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Flights to Nowhere
posted: 03/27/07

I became aware of this article late last week and printed it out last Friday, intending to read it over the weekend. I had a busy last couple of days, came down with a bit of a bug and started it between bouts of dizziness and nausea this morning. I don't feel any better, unfortunately. I urge you to read it.

by Jane Mayer
published by The New Yorker

To me, it is a very rational argument about and exposé of a terrible problem. It discusses in cool detail why methods of torture, even when performed on some of the world's most despicable characters, rarely yield reliable results (one such "result" was a confession concerning WMD and Saddam, made by a "senior Al-Qaeda official" while being interrogated by a third party, later to be cited by Colin Powell in his address to the United Nations Security Council in February, 2003, if you recall - which supposedly justified that whole War Thing your children's children will be paying for - the "official" later recanted and there has been no verified link between Sadaam and Al-Qaeda to this day) and may actually serve to further "radicalize a population," in the words of one source interviewed.

I'll leave you to it.

In a few days Brian and I will get out and do some tikka-thokka and slippy-slide to the north (for him) and west (for me). Looking forward to it and hoping to be mended by then, lest I reprise my previous role[s, plural, sadly] as Fountain of Undigested Matter.

Oh, and with all of that lovely talk, allow me to wish you a very happy Valentine's Day. And if you should find yourself without an other with whom to celebrate, well... enjoy the savings you'll realize by not having to plunk down cash for another crassly commerical holiday.

I keed. But I could have really done without the Dunkin' Donuts ads with all of the people with arrows in their backs. Funny in cartoons. Not so much with the flesh and blood folks. Custer, for instance. Guess in the back is less graphic than through the heart, though. Where am I going with this? More Benadryl, ah yes.

I bid you: Good Day.

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