Interesting, if somewhat depressing, jailbird stories lately:
1. Three cops were on trial for rape, found not guilty. Two of them get banged up again because they were serving for another pack rape already. Third one stands by his rapist mates thick and thin and thinks that qualifies him to get his job as police chief back (to much laughter from the cheap seats). They used police batons and whiskey bottles during the rape of the teenager. This was the age before Viagra after all. Probably the only stiff things that were handy. Limp police cock is not my favourite.
2. Prisoner involved in aforementioned pack rape has semen smuggled out of his cell to impregnate his wife with it. It would be fun to imagine one of the prison punks kept it in his mouth or ass and while on daytime release dumped it at the wife front door with the milk bottle and the newspaper. But a more probable scenario is that the wife got knocked up by one of his associates and so she had to work out an elaborate plan to make the jailbird believe it's his sprog. A freshly released man coming home to find his wife preggers does not a happy homecoming make and usually ends in an increase in the recidivism rate.
3. Parole board releases nutter who put up a believable case, then goes on murder rampage and has his leg shot off. He preferred to have had a bullet in the head. Now the hangers and floggers, like the Police Association, say prisoners facing claims of misconduct or criminal activity should be treated as guilty until proven innocent. This is akin to asking atheists to prove there is no god. Kneejerk into the groin masquerading as populist public policy.
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