Back to the Waterboard

I haven’t made it through a single day without the mention of waterboarding and interrogation-related snafus in oh so long. Earlier this week, the Times ran an article that shed some much-reviled light on a set of terror detainee interrogation tapes that were for whatever malignant, conniving, or just plain ignorant reason destroyed. The tapes, created in 2002, were destroyed in 2005 because the drunk uncle of an unnamed CIA operative wanted to bury the evidence that he secretly recorded over the tapes with late-night soft-core cable porn before his wife got home from her nightshift. I think I can safely assume that the “alleged” tapes display what can only be described as “torture.” And, seeing as waterboarding has been the talk of the town in recent weeks, I’ll go ahead and assume that the tapes were some pretty damning evidence that we’ve been applying “enhanced” tactics for some time now. The noggin scratcher for me on this one is that, if they’re going to defend the practice of destroying recent footage of a technique they’re trying to sell to the American people, are they running out of storage space? Is it a matter of, “Hey, we bought some suave new cabinets from IKEA, but just got done cataloging our Dukes of Hazard memorabilia along the shelves?” That’s why you always keep your receipts.

Currently listening to Keith Jarrett - Spheres