Camp X-Ray Torture
SosaEscobar
Australian newspaper, U.S. military guards deprived prisoners of sleep and
punished them physically, but also offered good mental care when they fell
ill.
''If we did not cooperate with questioning our handcuffs were removed
and we were put in the crucifixion position with arms outstretched until we
collapsed in the heat,'' Mohammad told the newspaper from his home north of
Kandahar in Afghanistan.
''They beat the soles of our feet, but were careful not to leave
permanent scars anywhere. I was often woken up in the middle of the night
and taken for questioning,'' he said.
''I heard the Arabs were taken out and forced to stand among the
practice targets on the shooting range. The soldiers used dummy bullets, but
they were trying to terrify and intimidate the al Qaeda members,'' Mohammad
said.
The 37-year-old Taliban recruit was one of three Afghans released
from Guantanamo Bay and flown back to Afghanistan in late October after
Washington decided they were no longer of intelligence value and there were
no grounds to prosecute them.
More than 600 alleged Taliban and al Qaeda sympathisers remain in
indefinite detention at the U.S. military base, despite international
pressure on Washington to release the prisoners, try them fairly or grant
them prisoner-of-war status.
Mohammad said Australian prisoner David Hicks, who is being held as a
suspected al Qaeda member after being captured in Afghanistan during the
U.S.-led offensive, remained defiant, answering back to guards and
pretending to be deaf.
He said Hicks, who remains in legal limbo at the prison after his bid
to have his case heard in a U.S. court was rejected in August, had fallen
ill, but had undergone surgery for what Mohammad believed was a hernia and
recovered.
http://famulus.msnbc.com/FamulusIntl/reuters11-15-193639.asp?reg=ASIA#body
http://www.afgha.com/article.php?sid=17622&mode=thread&order=0&thold=0
Heretic
is to kill kuffars.
In any case you've basically posted allegations made by former inmates.
> ''They beat the soles of our feet, but were careful not to leave
> permanent scars anywhere. I was often woken up in the middle of the night
> and taken for questioning,'' he said.
How convenient...
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that if the US wish to commit torture than they are not better than any
other country that commits torture.
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Heretic
backwards to pamper the inmates of Gitmo. But instead of acknowledging the
humane treatment that they are receiving you instead latch on to this single
unsubstantiated allegation of 'torture'.
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Count 1
he is asking us to care.
I wonder if he condemns the Taliban / Al - Queada killing of a US soldier on
the battlefield after he had literally fallen into their hands? Caught on
video, if I remember correctly. I dont tend to quote the Quran or Hadiths,
butting isn't there something in there about not burdening yourself with
hostages?
No chance to pray for that guy.
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to say .
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Given the mandate from the Koran (8:12 and 33:61 just to name two) it is
assumed they died a slow horrible death.
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>punished
Tell it to the International Red Cross. They have
representatives LIVING at Gitmo. They have reported
NO MISTREATMENT.
Now, shut up, fool.
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nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
change the record
--
Confucius says."Woman who cooks Ham
and Peas in same pot is very unhygienic"
Phaedrine Stonebridge
"SosaEscobar" <sosae...@freeuk.com> wrote:
> According to an interview with Mohammad published on Saturday in The
> Australian newspaper, U.S. military guards deprived prisoners of sleep and
> punished them physically, but also offered good mental care when they fell
> ill............
<snip rest of muslim BS>
You know what? Maybe they should all be treated just like Danny Pearl
was treated. Maybe the US should should do with prisoners as muslims
have always done, you stupid jackass. You don't have the sense of a
three-horned toad.
But I can promise you this. If you muslims don't stop the terrorism,
what you now think of as your religion you will pray was just a figment
of your imagination.
Iron Maiden - The Sign Of The Cross.mp3
> Australian newspaper, U.S. military guards deprived prisoners of sleep and
> punished them physically, but also offered good mental care when they fell
> ill.
Who cares.
> ''If we did not cooperate with questioning our handcuffs were removed
> and we were put in the crucifixion position with arms outstretched until we
> collapsed in the heat,'' Mohammad told the newspaper from his home north of
> Kandahar in Afghanistan.
Cool.
> ''They beat the soles of our feet, but were careful not to leave
> permanent scars anywhere. I was often woken up in the middle of the night
> and taken for questioning,'' he said.
