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Who Would Jesus Waterboard?

So what would work, to give waterboarding more publicity? I think we need some performance artists willing to be strapped down and actually waterboarded by people in U.S. military uniforms, in the middle of Westlake, with a big "Merry Christmas! Look at what the sales tax on your gifts is paying for!"

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And then, I don't know, some tinsel around it? To make it more festive?

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I should have clarified: This is a photo from a room where the Khmer Rouge performed waterboarding. Fans of the history of torture may be curious to find that the waterboarding we pay for with our taxes is closest to the kind done by the Nazis at Ravensbruck and the kind developed by the Dutch to torture English traders in the East Indies in the 16th century (which was also used in police stations in the U.S. South during the 1920s). Hooray for torture! Can't wait to send off my fat quarterly Torture Funding check next month.

Seems to me that it might be more interesting to make the demonstration interactive. This would accomplish two worthy goals: Those who are against torture can reinforce their belief, while those who straight-facedly defend the practice can be shamed into stepping up and experiencing it for themselves. If they are capable of shame, which may be doubtrful.

Did you see my post on Chinese Water Torture or was this just a coincidence?

It was total random coinicdence. I'm just recovering from my move and got to do some quick blog-reading this a.m. before returning to the boxes. You got hit by a cop! Hilarious. (Only sort of, of course.)

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