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    BREAKING NEWS❌

    Atlanta Police Walkout In Protest Following Murder Charge Against Officer Who Shot Rayshard Brooks

    The head of Atlanta’s police union confirmed Wednesday June 17th, 2020 that officers from the Atlanta Police Department in Zones 3 and 6 walked off the job Wednesday afternoon.  

    Vince Champion, southeast regional director of the International Brotherhood of Police officers, said that police officers had stopped answering calls midshift, in response to charges against Officer Garrett Rolfe who is accused of murdering Rayshard Brooks in Atlanta.

    Police are doing what they call the BlueFlu: a strike action, especially among police officers, in which workers are absent on the pretext of “sickness”.

    #WAKEUP

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    cipheramnesia

    Good. They can just stay gone.

    stubbornseedling

    Can’t remember where I saw it, but someone said “people like to say ‘not all cops are like that!,’ but these walkouts are the cops going, “no, it really is all of us.”

    dovewithscales

    Take a moment to appreciate that the result of one cop who undeniably murdered someone being charged with a crime is all the other cops staging a mass protest.

    Every cop who walks off the job is saying “I refuse to do my job unless it’s legal for me to murder people whenever I want.”

    sociallyawkwardpotatos

    Police leaving their posts as if that’s not what we’ve always wanted

    softblockwashere-deactivated202

    Would also be really annoying if they wore heat resistant gloves to throw back the hot tear gas canisters and if this got shared to all those protesting…

    honestmerchantsailor

    Would be a further shame if people started covering cameras (as seen in Hong Kong, with protestors using poles and rakes to lift cardboard boxes over security cameras), blinding drone optics with laser pointers, and flooding police-run reporting apps with junk data.

    It would be a shame if the protesters noted that plainclothes cops can be identified a number of ways, such as wearing steel-toed boots; an armband or wristband of a particular color; driving white, black, or dark blue cars with concealed lights; or having the outline of cuffs visible in the back pocket or the bumps of an armor vest’s shoulder straps under their shirt.

    It would be a shame if the protesters began making their signs out of inch-thick plywood to stop rubber bullets, forming a tight shield wall to prevent police from singling out and mobbing individual protesters. It would be a shame if the people behind the shield wall held up umbrellas so that tear gas canisters fired over the heads of the front line will be bounced away. It would be a shame if protesters began constructing improvised armor vests out of duct tape, hardback books, and ceramic tiles.

    It would be a shame if protesters started wearing safety glasses, hard hats, respirators, and gardening gloves, all of which can be found at the same hardware stores as the plywood. It would be a shame if they started using traffic cones (the kind without the hole in the top) upside-down buckets, or other improvised lids to contain tear gas by placing them over the canisters.

    It would be a shame if protesters learned that police scanners are legal to own in the US, allowing them to learn where police are moving and what routes they intend to take. It would be a shame if they discovered that these scanners can be used to send as well as receive, allowing them to flood the scanner frequencies with noise.

    All this would be a terrible, terrible shame.

    wendell-or-something

    a word of caution about the plywood though… I just reblogged a post earlier today saying that if a rubber bullet hits that and shatters it, the splinters can put you in more danger. depending on how you’re holding it up, it can also damage your arm if you’ve strapped it on somehow, and carrying a shield can make you a target for them to shoot things at, so it might actually be safer on the whole if you don’t try to construct a shield, counter intuitive though that may seem.

    caitas-cooing

    It’d be a shame if I reblogged this and people read it

    clientsfromhell

    Me: “How can I help you today, ma'am?

    Cl
    ient: “Is e-mail internet”?

    Me: “I beg your pardon?”

    Client: “Is e-mail on the internet? I have no internet, can I still read my e-mail?”

    Me: “Well yes, you must be able to get online to view your e-mail.”

    Client: “Oh, dear. I can’t see my e-mail.”

    Me: “Well, let’s see. Can you open up Internet Explorer for me and tell me what you see?”

    Client: “Open what?”

    Me: “Your browser, can you open up your browser?”

    Client: “My…my…?”

    Me: “What you click on when you want to browse the internet?”

    Client: “I don’t use anything, I just turn my computer on, and it’s there.”

    Me: Okay. Do you see the little blue ‘e’ icon on your desktop?”

    Client: “You mean I have to start writing letters again?”

    Me: “I’m…what, I’m sorry?”

    Client: “I don’t have any pens at my desk. I just want my e-mail again.”

    Me: “No, ma'am, your desktop, on your computer screen. Can you click on the little blue ‘e’ on your computer screen for me?”

    Client: Oh, this is too much work. I’m too upset. Just send me my e-mail. Can’t you send me my e-mail?”

    Me: “We…okay, ma'am. Can you tell me what color the lights are on your router right now?”

    Client: “My what?”

    Me: “The little box with green or possibly a couple of red lights on it right now - it’s most likely near your computer?”

    Client: “Lights and boxes, boxes and lights, just get my e-mail for me.

    Me: “My test is showing that you should be able to get online right now. Can you tell me what you’re seeing on your computer screen?”

    Client: “It’s been the same thing for the last two hours.”

    Me: “An error message?”

    Client: “No, just stars. It’s black and moving stars.”

    Me: “…Do you see your mouse next to your keyboard?”

    Client: “Yes.”

    Me: “Move it for me.

    Cl
    ient: “Move it?”

    Me: “Yes. Move it.”

    Client: “My e-mail!”

    mer-squared

    This post gave me a fucking ulcer.

    deluxeloy

    Human: Deal.

    Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade…

    Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.

    Fey: I know, I know. Let’s hope the price wasn’t too much for you after all… Only time will tell.

    Human: So, when do we start?

    Fey: …If I may ask you to elaborate?

    Human: You said you wanted my firstborn.

    Fey: Yes? And you agreed?

    Human: Yeah, so, when do we start?

    Fey:

    Fey, blushing: Ah.

    hayleyolivia

    So good. It deserved some art. 😊

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    hockeylvr42

    The faster you scroll the better it gets

    dahbeeh

    i'm am idiot and i love myself so I scrolled up and down this post multiple times

    Actually genuinenly enjoying my customer service job sometimes

    Customer (calling from Ireland): “Yes hello, I would like to -”

    Sheep in the background: *gentle baa*

    Customer: “Uh, sorry, what I want to do is -”

    Sheep: *slightly more insistent baa*

    Customer: “No, not now! -cough- Excuse me. I have a reservation and -”

    Sheep: *VERY LOUD ACCUSATORY BAA*

    Customer: Arnulf! Please be quiet, I am on the phone! … Sorry, I sincerely apologize on behalf of Arnulf.”

    me: “I love and forgive him.”

    Customer: “Don’t, he doesn’t deserve it. Anyway, I’m calling about -”

    Arnulf: *small, very self-satisfied baa*