Assault and Mammary

By Jim Hagarty
2015

As if the world wasn’t dangerous enough, now cops are being attacked by women’s breasts and this just isn’t right. (Actually, in the case here described, it was the left one.)

Leave it to women to find a way to employ those vital life-giving glands to beat up male officers of the law. In Hong Kong, a female protester has been found guilty of assaulting a police officer with that well-known weapon: her breast. The woman was convicted of using her chest to bump the right arm of a chief inspector as the officer tried to control a protest in March. She claimed that what had actually happened was the officer took the opportunity in the midst of the chaos to reach over and grab her breast but fortunately, a wise deputy magistrate saw through that feeble lie and told her that what she had done was a malicious act.

Now, I am not a police officer and any place that hired me to be one would be very poorly protected from wrongdoers, but I think even I would have a little trouble going back to the police station and telling the other officers that I had just been attacked by a breast. The others would be getting treated after being hit by rocks, bricks and wooden objects. Some would be trying to recover from awful kicks to the groin by young people in steel-toed boots. Others would have been slashed by sharp objects of various descriptions. Some would be rushed to hospital. But a hush would come over the room when someone asked Chief Inspector Jim Hagarty what had happened to him, since I was displaying no visible wounds.

“Well,” I would say between tears. “A young woman smacked my arm with her breast.” The room would break out in groans of dismay and calls for revenge, but I would have none of it.

“Don’t worry,” I would say. “I have charged her and she will pay for her crime.” As obviously she should. Nothing can restore the chief inspector’s peace of mind, but at least this conviction in court is a start.

In time, it is hoped, that boob boo on his arm will heal enough to let him get on with his life.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.