Police Officers given new list of ultimatums

What I meant by the sacrifice comment was that we need to all stand together, park the cars and not back down to the mayor and RW. Also in my opinion even those who will be hurt by losing income with the off duty work factor should sacrifice and park the car and stand together with us who refuse to bow down to their ultimatums. I am well aware of the future reprocussions of us not standing together now as one, and how that will effect future contracts of employment with the metro govt. and the lives of future officers who will choose for some reason to work for this department.

Hey DH thanks for taking the bullets. You were on of the best of Park Hill. For those of you that cannot get off the Phil Williams crack pipe...get over it. Be police, protect and serve, We will get through this. Park the damn things, John Butts.

PS Troy did you read or just give it back to placate emotions?

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,

If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much,

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

by Rudyard Kipling