--we've got 7-series compressors on Murray Street and unknown persons in the White House and the criminals have made me a smelly ol' terriss because I'm the only lawman around here, and it's illegal to speak to me, and I have to magically divine my legal environment, and I have to keep an eye on criminals as they approach me over the years, and I have to wave a gun around to prevent criminals from killing me, and I have to communicate by morse code tappings because it's illegal for me to have attorneys.
Huh. Smashingly good example of the American justice system, isn't it?
I'm defending myself against charges unknown by tapping on my cell wall.
...while defending lawful government.
...which is not even my job.
