Cops bugger traffic violator three times, make him shit.

[Cain]

I wonder if this isn't a consequence of militarizing the police?  A LOT of American police officers have military experience...and the kind of military experience that has been gained over the last decade or so tends to be of an unpleasant kind.  And those with the skills most likely to transfer to a police environment (ie; Army Intelligence) were most implicated in certain...interrogation techniques which involved the complete and utter humiliation and invasion of the individual, often with a strong sexual undertone.

Just putting it out there.

[P3nT4gR4m]

The US govt has is a pioneer in cutting-edge domestic terrorism.

The threat that stepping out of line will lead to anal-rape, is merely the latest in a long line of sickening intimidation techniques.

USA - took room 101 and ran with it...

[Reginald Ret]

Ok, NOW I'm MAD AS HELL. Everything's backwards. We're paying rapists to keep the rest of us in line.

That's the best part.  We PAY for it.

Even better: A lot of them didn't start out as rapists. It was just another task added to the already insane workload. Some may have quit, but that just drives the average horribleness for that group up.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

I wonder if this isn't a consequence of militarizing the police?  A LOT of American police officers have military experience...and the kind of military experience that has been gained over the last decade or so tends to be of an unpleasant kind.  And those with the skills most likely to transfer to a police environment (ie; Army Intelligence) were most implicated in certain...interrogation techniques which involved the complete and utter humiliation and invasion of the individual, often with a strong sexual undertone.

Just putting it out there.

this makes perfect sense to me.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

I wonder if this isn't a consequence of militarizing the police?  A LOT of American police officers have military experience...and the kind of military experience that has been gained over the last decade or so tends to be of an unpleasant kind.  And those with the skills most likely to transfer to a police environment (ie; Army Intelligence) were most implicated in certain...interrogation techniques which involved the complete and utter humiliation and invasion of the individual, often with a strong sexual undertone.

Just putting it out there.

It's the only thing that explains the bizarre frame of reference: "Nothing in his ass, let's flush it out. If that doesn't work, cut him open."

[Pæs]

Hot damn they're going to make you wish you were guilty. You're three enemas in and actually not sure whether that painful little knot at the pit of your stomach is something they did wrong or REGRET. Regret that you didn't have the foresight to COOPERATE and pack a bag of weed up there to make life easier for these fine professionals who, AFTER ALL, are only doing what they understand the constitution to require of them.

So now you've got a dozen doctors in a line with a camera on the end of a fibre optic cable, which is flying off the reel as quickly as they can pull it and feed it into you, solemnly chanting "Nothing to fear, nothing to hide, nothing to fear" and you can't help but blame yourself. The cop who busted you is there, watching eagerly, and when you desperately try to summon some kind of anger at him, some kind of expression that says "I blame you" he shrugs helplessly and offers "see something, say something?", entirely defusing your tentative facade of upset. See something, say something. And soon you'll do the same, you'll have no choice. Each of these fine citizens has a cable running through the door from places unknown, up their legs... and you're about to understand the rest.

God you wish you were more guilty. Don't you feel awful for not being guilty enough?

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Hot damn they're going to make you wish you were guilty. You're three enemas in and actually not sure whether that painful little knot at the pit of your stomach is something they did wrong or REGRET. Regret that you didn't have the foresight to COOPERATE and pack a bag of weed up there to make life easier for these fine professionals who, AFTER ALL, are only doing what they understand the constitution to require of them.

So now you've got a dozen doctors in a line with a camera on the end of a fibre optic cable, which is flying off the reel as quickly as they can pull it and feed it into you, solemnly chanting "Nothing to fear, nothing to hide, nothing to fear" and you can't help but blame yourself. The cop who busted you is there, watching eagerly, and when you desperately try to summon some kind of anger at him, some kind of expression that says "I blame you" he shrugs helplessly and offers "see something, say something?", entirely defusing your tentative facade of upset. See something, say something. And soon you'll do the same, you'll have no choice. Each of these fine citizens has a cable running through the door from places unknown, up their legs... and you're about to understand the rest.

God you wish you were more guilty. Don't you feel awful for not being guilty enough?

I just cringe for that poor police officer.  Oh, the ribbing he'll take in the squadroom, right?

[Telarus]

[Eater of Clowns]

Hot damn they're going to make you wish you were guilty. You're three enemas in and actually not sure whether that painful little knot at the pit of your stomach is something they did wrong or REGRET. Regret that you didn't have the foresight to COOPERATE and pack a bag of weed up there to make life easier for these fine professionals who, AFTER ALL, are only doing what they understand the constitution to require of them.

So now you've got a dozen doctors in a line with a camera on the end of a fibre optic cable, which is flying off the reel as quickly as they can pull it and feed it into you, solemnly chanting "Nothing to fear, nothing to hide, nothing to fear" and you can't help but blame yourself. The cop who busted you is there, watching eagerly, and when you desperately try to summon some kind of anger at him, some kind of expression that says "I blame you" he shrugs helplessly and offers "see something, say something?", entirely defusing your tentative facade of upset. See something, say something. And soon you'll do the same, you'll have no choice. Each of these fine citizens has a cable running through the door from places unknown, up their legs... and you're about to understand the rest.

God you wish you were more guilty. Don't you feel awful for not being guilty enough?