Zeek Arkham 🇺🇸

This is my AMFest recap.

It was truly an honor and pleasure to meet so many of you, talk to you, take pictures with you, and even give out hugs.

I was amongst my people: Christian patriots who love this country and our freedoms.

It was bittersweet because Charlie wasn’t there, but it made us celebrate him. Huge thank you to @TPUSARISE for allowing me to be a part of it!

I truly appreciated all the love this weekend. God bless you all!

This dude wants “street justice.” I don’t think he knows what he’s asking for…

Black privilege is a thing. If this chick can be this upset about nothing, then black privilege is real.

Yeah… no.

This isn’t broken windows policing.

When I was on a foot post actually doing broken windows policing, it was for quality of life summonses. A summons where we could run someone’s name for a legitimate offense and see what came back. That’s how we got actual criminals off of the streets.

This is harassing someone just for the sake of “production.”

But… this is what the job is now. Actual criminals are protected. Law abiding citizens who commit very minor offenses are stopped and summonsed.

But… this is what NYC voted for. You didn’t want law and order; you wanted feelings and free stuff. You didn’t want “tough on crime.” You wanted “defund the police.”

You made this bed; get real comfortable in it.

So, how would Officer Arkham have handled a drunk (allegedly) lady with a dog dancing out in the street?

- Get out of the car. Walk towards her smiling. Maybe dance with her for a few seconds.

- “Ma’am… can we speak over here (modding towards the sidewalk) really quickly?”

- “Hi, I’m Zeek. What’s your name? Okay, can you do me a really big favor? I sincerely don’t want anything to happen to you or your dog. Can we dance on the sidewalk instead of the street? You’re a nurse? I’m a huge supporter of nurses. Thank you for all you do. I hope your foot gets better. Thank you so much. Have a great night.”

- Get back in the car. Tell my partner he’s buying coffee and donuts. Complain about how I got my 28 denied and now the wife is gonna bitch at me.

- The end.