They menace our streets, breaking into our homes, stealing our cars, and kidnapping our families. Aggressive and well-organized, armed thugs blanket their turf with fear, line their pockets with drug money, and savagely visit retribution on anyone who resists. Utterly ruthless, though fiercely loyal to each other, they are fanatically devoted to their gang, whose swarming reign of terror extends from the inner cities to remote three-light towns.

Criminals—or the police who are supposed to protect us from them?

Cops have been issued a blank check to ring up charges, but when it comes time to pay the Bill of Rights more than lip service, you’ll need to send those guarantees on to collections.

Old Uncle Sam has become addicted to the politics of pharmacology, commandeering the instruments of mass communication in order to inundate us with bigoted nonsense and promulgate mind-altering disinformation, spurious demonization and disingenuous pseudo-science.

Pharmafascists are hooked on the power and budgets showered upon authorities in their quest to master unruly cultural deviants, who dare pursue outlawed pleasure and harbor forbidden consciousness. Callous greed and unfounded prejudice pit public “servants” against the public, in a war where only the profiteers are winning and the body count is rising.

In scathing, dynamic style, detailing graphic tales of State-sanctioned atrocities in the name of protecting society, Copaganda blows away the smokescreen veiling the insidious government incursion into our most private spaces, and challenges the phony propositions at the very root of these tyrannical, hypocritical policies usurping the sovereignty over self.