“The burden of proof lies upon you. You’re not a terrorist? How can we be sure? Tell you what, we’ll beat you to a pulp, and if you survive and can still speak, maybe you’ll confess. If not — no big deal, we like to practice beating people. Here’s the bottom line: if you can’t prove you’re clean? You’re mine. And once you’re mine? It’s forever.”

— the American Police-God-Device