Usually, two things happen to bullies when they become adults: they either become drug dealers or they become police officers.
Which field the bully ultimately chooses into depends largely on whether or not his parents went to University. If Mom was a nurse and Dad was a big business executive, the damned bastard that threw a can full of soda at you in the stairwell will someday go for his shiny little badge. If Dad was never around and Mom sucked off random guys for food stamps, the little a-hole who mercilessly taunted and humiliated you in high school will eventually start growing weed in his closet. Of course, the only person who has a more predictable life than a high school bully is the most sexy-bodied blonde cheerleader on the skank squad. (She, naturally, will have gained 2-4 children and 80lbs by her 27th birthday.)
You have to consider the messed up ways in which their mind-bogglingly tiny brains work. Sometimes that means you have to consider what the nasty little s**t was doing in high school. Likely, he was bullying anybody he considered to be "beneath" him. Imagine the smarmiest little twit you went to school with. If he was dressed nice by his improbably rich parents, had an incredibly sissy sounding name, and nearly always backed down if someone tougher stood up to him, it’s likely he joined the force. Or imagine the "gangster" guy who beat you up every few days and said nasty things to you whenever you walked by, and openly humiliated you in front of anyone within a 50 foot radius. Yeah, he probably decided to go for a blue uniform too.
Basically, a cop is nothing more than an adult version of the average bully you dealt with in your school days, with a badge pinned on his chest. Stand up to him now, though, and you’ll find yourself sitting behind bars for a long time after 5 of them pinned you to the ground and shoved a taser up your ass.
A police officer’s job isn’t to ‘serve and protect.’ A police officer’s job is to give people hell for the pettiest crap and screw around with the average, every day John who forgot to buckle his seat belt on his way to work.
If you want someone to protect you from rapists, robbers, burglars, and murders, don’t call the cops. Get a dog.



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