Bush’s CIA

More reports from the field of routine brutality toward military inmates. From the Salt Lake Tribune:

"It was a place where innocent men, rounded up in broad sweeps alongside terrorists and killers, sat in filth and extreme temperatures, tied at the wrists for days and weeks at a time.
The rats outnumbered the inmates. The inmates outnumbered the guards. The nights were punctuated with artillery fire and lit by bright flares that hung under tiny parachutes over the western Iraqi city of Al Qa’im. Central Intelligence Agency officials were beating inmates with hoses and sledge hammer handles, soldiers have testified."

It was here that "Chief Warrant Officer Lewis Welshofer wrapped an Iraqi general in a sleeping bag, bound him, sat on his chest and covered his mouth," until he was dead. For that murder, Welshofer got "two months of restricted duty, forfeiture of $6,000 pay and a letter of reprimand." The soldiers who served with him testify that "the conditions at Blacksmith and tactics of others there made Welshofer’s interrogation methods seem humane by comparison." And so it goes on. We have no power to stop it. Welshofer’s defense was that he was following orders. Whose? Witnesses were "apparently restricted from testifying as to the presence and actions of CIA agents." And so it goes on.

America Backs Iran

We’re allies at last. What brought the Bush administration and the Ahmadinejad theocracy together? They both joined China, Zimbabwe and Cameroon in rejecting the request of two gay international groups to join the United Nations Economic and Social Council, a think tank made up of non-governmental agencies from around the world. In Iran, they execute gay teens. Zimbabwe is one of the most homophobic tyrannies on the planet. This is the company America now keeps?

The Spittle Flies …

I’ve tried to resist linking further to the JPod-Frank Foer smack-down, but it’s so entertaining I’m going to have to give in. Here’s the ravishingly gorgeous JPod defending himself from Foer; and here’s Frank’s response and, er, final knockout. Can J.P. Normanson get off the floor? Stay tuned. Meanwhile, I think I’ll avoid getting into any elevators with Norm and Midge’s offspring in future.