My Friend Was Raped By a Cop

Nine years ago friend of mine was murdered, in his own home, in the presence of his 3-year-old son, while his 90-year-old grandmother, a former Army nurse, a "If-you-love-your-freedom-thank-a" WWII veteran, watched in handcuffs from the living room floor. The murderer was never brought to justice, never even put on leave while his buddies conducted a travesty of an investigation. The murderer, is, in fact, still on the force, license to kill still firmly pinned to his chest.

Whenever I dare to publicly criticize the men and women who would be gods, someone invariably accuses me of having "issues" with police. Yeah, I say, I've got issues.