Cardboard British Police have announced their forces may go on strike during the Christmas and New Year period. Pulp Carton, a Cardboard British Police spokesman, said: "Cardboard police are forced to work 24/7 with no pay or allowances for unsocial or irregular hours. It doesn't help that the government said that savings must be made through the disposal and recycling of over 85% of cardboard police officers, cardboard police motorbikes, cardboard police cars, cardboard police dogs and cardboard Police Stations in the next financial year [2013/2014].
"It's disgraceful that Cardboard police do not qualify for paid leave, training, promotion, a pension, public holidays, maternity leave, maternity pay, parental leave, or statutory sick pay. Unbelievably, they are not entitled to rest or toilet breaks. Even during the winter cardboard police cars and motorbikes are not provided with anti-freeze, windshield washer fluid, petrol, or 'tangible'
lights and indicators."
Attempts were made to ballot Cardboard Police on whether they
want to strike for full industrial rights and equality. However, given that 'Cardboard Officers' are unable to see, to read, to write, to talk, to listen, to remember, to experience emotions, to identify activities involving bullying, dishonesty, deception and criminal activity, or engage in intelligent receptivity, is causing great distress and tension for their families, friends and supporters.
Talks are currently taking place between
the Cardboard
British Police Federation, cardboard union officials and cardboard government officials ahead of strike action planned to start on Monday, December 24, 2012. It's believed that one major sticking point is that cardboard police officers do not have powers of arrest.
A recent public opinion survey has confirmed that the public find 'cardboard' police officers more approachable than 'real' police officers.
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This afternoon I sent an email to a dear friend in Oxford, England.
I've fallen in love again. This time with a human being. She's
beauty personified, wealthy, and fluent in German. I know what you're
thinking? I can't speak German. But I'm besotted! I know! I know! Even
when the sun shines at its brightest, the rain runs down her face, and
her voice is sometimes lofty. I've made an appointment with a doctor to
diagnose her condition. However, believe me, she is like no other. She's
teaching me to 'Goose-Step' to 'Achy Breaky Heart'. I know this may
sound simply-minded, however, every time I mention Gabriel Daniel
Fahrenheit she gets hot under the collar. Any ideas?
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Reflection: I feel a sense of sadness and despair for those
who surmise the need to look down on others through an injudicious sense
of superiority. Some workplaces are populated with so many bullies, pimps and thieves it's hard to breathe air that has clean hands and a clear conscience.
