Good Evening Comrade
Sometimes, when I am standing in the street watching some religious preacher spouting forth their usual brand of flibbertygibberting gobbledygook, I wish we were back in Soviet Russia. Back then the Soviets had a major alcohol addiction problem. But the police had a unique way of dealing with it. They would arrest a drunk, take them back to the station and put them in a cell with a camera with sound recording facilities in it. Everyone knows what they look like. They are often shown after a big trial when the convicted person is denying everything when they were intially being questioned. They would then let said drunk ramble on all night long in that cell. The next morning, when the unfortunate drunk had slept it all off, the police would replay the footage and sound back to the drunk, so they could see, when completely sober, what a total arse they had made of themselves. That would very often shame them into seeking treatment for thier addiction, and of course, gave the police ...