed.

ME: Yep. You win.

So...we took him to jail. He ranted about his BIG COCK all the way to jail. As if I wanted to know. Somehow, most men can tell the only thing I care about as a cop...is the size of their penis. Not only did he have a big self-proclaimed penis or "cock" as he emphasized...he had an annoying personality when under the influence. He talked about how he would take on all the cops. We were not impressed and had heard it many times before. He carried on and on, despite our warnings to behave in jail.

He never had been arrested. This was virgin territory. Surprisingly, he was excited about it.

A model citizen.

Now he was being booked in for a felony. In an instant, a person can go from hero to zero. It was becoming too common.

DEPUTY EAGLE FLYER tried to talk to him since he had served at the same time in the same places with PRIVATE BIG COCK.

There was no reasoning.

PRIVATE BIG COCK mooned DEPUTY EAGLE FLYER and tried to spit on him, telling him he was "shit" and a disgrace to his country. Even though I am not the smartest crayon in the box...me thinks this was about to be a bad idea. But...I politely handed him off to the detention facility. Seriously, everyone should be able to experience the "biggest cock in all the land."

The next day, DEPUTY EAGLE FLYER told me PRIVATE BIG COCK was still incarcerated and when he woke up, politely tapped on his holding cell and asked where he was and if he could have a glass of water. He was very sober and polite as deputies explained to him the situation and let him read his affidavit.

Sadly, Private Big Cock was very upset at his own behavior and became very humbled in his cell. He muttered that he was really embarrassed at treating police as he did and his vulgar nature was something his mother would not approve. He talked to Deputy Eagle Flyer at length. I think the DO offered some good advice and hopefully Private Big Cock got some help when he got out.

DEPUTY EAGLE FLYER told me the moment a soldier snaps is unknown to them and to anyone else around them. No one knows what is going to trigger it. He said he had no faith in the way the government and the VA handle soldiers coming back home and he fears this same one will get lost in the cracks. PTSD strikes many of our veterans and is a common tragedy. He felt Private Big Cock had a dose of reality mixed with substances and then snapped.

We were seeing a lot of it lately and it was all over the page from suicidal ideologies to domestic issues. Sometimes, it was a barricaded incident. Nevertheless, we all despised it because it was more of a medical issue than a police issue. However, we had certain ways to deal with things and when you choke someone out, what could the cops do? Sure, the case can be dismissed and filed in other manners, but the police had to take things as a reactive action. And what about the friend who thought life was over when his buddy choked him out? It's a horrible situation on both sides.

Deputy Eagle Flyer was right. The soldiers weren't getting the help they needed, nor did they seek it out when their pride was too much. Additionally, when they did seek out help, the waits were way too long and by then it wasn't doing any good. It made us all frustrated and angry.

Today Private Big Cock was polite, nice, and a model citizen...someone we can be proud of that served our country.

Tomorrow...he might be Vincent D'nofrio and we may not know until we are called to service at his home. Unfortunately, PTSD can be dangerous for the person going through it, loved ones, and us.



I hope one day our country will be able to provide better services and get veterans the help they need...like sooner than later.

In the meantime, we just respond.

Unconditionally.

5 comments:

Bob G. said...

Momma Fargo:
I'm hoping you get better really soon.
As for the story...I agree with the PTSD, and certainly, he was a real Jekyll & Hyde (however large his man-bits may have been).
The overmedication to solve these problems only seems to create more (imho).
And those who attempt that kind of "self-medication" never achieve whatever relief they may be looking for.
Very good story.

Roll safe down there, Kiddo.

Mad Jack said...

I'm sorry to hear you're sick again. Sometimes the crud just won't go away and let you the hell alone. You've got to take some pills and show it you mean business.

PTSD and the problems associated with mental illness are systemic to our society. The stigma of being mentally ill tends to prohibit any kind of help from society as a whole. Consider that since you have the semi-terminal crud, I'll keep my distance from you (different counties is good, different States is better) but you'll have no trouble getting served at the local pharmacy, urgent care facility, or emergency room.

Some years ago it was established that mental illness really and truly is a physical illness (the shape and activity of the brain changes), yet it continues to be treated separately from other illnesses. A truly sad state of affairs.

Police generally lack patience, which is necessary in dealing with the mentally ill. Thankfully in this case that wasn't so. I hope the man got the help he needed.

My congratulations to the police who handled this case. They all did a truly stellar job.

Old NFO said...

PSTD is real. And no, the VA isn't doing a good job... Many deal with it privately, without problems, but some 'do' flip...

Well Seasoned Fool said...

PTSD is usually accompanied by sleep disorders. Lack of sleep plus judgement juice? Well, let's just say it is no fun for anyone.

Cheryl said...

Sorry to hear you can't ditch the bug that is plaguing you. I have talked to several friends here that have had several rounds of this nasty virus. Seems it just keeps coming back like a bad house guest.

As for Private Big Cock...I was really think that he was just a jerk until you got to the part about his military background. Then it became sad. I hope that he resolved his legal issues and got back on track in finding some help.