I personally love being afraid of being murdered every time I go outside cross a street or hear multiple sets of heavy footsteps outside. totally worth 60% of the city taxes and whatever % of fed taxes. I love it this way. I love the kinds of person this forces me to be; bitter and suspicious. I love having my cooking group infiltrated by secret policemen who think we're terrorists (we did make a pretty spooky curry last month) and want to kill us (who have sterilized a few of us). I love seeing my neighbors disappeared while men point guns at me on the way to the grocery store and dogs shot and neighborhoods blown up and homeless people I feed with cauterized eyes and fingers and toes and ears they're afraid to talk about while police bulldozers sweep away their possessions.

money well spent, I say. every 20 year old should have the experience of having to care for victims of torture they funded.

Allegedly, I don't think there's actually been any evidence presented to show that they shoplifted.