Awesome awesome shit.
> ''I heard the Arabs were taken out and forced to stand among the
> practice targets on the shooting range. The soldiers used dummy bullets, but
> they were trying to terrify and intimidate the al Qaeda members,'' Mohammad
> said.
Man thats great. I guess god is good.
Phaedrine Stonebridge
The man's fabrications are merely a feint to cover up what is really
going on at XRay. Gotta watch out for those quillons when you feint, if
you get my drift LOL. I thought this report merited repeating at this
timely juncture, don't you?
http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/000/856fcmt
f.asp
Guantanamo's Unhappy Campers
From the February 11, 2002 issue: Some strange things are happening at
Gitmo.
by Matt Labash
02/01/2002 6:00:00 PM
GUANTANAMO BAY, CUBA
It's 5 A.M. at the Roosevelt Roads Naval station in Puerto Rico, and 20
journalists straggle to the gate in sleep-deprived silence to catch a
plane to Guantanamo Bay. Many of us haven't been up this early in years.
But after flying thousands of miles, then pub-crawling through the
streets of Old San Juan last night, we are here because our military
escorts insist we show up at this time, though the flight actually
leaves four hours later. "The military operates on one principle,"
explains a savvy veteran: "Hurry up and wait."
If we're not happy, that goes double for our public affairs babysitters.
"I'm up to my ears in Vieques," says Navy Lt. Corey Barker, of the
nearby bombing range/public relations fiasco that has been protested by
everyone from Al Sharpton to obscure Kennedys. Now, Barker is stuck
minding us as we light out for Guantanamo, the American naval station on
the southeastern tip of Cuba. It is there that 158 al Qaeda/Taliban
prisoners are being detained because, depending on who you ask, it is an
ideal, sunny clime, it's not subject to the get-out-of-jail escape
hatches of U.S. federal law, or because, as one senior Pentagon official
says, "The lawyers didn't want to go on 14-hour flights to some guano
rock in the Pacific."
Inside the air terminal, our baggage handlers check us in with the
efficiency of Bulgarian DMV workers. A sign on the wall says "Air
Terminal of the Year 2000." "I'd hate to see who got second place,"
whispers one reporter. As we wait for our flight on a creaky Pan Am jet,
we are shunted off to the "VIP" room, so named because it has a coffee
pot and seascape paintings that look pilfered from a south Florida
retirement village. Here, we are given our media "indoctrination"
packages, never an encouraging word if you aspire to reportorial
autonomy. As we sit watching CNN, an unfounded rumor gains currency.
Though it's Saturday, and we're supposed to be in Cuba until Monday, the
military has changed plans and is going to make us leave Guantanamo
Sunday morning. "One thing's for sure," says a wire reporter, "you won't
have to sort through all your notes to decide what to lead with."
Fearing an abbreviated schedule, I commence valuable newsgathering.
Knowing that in some Taliban-held provinces, pederasty rivaled
headless-goat polo (buzkashi) as the favorite pastime, I ask a Naval
officer if there are any reports of Guantanamo prisoners turning to
man-love. "Oh God no," he says. "Though there are some Air Force
personnel over there, so who knows what's going on?"
Another officer relays something we'll hear repeated often: that because
of international political pressure, the prisoners are getting coddled.
The latest report has Army guards directing detainees on which way to
pray to Mecca. "They're actually going to paint arrows on the floors of
the cells so they'll know to face north," he says. "You mean east," I
say. "North, east, whatever," he replies, "I'm Lutheran--I don't know
where the hell it is."
A FEW hours later, we touch down at the Guantanamo landing strip on the
isolated leeward side of the base (Gitmo, as it is nicknamed, is
actually bisected by Guantanamo Bay). After getting sniffed by a German
shepherd who's more interested in bombs than my colleague's Percocet,
we're escorted to the media center, an ugly wood-paneled affair that
sits next to a pink hangar. After another hour or two of waiting, a
mouthy reporter loudly calls his editor so we can all hear him report
the latest: "Same shit, different day. Though they're really cleaning up
the media center. Curtains, an air conditioner, even a freakin' bulletin
board!"
