Police Brutality and Corruption Montage: Too Much Monkey Business by Chuck Berry
A corrupt life lived and died in rat-a-tat-tat montage. Here you go. Tampering with evidence. Boosting drugs from the secure locker for an orgy billed as overtime to the taxpayers. Planting narcotics on people. Beatings. Moonlighting as a debt collector. Sleeping out a patrol shift in a cheap motel while still on the taxpayer’s dime. Shootings. Straight-up assassinations. Planting hold-out pieces. Earning extra income working as a bodyguard for some politician. Assassinating drug dealers as a masked vigilante. Assuming control of the local drug trade to set yourself up as a slumlord, and to pay for yachts, sports cars, Ivy League tuition, and hiring on your own 24/7 corner crews to expand the franchise. Using police vehicles to chauffeur narco smugglers, gun runners, and sex workers hired by council members and judges. Working as a bagman going between Supreme Court justices and Dark Money puppet masters. Installing car bombs to sort out star mob witnesses. Doing some arson to collect insurance cheddar off those slum tenements you bought. And, finally, getting your head blown off by someone you never saw coming because when you’re having this much fun you can’t help but step on all of the toes all of the time. Might have been revenge, might have just been someone else in the game who hated your guts for having all of the fun all of the time. People get petty. People get mean. And then it’s all done. Those Chuck Berry songs tend to keep it short and sweet.
