The NewYorker, from 2014<br><br>"I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.<br><br>“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”<br><br>“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”<br><br>“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”<br><br>The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that?"<br><br><a href="https://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/l-p-d-libertarian-police-department">https://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/l-p-d-libertarian-police-department</a><br>Rr<br><br>Sent from my Androgyne dee-vice with K-9 Mail