The hospitality ends there. A stern sign on the bulletin board
admonishes us to clean up after ourselves. The goodies set out on a
table (grape beverage powder and apple jelly from meals-ready-to-eat
packs) practically scream, "Can't wait till you leave." Many of us had
secretly harbored the fantasy that we could talk our overseers into
letting us go right up to the prisoners' cells, the terrorist equivalent
of a field trip to the ASPCA.
But as a gaggle of public affairs officers enter, they lay down two
immutable laws: There will be no access to detainees (the Geneva
Convention forbids making them a "public curiosity"). And we can go only
where the officers take us. Running the public affairs show is Army Lt.
Col. William Costello, a bearish soldier who looks like the kind of guy
who enjoys breaking things on his face. His hard, dark orbs dart to and
fro while he delivers a good news/bad news proposition. The good news is
Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld will be visiting the detainees'
Camp X-Ray the next morning. The bad news is that the unfounded rumor is
founded--the Pentagon press corps is coming with him, and we'll be
forced to leave a day early.
Immediately, an angry media throng closes in on Costello, the air now
containing an Altamont-like level of violence. "My editors are going to
crush my nuts," says one reporter, probably female. "This is crazy," I
say, "How am I supposed to get enough material for a piece?" "Not my
problem," replies Costello. "This is bullshit," thunders another print
reporter. "You're making us leave as the biggest story gets here."
"You're not allowed to stay," says Costello. "Why not?" snaps the
reporter. Costello's blood rises as his high-and-tight haircut stands up
like an angry-dog scruff: "BECAUSE . . . YOU'RE . . . NOT . . .
STAYING!" "Welcome to the Pearl of the Antilles," deadpans Lt. Commander
Brendan McPherson, in a limp cruise-director chirp.
It's understandable if public affairs types are a little testy. There's
an obvious culture clash (military personnel don't get paid to ask why;
journalists don't get paid otherwise). Besides that, ever since the
detainees started arriving on January 11, Gitmo and the joint forces
being run under Southern Command have experienced the PR equivalent of
what my ever-subtle colleagues--borrowing from Special Forces
terminology for disastrous missions--call a "goat f--." In the richest
irony of the war on terrorism, the Department of Defense, which normally
goes out of its way not to make news, caused an international outcry by
releasing still shots of detainees being brought to Camp X-Ray.
As they were transported and in-processed, al Qaeda members were
photographed kneeling, wearing earmuffs, shackles, and blackout goggles.
Though these seemed perfectly reasonable precautions to take when
transporting by C-141 members of an organization already responsible for
one prison uprising (Mazar-i-Sharif, which resulted in a CIA operative's
death) and several suicide plane crashes, human rights groups and
international media, led by a chorus of Euro-whiners, immediately lapsed
into hysterics.
The British press, with typical understatement, claimed prisoners were
being "brutalized, tortured, and humiliated," and that the whole
operation was nothing more than "a sick attempt to appeal to the worst
red-neck prejudices." Tony Blair pointed out that the three British al
Qaeda members being held at Gitmo have had no complaints. But that
didn't stop the Mirror's Stephen Moyes from method reporting by donning
an al Qaeda rig. "Wrapped in the suffocating orange boiler suit," he
wrote, "I lost any sense of dignity"--a loss he could have just as
easily sustained by rereading his own copy.
Sillier still were protestations from such humanitarians as Saddam
Hussein and the government of Malaysia (Prime Minister Mahathir Mohamad
has made some of the loudest noise, though Amnesty International dings
him for arresting the speechwriter of a political rival, who was then
blindfolded, stripped naked, punched, verbally abused, and forced to
simulate homosexual acts--none of which is alleged at Camp X-Ray). About
the only foreign leader who has supported the American detainee camp,
ironically, is Fidel Castro, who is either angling to end the embargo or
inching ever closer to dementia. (He declared January "Americans' Month"
and invited Jimmy Carter for a visit.)
All of this has made Camp X-Ray personnel a sensitive lot. On the ferry
crossing over to the windward side where the camp is located, I sit next
to a now mellow Lt. Col. Costello, who has decided to patch things up
with the reporter he snapped at, and who, after getting the sign-off
from Southern Command, has cleared us to stay through Rumsfeld's visit.
