I've been drawing badges on my "terrorist" torso targets for the past 30 years, in prescient, borderline psychic anticipation of just such times as these.
It was actually 1974 when five Massachusetts State Police dragged me and a friend of mine into the barracks and worked me over for 45 minutes. It was a case of mistaken identity, but it changed my life forever.
Cops are just criminals with badges. Power corrupts, and there is no more power available to a human being than the power conferred by a badge and a gun. I don't know too many cops whom I wouldn't gladly kick the bloody snot out of. A couple, but not many.
;^\
I had something similar happen to me in CA.
Two drunk off-duty officers assulted me in a public park for sitting on the wrong bench. (They wanted it for their drunk party)
One guy jumped over the table and came at me.
This happened nearly 15 years ago so its not a new thing.