Friday, May 20, 2005
Poor little foofie Saddam.
Via Michelle Malkin, Saddam is getting fairly decent treatment, even if he has been paparazzi'd in a way that will undoubtedly excite certain mayors of certain American cities. (Incidentally, certain mayors blithely showed up for work today, thus keeping certain cities hopelessly tangled in Ick.)
This afternoon, John Gibson on Fox News was wondering if Arabs are aggrieved that their prisoners are getting worse treatment than Americans give to their own. Well, I can speak from (admittedly ancient) experience on that point. Back in 1969, I spent most of a year in Mansfield. Picture above, taken from a good museum site, shows the range where my little nest was located.
So let's compare. (Quoting Malkin on Saddam)
Saddam gets hair dye, "to keep his mane youthful-looking."
I got a haircut once a month; the barbers always gave me a buzz cut, helpfully marking me as a sissybitch. Further luxuries: a shower and rape once a week.
Saddam gets three squares a day, a fluffy pillow, and full-air conditioning.
I got three squares a day (pretty good food, actually); a metal bunk, and no heat or air-conditioning.
"Saddam can exercise in a 4,300-square-foot back yard while razor wire keeps out would-be attackers. He tends a small garden in a nearby courtyard."
I could have used the exercise yard if I wanted bonus rapes; since I didn't elect that privilege, I stayed inside. Some protection from attackers would have been welcome.
Saddam gets regular medical exams by the Red Cross.
If I got sick, I could report to Infirmary, where I could wait several days for attention by the prison "doctor", who was actually a retired mortician.
As for embarrassment by guards, anyone who has done time will laugh at the "abuses" of Abu Ghraib. I only got in trouble with the guards once, by flying paper planes through the cell door toward the windows you can see above. They took me into the guard room, gathered all the guards and made me spend an hour making more planes and flying them for their private amusement; then I had the privilege of mopping the entire ground floor of both wings.
Granted, my crime was considerably more severe than Saddam's or the Abu Ghraib prisoners. I possessed a few seeds and stems of a forbidden plant, while Saddam only killed 300,000 people. So the difference is understandable. ¶ 2:36 PM
Via Michelle Malkin, Saddam is getting fairly decent treatment, even if he has been paparazzi'd in a way that will undoubtedly excite certain mayors of certain American cities. (Incidentally, certain mayors blithely showed up for work today, thus keeping certain cities hopelessly tangled in Ick.)
This afternoon, John Gibson on Fox News was wondering if Arabs are aggrieved that their prisoners are getting worse treatment than Americans give to their own. Well, I can speak from (admittedly ancient) experience on that point. Back in 1969, I spent most of a year in Mansfield. Picture above, taken from a good museum site, shows the range where my little nest was located.
So let's compare. (Quoting Malkin on Saddam)
Saddam gets hair dye, "to keep his mane youthful-looking."
I got a haircut once a month; the barbers always gave me a buzz cut, helpfully marking me as a sissybitch. Further luxuries: a shower and rape once a week.
Saddam gets three squares a day, a fluffy pillow, and full-air conditioning.
I got three squares a day (pretty good food, actually); a metal bunk, and no heat or air-conditioning.
"Saddam can exercise in a 4,300-square-foot back yard while razor wire keeps out would-be attackers. He tends a small garden in a nearby courtyard."
I could have used the exercise yard if I wanted bonus rapes; since I didn't elect that privilege, I stayed inside. Some protection from attackers would have been welcome.
Saddam gets regular medical exams by the Red Cross.
If I got sick, I could report to Infirmary, where I could wait several days for attention by the prison "doctor", who was actually a retired mortician.
As for embarrassment by guards, anyone who has done time will laugh at the "abuses" of Abu Ghraib. I only got in trouble with the guards once, by flying paper planes through the cell door toward the windows you can see above. They took me into the guard room, gathered all the guards and made me spend an hour making more planes and flying them for their private amusement; then I had the privilege of mopping the entire ground floor of both wings.
Granted, my crime was considerably more severe than Saddam's or the Abu Ghraib prisoners. I possessed a few seeds and stems of a forbidden plant, while Saddam only killed 300,000 people. So the difference is understandable. ¶ 2:36 PM