Costello, like many Gitmo types, is baffled at the uproar over the
prisoners' treatment. "Soldiers and Marines that are guarding the
detainees at Camp X-Ray have worse conditions than the detainees," he
says. Much has been made over their being kept in outdoor cells,
invariably called "cages," which are topped with corrugated tin-covered
wooden roofs that keep what little rain Gitmo gets (six inches a year)
off the prisoners. Costello says their eight-by-eight cells contain
about twice as much space as soldiers have in their crowded,
unventilated tents a few hundred yards away.
"They're getting warm showers, clean laundry, hot chow," Costello says
of the prisoners. "They're getting 2,600 calories a day. I'm not getting
2,600 calories a day. I'm running my ass off chasing you guys around."
(One of the medics treating detainees claims that a full quarter of them
were suffering from malnutrition when they were captured.)
But we don't have to take Costello's word for it. We can see for
ourselves, sort of. After a quick stop at McDonald's (the only one in
Cuba), our white school bus transports us past beautiful seaside vistas
and brownish cactus-infested scrub, past ramshackle housing and up a
hill, which features an abandoned auto yard that the locals used to call
Sears. It's where they'd strip old junkers for parts then used on
jerry-rigged jalopies called "Gitmo specials."
Across from Sears is Camp X-Ray, a teeming hive of concertina wire,
canvas tents, guard towers, and newly constructed plywood interrogation
shacks with window-unit air conditioners. The chain-link cells
themselves don't need air conditioning, since a comfortable Caribbean
breeze (temperatures range from the low 70s at night to the low 80s
during the day) continuously circulates through the encampment.
Restricted to an area about 150 yards away from the open-air cellblocks,
we observe the camp from a slight elevation that CNN's John Zarrella
calls "Heartbreak Ridge," so named "because if you're a journalist, it
breaks your heart that you can't get closer." Gitmo has actually been
the site of a lot of heartbreak over the years.
It broke Christopher Columbus's, when he stopped here on his second New
World voyage. He left after failing to find gold, threatening to cut off
the tongues of his crew if they didn't agree to pretend they'd reached
Asia. It also rankles Castro, who has wanted to throw us off the island
for four decades, but can't because of a pre-Revolution lease agreement.
Likewise, when thousands of Cuban rafters were detained here for months
in the mid-'90s, many grew so unhappy with Gitmo's ghostly desolation
that they'd do anything to leave, including inject diesel fuel into
their veins, drive tent stakes into their limbs, even swim back to
Castro's Cuba.
By comparison, the al Qaedans look pretty fat, if not happy. They laze
away in the shade of their cells. They sleep on inch-and-a-half-thick
isomats, the same ones that are issued to our military. With the
assistance of a Muslim Navy chaplain, they pray five times daily. (Quick
studies, the al Qaedans didn't need arrows painted on their cell floors.
A single signpost next to an American flag points the way to Mecca.) And
while American prisoners in the Hanoi Hilton often spent years in
solitary confinement and received no medical care (John McCain to this
day can't comb his own hair), X-Ray detainees get daily sick calls from
all manner of doctors, from optometrists to podiatrists. The prisoners
(who represent about 25 different nationalities but mostly are Saudis)
can also freely chat with each other about God knows what: prison
uprisings, the demise of Talk magazine, trades of Froot Loops for garlic
bagel chips.
Their restroom arrangements are pretty spartan. They get a white bucket
for emergency squirts, while they are instructed to hold two fingers up
for the alternative. At that time, a guard shackles them and takes them
to the port-o-loo. While the military has spared no expense in
construction costs (in three weeks, they built a completely operational
field hospital staffed by 160 medical personnel--two more than there are
prisoners), they've saved a fortune in toilet paper. It's the detainees'
cultural preference not to use any. "We don't shake their hands," says
one camp guard.
In addition to the aforementioned amenities, detainees also receive two
towels, a Koran, a shortened toothbrush (still long enough to file into
a shiv), a canteen, a bucket of water, fluoride toothpaste, and shampoo.
Not just any shampoo, but "Lively" salon anti-dandruff shampoo--a
"luxurious shampoo in a gentle formula that restores moisture, shine,
and body to your beautifully clean hair." Those who think the prisoners
are getting coddled (Rep. John Mica, a Florida Republican, visited the
camp and said it's "too good for the bastards") will be happy to know
that the shampoo is not jojoba-enriched.
