Perverse pleasure?

Why do I love it so when they take the creepy people out in handcuffs? Is it a confirmation of their creepiness? Is it re-affirming my instinct of who is creepy and who isn't?

(In tonight's installment, the creepy person was sitting next to an older gentleman reading a story called 'Naughty encounter at the mall,' who I didn't find creepy at all. Indeed: he just passed me, smiled, and said 'How are ya?')