A bit harsh on them Southerners, PW.

They are some of the nicest, friendliest, most generous folk around. I once had a battery on my Yamaha short out a couple of cells in Roan Mountain Tennessee, and waited by the side of the road for just 20 minutes before some locals came by and helped get my bike picked up and trailered to a shop. Meanwhile, they shared their dinner and coffee with me, a total stranger.

This pic could be from anywhere. I've seen some portly Portland police (heh. I made a funny) here in Oregon, but nothing with the girth and flab of this monstrosity.

Munching down on a teradactyl leg and guzzling a diet barrel of soda in public doesn't help the image of professionalism most law enforcement agencies would like to convey, either.