WHILE public affairs officers these days are going to great lengths to
talk about how docile the prisoners are, detainees have been reported
biting a guard, spitting, and threatening to kill Americans. When I
skirt away from my minders and visit the Marine snipers' tent, I learn
it went well beyond that.
The snipers, of course, are the camp's deadliest sharpshooters, ropy
young bucks (21-23 years of age) who seem largely culled from the
western or southern United States, where firearms are often regarded as
extra appendages. Their tent looks like a Marines-issued college dorm
room: Skoal-juice bottles, laundry hanging everywhere, and a spade-like
sniper insignia banner tacked to a tent wall. If there is a prison
uprising, it is these gentleman who will man the guard towers and
introduce the rioters to their 72 black-eyed virgins.
At some point, that might become necessary, they tell me, as plotting is
obviously afoot. Sgt. Matt Lampert of Montana says the other day one of
the prisoners was caught "with a piece of cloth stuffed with rocks that
was tied off at the end." Sgt. Rodney Davis says that during chowtime,
he sees them through his scope "making terrain models out of their
food." And unlike say, Afghan prisons, where starving detainees are
reportedly begging to be sent to Gitmo, there's plenty of food to play
with. "They get fed better than us, sir," says Lampert. When I ask the
Marines if they've seen anything weird, they laugh sheepishly, looking
at each other. Finally, Sgt. Josh Westbrook, who sports a forearm tattoo
of flaming baby heads, steps up. "They know they're being watched," he
explains, "so they'll stare at you, and while they stare at you,
they'll, uh, masturbate."
According to these Marines, they don't just pleasure themselves to freak
out the snipers, but also to embarrass the female Army guards in the
camp's interior. The weirdness doesn't end there. They've also eaten
their toiletries and urinated on equipment. "The other day," says
Westbrook, "one of the guys tried to do a naked cartwheel." In the most
bizarre twist, Lance Corporal Devin Klebaur says a few have also been
known to "put toothpaste in their ass." "What's the purpose?" I ask.
"I'm not sure," he says, puzzled.
After leaving the snipers, I collar other grunts who say they believe
the prisoners are more apt to act out whenever they see one of the
regular visitors from the International Committee of the Red Cross enter
the camp. "They're looking to be disciplined," says one, so that any
aggressive guard behavior will make it look as if they're being
brutalized by the American military in front of international witnesses.
ICRC visits, says another soldier, are the highlight of a prisoner's
day, since they've been spotted "giving the unshackled prisoners cookies
and milk, cigarettes, shaking their hands." Many organizations who
haven't been to Gitmo, like Human Rights Watch, have been extremely
critical of the prisoners' treatment, while the ICRC has aired no
complaints. Still, says another soldier, "They're a pain in the ass. We
see them offering them cookies, hugging them like they're best buddies.
They're undermining everything we're trying to do."
What we're trying to do isn't exactly clear at this point. We are
certainly interrogating the prisoners, though base sources won't divulge
any information that's been gleaned. The prisoners will likely be
formally charged and tried, though when I called a senior Pentagon
source to find out by whom and when, the source said, "If you find out,
will you please tell me?"
ON SUNDAY, Rumsfeld visits, and we hope for illumination. Sitting on a
bus on the tarmac, waiting for the secretary to emerge from his plane,
we pass the time as journalists do, discussing the AP-style spelling of
"bin Laden," speculating whether the prisoners will get an Internet cafe
(one of them has asked for video games), and making fun of the
fresh-meat Pentagon press corps, who are overdressed in heavy wools
instead of our much cooler island linens.
One of Rumsfeld's security agents mounts our bus, telling us the ground
rules: no photos on the tarmac, no fighting, no hitting Rumsfeld in the
head with a boom mike. After Rumsfeld tours Camp X-Ray with four
senators and the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Richard Myers
(who is so overshadowed by the secretary's rock star aura that one
reporter has to ask who he is), Rumsfeld meets the press on Heartbreak
Ridge. He gives the sort of hooah performance that has endeared him to
both the troops and the press. While he remains as firm as ever that the
detainees are "illegal combatants," not "prisoners of war," which would
afford them more rights under the Geneva Convention, he nicely avoids
plucking the only hair worth splitting--whether the captives' status is
his call. (Human rights hawks say the matter should be decided by a
"competent tribunal," whatever that is.)
