Philly Po Po

You've got to be kidding me. Why is it that when Philly cops attack they suddenly turn into a marauding band of ballet toe tappers sans rhythm?

Let's start off with, why were so many of them chasing one car and how did they manage to catch up to the "suspects" while negotiating lap fulls of free donuts and coffee?

Secondly, this is the home of Smokin' Joe Frazier and Bernard Hopkins, the Blue Horizon, the Philadelphia Public School System, and if you live in a fantasy world - Rocky Balboa! We were voted the city with the ugliest people in America and We The People are generally annoyed. You'd think that somewhere along the line everyone here would have learned how to throw a punch. Especially the police.

Thirdly, isn't what sets the police apart from the rest of us a little something called training? Physical restraint techniques, the art of fisticuffs, weapons use, crowd control and media shielding? Their behavior makes it appear as though any aging overweight former River Dancer can put on a uniform and kick to their hearts content while humming Celtic whispers of Irish Spring days and Lucky Charms.

In conclusion, if you, as a police officer, wish to keep it old school Rizzo style, when you decide to beat a criminal down (and it is a conscious decision - there is no heat of the moment crap), do it quickly and out of the camera's view, do it so the criminal will remember the beating forever or not remember anything at all, and if the criminal is someone that just killed one of your own - there should be no reason to bring that cop murderer's carcass anywhere other than the Schuykill River for a permanent final cleansing.

As a side note I would like to commend Tariq El Shabazz, the managing director of Germantown Masjia, for denying the burial of cop killer Howard Cain at this neighborhood mosque. Read the story here.