I should, I know, not be tormented by the arguable torture that has been done in my name. Who am I to expect to have any say in what’s done in my name, and for my own good, anyway? I am not on the battle field, after all. I have not been directly hurt by the fanatics intent on cutting my throat. Still, something just seems wrong with this picture:
It seems wrong to me, naive though it may sound, to torture a guy until he snaps and then say “see, he was just waiting to snap, faking his moderate stance but look, torture the angry fanatic just a little, not even two years locked up without charges, and the prick will go on the internet and preach jihad for no reason except that he hates our freedom, resents our ability to do whatever we want to Muslim extremists anywhere on the earth. YOU’RE DEAD, fucker!”
And then, boom, death from the sky, 500 pound Tomahawk missile, poof! There go your fiery sermons, bitch– go deflower 72 virgins, asshole. In two weeks we’ll wipe out your DNA in the form of your long-haired American son and the guys he’s having lunch with. How dare you call us murderous infidels!
And I feel a bit insane to be thinking about this at all, but more insane to think about it and not write about it. In the context of the latest tortured torture semi-revelations it seems timely to note that even just locking someone in a tiny cell without charges or access to anyone in the outside world is torture. No need for the $81,000,000 in consultant’s fees and all the tortured secret legal opinions– just lock someone in the dark for nine months, that will do it. Then, when it’s done, and they start to scream, kill ’em for screaming. It’s perfect, yo, don’t you see?