That was the illustrious, courageous coward and intellectual idiot, Superintendent fancy pants, lashing out at his own police force. Nice, real nice. Um, Fancy Pants, it is a small segment of police officers- it is the vast majority of them. They despise you. You offended us from day one- when you dared wear our uniform- a uniform you never earned the right to wear.
But, we know you have to polish your apple and make your resume look good for the next job you get. What better way, than to blame the employees for your mishaps, misdeeds, and your utter failure. It is not your fault morale is in the toilet. It is not your fault the police officers fear for their jobs and freedom just by doing what they are supposed to do. It is not your fault… ah what’s the use.
Fancy Pants, you have destroyed the Chicago Police Department. Because of you there is no pride; only fear and loathing. You just don’t get it. I will say this- on the day you crawl out of your office in shame and disgrace there will be one big joyous party. It will be a three day bender. A party unlike any other. A citywide party. A party to end all parties.
Too bad there are no phone booths left in the city. You will have no place to hold your going away party.