
This is me on my birthday, which happens to be today. No smile. I had a crappy day at work. Note to self: Next year, take the day off.
Their idea of a hero is John Elway, an all-around great guy with a piano-key smile and an aw-shucks response to his own greatness.I'll agree with that one. If you had John Elway, what more could you want?
>"Q Mr. President, there has been a bit of an international outcry over reports of secret U.S. prisons in Europe for terrorism suspects. Will you let the Red Cross have access to them? And do you agree with Vice President Cheney that the CIA should be exempt from legislation to ban torture?
"PRESIDENT BUSH: Our country is at war, and our government has the obligation to protect the American people. The executive branch has the obligation to protect the American people; the legislative branch has the obligation to protect the American people. And we are aggressively doing that. We are finding terrorists and bringing them to justice. We are gathering information about where the terrorists may be hiding. We are trying to disrupt their plots and plans. Anything we do to that effort, to that end, in this effort, any activity we conduct, is within the law. We do not torture.
Carol,
You are assuming the same thing that the VC assumed when they tortured John McCain. You assume that torture results in actionable intelligence, when more often the opposite is true. You torture someone long enough, they'll tell you anything. They'll confess to riding broomsticks and having sex with the devil.
I paraphrase Resevoir Dogs: "I don't give a good fuck what you know, or don't know, but I'm gonna torture you anyway, regardless. Not to get information. It's amusing, to me, to torture a (terrorist)."
It's vengeful sadism...that's all. If a terrorist is committed enough to blow himself up for his cause, sticking punji sticks up in his rectum isn't going to make him sing.
Instead, we need to take the prudent course by banning torture outright, not the psychotic Mr. Blonde one, amusing ourselves with Muslims smeared in exrement.
How about a little fire, Scarecrow?