How I became a cop-lover


A journalist writes
about the “ethics” of journalism, which of course means faithful copying of DNC talking points. She cites a 1969 article by Joan Didion, “How I became a cop-hater.” Didion, a boringly standard DNC robot, claims that she believed the police were there to help until she got the cool high-status DNC religion.

In the same year of 1969 I first became a cop-hater for VERY GOOD REASONS. The Bowling Green city police arrested me for possession after I was framed by a nark who sold drugs. They carefully avoided searching my rich roommate’s stuff, even though he had a large stash and I only had a few seeds. They knew who he was and they knew his family was important in Ohio.

After I went to prison I learned an entirely different reality. The prison guards were hardass and some of them were corrupt, BUT the guards kept fights from turning serious, and prevented riots.

Hardass guards kept me alive.

I learned two big lessons:

1. People are different. Some people are incurably evil. Unless those incurably evil people are harshly controlled, the rest of us have no chance at all.

2. “Freedom” and “rights” leave normal people unprotected from bad people. “Freedom” and “rights” are sponsored and justified by bad people. Normal life requires hardass guards.