Even if it isn't up to Rumsfeld, the argument seems rather academic.
It's hard to imagine anyone who has actually read the Geneva Convention
wanting to confer POW status on alleged al Qaeda members. Doing so would
not only make the terrorists eligible for repatriation to their home
countries, but also would forbid their being punished for trying to
escape, allow them to receive "scientific equipment" from home, and even
confer upon them the right to dentures--in case they lost their teeth
while, say, biting a guard. Most ludicrous, they would be afforded
"advances of pay" in an amount "never . . . inferior" to that which we
pay our own armed forces. If you're a terrorist from Central Asia, it's
not a bad deal: Kill Americans, get arrested, then get a pay raise from
America.
With all the global bellyaching about the detainees' right to humane
treatment, it's hard to imagine them getting better treatment than
they're already receiving. On my last day at Gitmo, all I have time to
eat is a stale Ding Dong and a greasy plate of onion rings. My public
affairs keepers couldn't care less. By contrast, for breakfast and lunch
alone, the prisoners are served oatmeal, an orange, peanut butter,
margarine, a "culturally appropriate" halal meal, and a giant snack pack
containing Froot Loops, raisins, a Nature Valley granola bar, baked
garlic bagel chips, and Bullseye barbecue-seasoned sunflower kernels.
Still, the overseers of the prison are concerned that detainees aren't
getting enough pita bread with their meals, and they're planning to make
the food spicier, just the way the prisoners like it back home.
While we wait, we journalists have to stand in the hot sun most of the
day. After hours, we are confined to our Consolidated Bachelor Quarters,
sleeping four to a duplex room on cots, some without pillows or
blankets. We aren't even allowed to go the beach, a few hundred yards
away from our building (though, emboldened by the rum we imported from
Puerto Rico, a colleague and I make a mad dash under a guard searchlight
for the bathwater Caribbean anyway). Besides drinking, our only
entertainment is a pool table--one cue is cracked, the other is missing
its tip. The prisoners, by contrast, get to read their Korans, while
novels and more "religious books" are on the way.
At the end of their day, they get a good night's sleep in a single cell.
At the end of our day, we are told that a C-141 (the same plane that
transported the detainees) just became available, and we are prematurely
hustled off so the military can dump us in Nowheresville, New Jersey, on
a Sunday night after every rental car place in the state has closed.
Perhaps the international community is right. The treatment being meted
out at Guantanamo is inhumane. To see for yourself, don't bother
canvassing Camp X-Ray prisoners. Just get a Gitmo press pass.
Matt Labash is senior writer at The Weekly Standard.
george II
is commonly praticed in the west. Sounds like a story dreamed-up in
Afghanistan.
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SosaEscobar wrote: snip.................
> Mohammad said Australian prisoner David Hicks, who is being held as a
> suspected al Qaeda member after being captured in Afghanistan during the
> U.S.-led offensive, remained defiant, answering back to guards and
> pretending to be deaf.
> He said Hicks, who remains in legal limbo at the prison after his bid
> to have his case heard in a U.S. court was rejected in August, had fallen
> ill, but had undergone surgery for what Mohammad believed was a hernia and
> recovered.
As far as I am concerned Hicks is a traitor and deserves everything he gets, I
for one would love to have him on a rifle range and send a few rounds around,
over and into the little shit. The only good thing is knowing that when he
arrives back here he will get much worse from our prison systems than even he
imagines. There is nothing worse to an Aussie than an Aussie "traitor" F%$&
him..............
GeorgeP
You have to force them to speak somehow, we need to know. I say hand them over to the Chinese, they can make anyone speak..............
GP
GeorgeP
GP
_ArKLyte
> Fact is they can do anything that they want, who
>would know,
The International Red Cross is ON-SITE.
They would know.
Crusader Wabbit
committed hardened terrorists.
On the other hand, the possibilities for a large iron grill and good supply
of jet fuel are unlimited. My imagination runs wild. I wouldn't even ask
the bastards any questions. Just let them bubble and babble. :-)
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