Does PAW Patrol glorify the police?

Part 1

Does PAW Patrol glorify the p*lice? As a proud feminist mother that uses She/Her pronouns with a transgender son (who uses He/They/It pronouns BTW), I wanted to answer this question for other feminist mothers, fathers, parents, guardians, demi-mothers, demi-fathers, demi-parents, demi-guardians, mother-binarys, father-binarys, parent-binarys, guardian-binarys, retardgender-binarys, autistic guardians, neo-parents, and all the other lovely and accepted gendered parent figures! My wittle baby boy came out 1 month ago when he was 1 years old. The first thing he said to me was "dada", which I was a little surprised about, since he does not live with another male in the house. But then I realized what he was trying to say. This must mean he either wants to be a male, or he wants to be with one. But then I came to my senses and stopped being h*m*ph*b*c! Why not both?!??! So yeah, he is both transgender and gay now. I burned all of his clothes that may appear feminine (Edited Reply to Anna: No, I am not saying that he cannot wear feminine clothes. I am doing a favor to my child so no h*m*ph*b*c karens try assuming my sons gender!!) He only wears androgynous clothes now, incase he decides to change his gender later. But I'll buy him any queer merch he wants anyway. ANYWAYYYYZ!!!!!! BACK ON DA TOPIC! This was supposed to be about PAW Patrol lol. I got carried away talking about my hot son. The question is: Is PAW Patrol appropriate for a minor? Will it influence my child to worship the so-called disguised offenders called 'p*lice'? Now let me tell you this: I had never watched this show before. It might seem strange to some of you, but I have only heard of it, and never checked it out. That's why today I watched a few episodes and after that, I immediately went to the restroom and barfed my whole Thanksgiving dinner out of revulsion. 'What is this?!?' I thought to myself. My child had learned to walk and while he was coming over I put him back to his room and tied him to his cradle. I covered his ears with headphones and made him listen to Lil Nas X - MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) (Official Video) and set it to a 10 hours loop and quickly locked his window and door with a Master Lock Speed Dial 1500iD so that he would not be able to hear or get in a 25 mile radius of this horrific show. I then paused the TV and silently took an hour to gather my thoughts. After that I got a wine glass (covered with rainbow unicorn decorations because yes, I do think unicorns are gay and anti-Chr*st) and took it with pure bloodthirsty rage, and swiftly threw it at the TV. The shitty glass broke like my water during pregnancy. I then began stepping on the glass rapidly and abruptly with my rainbow crocs with the anti-Chr*st pentacle and peace-symbol, like I was being threatened into tap-dancing until they could give me my anti-depressants back. I screamed and smashed the screen like the fucking Super Smash Bros my son plays (I will do a review on that later) and kept on going until my vocal cords were combusting out of thin air into little icicles and pierced through my throat, making it impossible for me to breath, let alone even scream anymore. Then with all my remaining energy left, I went to the kitchen and from one of the drawers I took out a Ruger Super Redhawk Alaskan, which was a gift for my son in case there were any str8 people passing by our house. I went near the TV again and started shooting it repetitively. Then I put in more bullets. I used up all of them, so I put in more. I kept on going until I realized I could hardly breathe anymore. Then I got a very brilliant idea. I pointed the gun at my throat and pulled the trigger, a bullet faster than lightning piercing through my throat. This would help me breathe better, I said to myself. I would keep on going and not get tired, until I heard wittle footsteps coming down the stairs. "Mama?" I heard someone say. Oh god, I thought, she was a lesbian now. But the worst of it all, she must have heard all the noise and came over, while biting through the locks and chains (and the door). I needed to get that horrific PAW Patrol out of her head. So I carefully and steadily pointed the gun at her head. "Mama? Ogaa" she asked once again. Oh god... That's also a line from the show. She must have heard the audio. I pulled the trigger, and a bullet went flying through her head. Thankfully she was very well alive, because we practice this at home so that if a p*liceman ever shoots her, she won't lose consciousness and shoot/bite him back. However, she was lying on the floor, crying her fucking eyes out. Like, bitch? What you doing? Why you cryin'? Such a baby. Usually I would immediately try stopping the bleeding but I was tired of her bullshit. I'll adopt a new and a more queer one, I thought. This one wasn't very 'gay', and by that I mean she didn't act 'gay', you know what I mean? Anyway, out of impatience, I fucking shot through her damn head while she cried and pissed on the floor like the damn baby she was. I got mad because if she was gonna be a female lesbian feminist then she had to be more masculine, like me. After I thought I was done with her, I realized my hatred for this PAW Patrol had not weakened. In fact, I quite vividly remember being much more angry than I was to begin with. This fucking PAW Patrol ruined my relationship with my damn family. He had to pay. From then on, I made it my goal. My goal to wipe out every person directing, producing, designing, drawing, editing, composing, and helping out with the PAW Patrol movie and show shall be destroyed by my iron fist. Especially that 'Keith Chapman'... I will find him and eliminate him from this world, and the next to come. Keith, if you're reading this, just so you know, I will find you. No matter where you are hiding, I will. I do not care how long it takes as long as I don't bypass the chance to fucking annihilate you under my feet, utterly crushing your skull into a gazillion pieces. I will then come for your family and relatives, and oh boy, if you have any children, I will make sure to traumatize them in the worst way possible. Get fucking ready, Keith. Because I WILL find you.