It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.
Tax Dollars at Work
Yeah, I'm always upset to see tax dollars being wasted. I think that the police (especially in NYC) are basically an army, only with more power to restrict our rights, at gunpoint if need be. Where I disagree with you is when you freaked out about an inanimate object. Sure, guns are can be dangerous if mishandled, but it isn't like the cop had it out and was playing with it. A holstered gun is about as dangerous as a box of puppies.