You probably already know that prohibition — as a matter of its very nature of enormous untaxed profits, shame, and pushing things into the dark — corrupts many government officials: elected officials, appointees, and regular hires. Yes, there are multitudes of smiling faces with their white teeth, their shiny badges, polished boots, law degrees, MBAs, journalism degrees, plaques on their walls from all sorts of organizations, multitudes of them are regularly paid off by gangs and cartels (and others with incentives to see prohibition continue). But they hide it well.
However, this little essay and collection of questions will focus on an even more insidious problem prohibition causes: infiltration. Infiltrators are much like their name sounds, "traitors." They fall squarely in the Prohibitionist spectrum of Men (and Women) of Lawlessness.
What is infiltration? Infiltration is similar to these other concepts: sleeper cells, double agents, under cover agents, moles, spies, wolves in sheep's clothing, etc… Infiltration is when a person (or group of people) pass all the background checks, vetting, swearing of allegiance, shooting "bad guys," and all that other stuff they must do to prove their loyalty, but in reality they are working for the gangs and cartels.
You might think that finding out such information would be easy, just check their bank accounts, check their phone records, check their acquaintances, follow them on vacation, make them swear allegiance at every opportunity, make them pee in cups with other people watching them, check their family backgrounds, eavesdrop on their conversations, torture them to try to force them to talk, etc…
But the fact is that most of them escape detection. Why?! The answers are fairly simple. For one, they tow the party line like troopers: condemn drugs, condemn drug users, condemn traffickers, speak out publicly vehemently against all the aforementioned, that way they blend in like all the other deceived people who promote prohibition. (Whom they consider complete suckers for going along with it. "Ahh, the enormous profits of the underground black market; just waiting for me once I retire and don't have to pretend to like these donkey butts any more.")
Secondly, they escape detection because many of them are not paid regularly by their partners/bosses in the gangs or cartels. They already make boatloads of money through their obscenely high paying jobs on the public dole. So they patiently await their promised huge sums once they leave the employment of the U.S. (and others) government.
However, there are a few catches. You see, while some think there is "honor among thieves," there really isn't. Because you know the Infiltrators are saying to themselves, "if the gangs/cartels/bankers/cops/treament center owners/etc… snitch on me, I will deny it, or if I must, I will tattle on them, and I have WAY MORE dirt on them than they have on me. So I will keep them in check by having more dirt on them than they have on me. And I will keep on acting like I am a perfect agent/cop/politician/etc…"
But the people who own the Infiltrators are saying to themselves, "__so_and_so__ is serving her/his purpose, and us, well. S/he keeps on promoting Drug Prohibition and Drug War like it's a religion! But you know that it sure is going to be hard for us to part with all that money we promised her/him. I have a feeling s/he might have to die, maybe in the line of duty, but maybe in an accident in the bathroom or kitchen, the two most dangerous places on earth, you know."
So the Infiltrators keep on being the pawns in the game and playing society for fools. They wear their badges and promote Drug Prohibition, saying how bad drugs are. They work undercover and somehow manage to make sure their boss' rivals are caught, but their own organizations' underlings elude them (most of the time). They pass out anti-marijuana pamphlets at malls while in uniform. They anchor TV broadcasts or even own networks outright. They donate money to their churches, they volunteer their time in a variety of causes, all so they can appear to not be owned by the gangs and cartels they expect a handsome retirement from (in addition to what they expect from society's tax payers). They rage at me for exposing them. They egg on their workmates to get me for supposedly casting a shadow over the "good work" they do.
But what their co-workers need to realize is that it's prohibition which casts a shadow. Prohibition — by its very nature —pushes things from the light in to the dark.