To the cops on horseback at the G8 March: learn to ride or at least know when your horse is losing it and get the hell away from peaceful protesters!
Mostly this bitch is on behalf of the driver whose car was backed into by said horsecop. It left a big dent near the front left headlight and I’m not sure if the cops kindly left you a note. Send your repair bill to HRM PD. Lots of witnesses available.—We are Everywhere
This article appears in Apr 22-28, 2010.
is the horse ok, that’s all i cur about
I am not beleiving that great urban metro-polis of Halifax has only 2 Cossack for internal security. How do you keep the Uzbeks in their ghetto?. Even in my village, Novoyachelyabinsk, the organs of state security can call upon entire brigade of Cossack for control of crowd or pogrom. When American actor Jodies Fosters premier his sex comedy “Silence of Lamb” in 2003, death toll was in triple digit. Great success.
” Chris Marinelli is responsible for damage to a Jeep Grand Cherokee, license plate ERP 325 that was parked on South Street”
I hope the horse was okay. Car I don’t care about. Protesters were assholes and should find more productive and constructive ways to change the G8.
ever been around big horses? they are magnificent creatures
Well, the reason police use horses is because they are big and intimidating. Their magnificence is beside the point, the protesters could have done other things to actually make change instead of being attention seeking.
Please don’t go all pre-teen girl horse lover on us, girl of pain. It’s so cliche.
look buddy i like horses and i aint no fuckin girl, i was speaking of them in a general sense, not as law enforcement tools
Is that a fact of why police ride on horseback? Personally I think an armoured van or paddy wagon with flashing lights and sirens is a lot more intimidating than a horse. You can’t bribe a vehicle with a carrot or apple.
I read a book once by a British officer who joined the cavalry regiment that 4 generations of his family had served in. He joined as a young subaltern in the late 1930’s when the unit was making it’s transition from horses to armored cars. Some of the older Col. Bogey types were bemoaning the indignity of having to replace their mounts with “rude mechanical devices”. The young officer’s father, a veteran of WW1 told him, ‘No man who claims to truly love horses can ever regret their absence from the battlefield”.
A line of marching armoured horses bearing down on you, all slavering and grunting, with big scary (and high up) armoured people on top can be a mighty frightening sight. I don’t think police cars and paddywagons instills that type of fear, emotion, grandeur, and dare I say it, magnificence, that a line of big muscular horses do. Also, horses are more maneouverable than cars, probably won’t roll over people (maybe step on), are less likely to be attacked (being animals), and can fight back when they are attacked. I think only a line of tanks would be police horses geared up for riot control.
And girl of pain, you really ought to change your name if you don’t want to be mistaken for female. Also, I was describing a metaphor, not accusing you of being “a fucking girl”, which apparently you seem to take offense to.
And the Napoleonic era of war died out in WWI, Pavillion. The likelihood of having a team of mares barrelling down on us is limited to watching Oliver Stone’s Alexander.
I was attempting to put it into context of police work, not war. Use of horses by police departments is quite popular.
When I see a horse all I think is “a horsey! i wanna give it an apple! weeeee!” not “oh dear god that horse is going to stomp on my ribs and extort me!”
mr. pavillion i am a women not a girl and that is my crime fighting name…offended haha not harf