Apathy Jack writes:
The Muller-Fokker Effect by John Sladek
It was sundown in Las Vegas. The biggest fairy Officer Kulak had ever seen stood in front of a television store, pretending to look at the Billy Koch service. He was more or less respectably dressed, but Kulak knew what he was by the rhinestone-rimmed sunglasses. The trouble was, he couldn’t do anything. The laws being what they were, Kulak could do no more than kick him a few times and make him move along.
A party of interested tourists stopped to watch. ‘Las Vegas ain’t what it used to be,’ said one. ‘In the old days, they’d haul in a fruit like that, get him to blow everybody in the station, and then pound the piss out of him.’
‘That’s what they oughta do,’ said another. ‘But I guess the criminal element is just taking over.’