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Did you get down there with the same speed, the same energy, to find out where the call came from and who was around there? Zip! They’re damned cowards! And they’re useless! As far as I’m concerned, those decision-makers of the Quebec City police who acted on Saturday morning, well, you should be ashamed of how you do your jobs! You do a rotten job of ensuring people’s security. You do a rotten job of taking your duties seriously! You came into the Jean Talon flea market, eh, all of you wearing your chiefs’ coats and your shoulder stripes! A bullshit bunch of police! You went in there and then you turn around and tell me at 11:30 am [in a deep and serious voice] “Okay, I’m a police dog and I’m telling you that everything is safe!” PISS OFF! How did you manage to, hey, is there even one container at the Jean Talon flea market that isn’t shady? […] Is there even one container that isn’t shady? Did you open them all, one at a time, you bunch of assholes? No, eh? Well, that’s why I have nothing but disdain for you and when you talk about security, well, you’re liars! Because real security would mean arresting the asshole who made the call. As far as that goes, you’re too scared. You walk around in your clothes, your bulletproof vests, okay, why – to impress the girls, for what, eh? And that’s not the, listen up you bunch of morons. I’m not talking to the patrollers. You know, there were, even two or three women patrollers who were there to direct traffic; they did their jobs. They’re not the ones who decide to close the streets, that’s what the decision-makers do, the decision-makers. The, the ones who run around in four-by-fours, unmarked or not, with their bulletproof vests and their white shirts and “we’ve got stripes” attitude! Well, you’re liars because you did nothing to find out who or what it was. It took, it took how long there?
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