Those darn torture memos

I have to get this off my chest: I don’t give a fat rat’s ass how many times Abu Boo-hoo or Khalid Shit Moo-moo got water boarded, had sleep deprivation, or were forced to watch re-runs of Gilligan’s Island.  Left to me, I could see putting hot reeds under their fingernails.  Sewing scotch bonnet peppers…
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