There must be something stirring the police to keep the fight against drugs.
That something should be huge enough to make drug successes a breakfast fare in most Bohol homes.
But the increasing spike in drug-related apprehensions tells us two things: either this fight is dead serious. Or this fight is a sick joke.
If, for every drug personality caught, we take a sip from our morning coffee, nervousness would catch us by noon.
At the current rate that the police are slamming steel gates on drug offenders, it wouldn’t be a wonder if one day, our jails would be more populated than outside it.
And at the same rate we are stacking evidences and stashing drugs from the streets, we would be the biggest hoarders of illegal substances and firearms, in no time at all.
Of course, finally putting these drug personalities behind bars is another long story.
While police account close to 50 drug suspects every month, the courts dispose an average of 10-15 cases, for the same period.
In the last months for example, of the ten drug cases that got to courts, joint drug teams only score between one to two convictions.
And still, relentlessly, the police are out on the streets, stalking, staking, waiting to pounce on the pusher so they can populate the cells some more.
And yet, the problem seems worse than yesterday. We may be winning the battle, but we are losing the war. Miserably.
We have seen the police pursue a cop-killer and in no time at all, they had him.
We have seen them wage this fight, and still the problem compounds every minute.
It may not be long before the police realize the futility of this fight, and it might not be, for long.
