Selling My Books on the Streets of Brooklyn 12/13

RIP Officer Peter Figoski, 47, 22-year NYPD veteran, father of four daughters (20,18,16,14), killed in the line of duty by a creep whose rap sheet is a mile long and who was recently released on his own recognizance after a drug bust. I know the administration of justice is often complex and that the judge may have been compelled by other circumstances than knee-jerk liberal reaction, but it is particularly infuriating when such decisions lead to the most horrible outcome. Figoski will not be at the wedding of any of his girls, and that career criminal, who is also a suspect in a shooting in North Carolina, will probably live a long life behind bars on the public's dime. I suppose there will be silence from the Reverends Sharpton and Jackson. They probably will not the praise the heroic restraint of Pigoski's partner, Officer Glenn Estrada, who did not gun down the suspect while apprehending him. And I guess we can expect the likes of Ed Asner and Susan Sarandon to make a martyr of the slimeball in the future, as they have of Mumia Abu Jamal, the Philadelphia cop killer, who slew Officer Daniel Faulkner in 1981 and recently escaped the death penalty when officials threw in the towel after 30 years of appeals. The extreme left considers such men "political prisoners" rather than the common murderers they are. It is an outrage. And for the morons celebrating the assassination of a cop, these felons would put a bullet in anyone who stood in their way, regardless of skin color. They are your enemy, not the authorities. Wake up!