Authorities of the Liberia National Police (LNP) yesterday launched what they called a tactical operation, code name “Operation Guardian Angel.” According to an LNP release, the operation is intended to address the high incidence of criminal activities during the holiday celebrations.The LNP calls on the public to cooperate with the police by reporting any suspected criminal activities in their communities. Operation Guardian Angel commenced on December 1 and will be active up to January 15, 2017. It will entail the deployment of police officers at strategic intersections and other places to provide assistance to the physically challenged, pregnant women, and the elderly who will be crossing major roads. The presence of police officers will also serve as a deterrent to criminals, who may want to inflict harm on peaceful individuals.“The operation will also address the problem of traffic congestion and conduct surveillance, detection and deterrence patrols including possible arrests of violators in commercial centers,” the release said.The release quotes the Police Director Gregory Coleman as saying that Operation Guardian Angel is intended to provide an enabling and safe environment for every resident and stranger entering the country through an effective, efficient, and professional police service delivery.Coleman said modern policing is concentrated on service delivery. He called on police officers to adapt to the new trend of policing if they want the police to win the confidence of the Liberian people.He assured the public of police preparedness to provide the required security services as the country approaches the 2017 presidential and legislative elections.Director Coleman has warned LNP officers to adhere to the principals of democratic policing, discipline, excellence and to avoid getting entangled in corrupt practices. He maintained that police officers are to demonstrate professionalism that reinforces their commitment to democratic values, respect for human rights and a non- partisan approach to duty.Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)
AD Quality Auto 360p 720p 1080p Top articles1/5READ MOREThe top 10 theme park moments of 2019 But even with all that good stuff, I was still a reluctant hybrid owner. I bought a 2005 Toyota Prius only because my 50-mile-a-day commute was killing me, my finances and the clutch of my 9-year-old Camry. In fact, the commute almost did kill me one harrowing morning last March when I wrecked up the Camry on the 101 Freeway. I knew that it was either time for a new car, or a new job. Many folks have asked how many months I had to wait for my Prius, how much over the retail price of $22,251 I had to pay and whether I had to kill or maim anyone to finally get it home. So many stories had been circulating about the difficulty of buying one of the popular cars that everyone assumed the purchase must have involved drama. The truth is much less interesting: The day after I wrecked my Camry, I went to a local Toyota dealer, test drove one of the five Priuses on the lot, figured the cheap silver one would do and bought it – for slightly less than the retail price. It was about as eventful as buying a minivan. I was immediately filled with buyer’s remorse. I had loved, loved my Camry more than it was reasonable to love an inanimate object. It was my first noneconomy car and, even used, it felt indescribably luxurious compared with the old Honda Civic. So what if it only got 25 miles to the gallon? Gas was cheap! Yay for America! And I loved the confident and smooth ride, the plush velvety seats, the power steering, the power windows, the keyless entry. I even liked the color, a dark red the exact color of dried blood on steel. This was my adult car, and I never wanted to go back. By comparison, my hybrid feels like an economy car, even with power everything, cruise control, the CD player, the interior light that gently fades off and the helpful computer I like to call “Hal.” (“Open the hatch door, Hal.”) It is economy, though; that’s its very point of being. And it doesn’t help that every other hybrid sold is silver, just like mine. There’s seems to be an unpleasant stereotype of hybrid owners among the nonhybrid driving public and conservative talk-show radio personalities. In their minds, we are all a bunch of ultra-hippie, Birkenstock-wearing, nonarmpit-shaving, self-righteous envirogeeks who are plotting the demise of all fossil-fuel burning forms of locomotion, starting with Cadillac SUVs. Mwahh-ha-ha! There probably are a few who fit that bill, just as I would bet there are some who only drive a hybrid because fortune – or their spouses – forced them into the car. But I would guess the bulk of hybrid owners are regular folks like me, attracted to the idea of saving money on gas, owning cutting-edge technology and getting to drive in the car-pool lane at any time. Oh yeah, and not polluting the air as much. Honestly, as smug as we lot can be about our “green” cars, if we were truly committed to saving the environment, we would quit our jobs, open a mail-order business selling hemp clothes and do errands by bike. The hybrid only allows us to continue our reckless motoring ways with less guilt and lower Chevron bills. If I was hesitant to let myself care about this new car, strangers in parking lots were not, often instantly smitten. “Don’t you just love it?” people would ask. I’d look at it askew, almost annoyed by its boxy frame and shrug my shoulders, saying, “Yeah, it’s OK.” But the Prius grew on me, not unlike a fungus. After the first 1,000 miles of sluggish responses, my Prius suddenly came to life and learned to drive like I do – fast and purposefully. I learned to work all the various gadgets and to check the current consumption graphic on the computer screen as I tore through rush-hour traffic. Gasoline prices kept creeping up, but my monthly costs did not. If I wasn’t a lead foot who likes to blast the A/C with the windows open, I’d probably do better than my average of 47 mpg. I realized my feelings for the car were changing when four large, yellow DMV stickers allowing me to drive in the car-pool lane arrived in the mail, and I considered not putting them on for aesthetic reasons. And last week, when I dreamed that someone had taken my Prius and replaced it with a generic car (maybe a Camry), I knew I had finally let myself love again. Mariel Garza firstname.lastname@example.org 160Want local news?Sign up for the Localist and stay informed Something went wrong. Please try again.subscribeCongratulations! You’re all set!