#298: Gotta Get A Grip

Can you just imagine the sheer research that went into this document? Those poor FBI agents had to sit through multiple screenings of Deep Throat, solely to research it and write down a synopsis, detailing each sordid act that was on display on the big screen. No wonder the Special Agents in charge of the investigation redacted their names out of the end result, but such are the sacrifices that one has to make in the course of such investigations. I hope they had a decent supply of popcorn and tissues on hand. 

I'm not sure if this would have been one of the perks of the job, or one of the drawbacks. I can see having no problems sitting in a dark theatre watching a porno for a few times, but I can't see how you'd be able to watch it with a notepad perched on your knee being expected to jot down a detailed synopsis of the plot, such as it was.  And not look at anyone else.  And not stick your hands in your pockets.  Sounds like special torture to me.  And it might be me, but check out the write up for the last twenty minutes or so.  After going in to great detail the synopsis kinds of fades away - it must have been too much for the buzz cuts to bear.

Here's something to ponder - if FBI agents into this much detail, and sat there watching porn for the job, what do you think they had to do when they investigated gay bars and the like...

 

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