COPS AND GUARDS, THE ANTI-PRISON

     You've seen the “antidrug commercials?" You'd think that America's politicians sincerely do not want to see us doing unapproved drugs so, why aren't they paying our taxbucks to hollywood to produce some antiprison commercials? You'd think that they'd want us to avoid prison.

     Those anticigarette people are good. They show statistics and the dirty low-down so effectively that they got muzzled! If I had Billions of taxbucks to throw around, I'd hire them. They'd have the prison people screaming foul very quickly. They might mention a few statistics such as how few people leave prison without scroungy, offensive tattoos. Permanant body graffiti is pretty much required to survive prison. Why? Be cause if you don't have any, you are fair game for those who do. In an economy where riches are measured in cups of coffee and pouches of tobacco, individuals can get rat packed for a book of matches. Spycams are all over prisons, and tapes of prisoners killing and maiming each other get passed around from guard to guard, same as police enjoy their wildest fleet-chasings of joyriding juveniles. Recently one of their favorite tapes escaped into the news media and got played one time. The guards just decided to practice on some prisoners so the new guards could see some real action. They threw some hard-plastic frag-bombs into a crowd of prisoners peacefully eating their swill. The explosions blinded one guy; their "stingers" pulped his right eye. The other captives dove under tables, trying to find cover from the attacking guards and their shrapnel. The guards then let a big german shepard gnaw on a guy's leg while he screamed in pain, flat on his belly on the floor. Every time he tried to slap the dog's teeth off his calf, the guards beat him with their bludgeons. You could even hear them laughing about it in the background, between screams.

     In an Arizona jail some police footage escaped. It was of about 8 to 15 cops torturing a guy to death. He had narcolepsy. The cops thought he was on drugs. They stole his prescription drugs that kept him from suddenly falling asleep. Next day, in their jail, they couldn't make him wake up and walk to the judge, so they gave him "the chair". This is a contraption invented by fiends for use by worse fiends. They strap you in. You can't move. The cops cut your clothes off. Then their fun begins. Your knees are strapped down and open, and most of the seat is missing. This is so the cops can have easy access to your genitals and rectum. The thing comes complete with a claw that the cops use to jack open your asshole so they can explore with a pair of tongs. They couldn't find any drugs, but they still couldn't wake him up. The team of cops swarmed over their victim for over half an hour. One beefy sadist mashed the guy's testicles flat, another tried to drive the victim's chin through his chest by flopping his 260 pound bulk on top of his head. The cops were in such a frenzy of smack, beat, crush and twist that some had to step away for a second to wipe the sweat out of their eyes. One cop is clearly sexually excited. He is photographed digging in his crotch, adjusting his erection.

These tapes usually vanish after one showing. They should be publicised regularly on national TV and in schools. They are the perfect disincentive. Seeing these sick people methodically torture and kill their helpless, shackled victims, then escape punishment and remain anonymous, chills my spine to the bone. These tapes surely deter crime.