That’s the phrase coined by Hanni Fakhoury that’s used in this Salon article about the DEA’s use of NSA data and subsequent fabrication of evidence trails. It’s an apt analogy, although the phrase sounds vaguely oxymoronic when referring to the DEA.
The article notes that it’s tough to get the general population enraged about this (though they should be). However, I’m at least happy to see that it’s getting some traction in the media, and truly hope that it continues to blow up in the face of the DEA. What’s likely to make a difference is all the defense attorneys who are now busily preparing their new appeals.
One of the things that is really telling in this story is that the DEA bizarrely didn’t seem to think that there was really anything wrong in what they were doing. I think they got blindsided by the reaction.
It’s similar to the completely clueless statement by Michele Leonhart when talking about the perjury of supersnitch Andrew Chambers.
â€œThe only criticism (of Chambers) Iâ€™ve ever heard is what defense attorneys will characterize as perjury or a lie on the stand.â€
They have gotten so used to considering themselves above the law, that they actually forgot that’s where they went.
Lying it’s just what you do to get the job done. Re-creating an evidence trail from scratch is just part of the standard red tape that you go through to complete a drug arrest.
They’re not even consciously thinking about the fact that they’re breaking the law violating the Constitution.
It makes me wonder what it’s like when DEA personnel go home…
“Hi, honey! Great to be home. I’m exhausted. I’ve been having sex all weekend.”
“Wait — you cheated on me?”
“Oh, no, it wasn’t cheating. I would never cheat on you. It was part of my job. Don’t worry — my boss said it was perfectly fine and that it doesn’t count as cheating when we’re on the case. Fighting this drug war is a tough job, and we’ve got to be willing to do whatever it takes. So other rules don’t apply. You understand, don’t you, honey?”
“Sure thing, sweetie. Till death do us partâ€¦”