Fuck Tha' Police

Fuck them! I hate fucking pigs. HATE THEM!
Josh and I put our heads together and figured out something was not right in the house. On Monday morning the kitchen window was wide open, and the front door slightly ajar. Tonight I found a few things missing; forty dollars, four credit cards, and some other little things. I know, my fault for leaving these things out.
I was getting into bed when I realized the credit cards were missing so I called the credit card companies to have them cancel the cards. The fucking lowlife assholes who stole them went to a gas station and tried to withdraw money from an ATM. I don't even know my pin for those cards! They didn't tell me and I forgot to ask how much was charged to the one card.
After consulting with the credit card people I decided to call the mother fucking pigs and file a report. The went to Haight instead of Hayes. Two by two the pigs came marching, four total. The last two were total assholes. Officer Tarbox (are you kidding me?) basically was wondering what I was expecting because there's nothing they could do about it.
Drop the gun and the badge bitch and I will put you on the floor before you can say Tarbox. I couldn't fucking believe this guy. Did he think I was fucking bored at four in the morning and wanted some company? These fucking no talent, wanna be important, power tripping, IQ of a Tarbox, tea baggers come in to my house wake up my house mate (after I told them he's sleeping in that room) and repeat to me at least twice, "I don't know what you want us to do, cause there's nothing we can do." To which I reply "Yeah I know [Asshole] you've already said that."
I was expecting a little bit more from San Francisco's finest. Maybe they should take those broom sticks out of their tarbox before they hurt themselves.