Blogger No One Missed, Released
Jun 15th, 2008 | By Pates Baroni | Category: Unhealthy Living
“Darkness is a godsend” I scratched into the wall of my 8 by 10 cell. One less sense I had to blot out to feel human. I could only hope it would help the next victim of that place on his or her decent into the hell that is Guantanamo Bay Detention Center. This morning the flourescent lights flickered on and I wet myself in fear as I have so many times these past few weeks. But today was different. Strained smiles and stale danish were waiting for me in place of dogs and masked men with their water-board gear. There would be no screams today. I was home. At that moment, somewhere deep Inside, a small part of me leapt for joy. It died as quickly as it came. Here I sit in my cubicle in the lavish offices of Receiving Me? filled with hate and the taste of bile. The kind of bile you only taste after stale danish and torture. How could they have imprisoned a blogger, not even a good one, without any probable cause? How could they have done such unspeakable things to my body, to my soul? How could they have possibly gone to such great lengths to break my will (and every law that governs we the people of this great nation) only to let me go without knowing if I was really a threat? I may be broken, battered and bruised… but I am still a republican damn it. How in all good conscience could my government release me based on a few pleas from my friends and family. Who knows if they were terrorists too? I could have been plotting anything! Sure there was evidence that I was innocent, but for god sakes an alibi is the first thing you learn to make when you’re an anti-American operative. We’re getting soft I tell you. I have called my state senator and asked to be re-interned until my innocence can be determined. Thus far I have not received a reply. I suspect the cowards on the hill are tucking tail and running now that the left wing do-gooders gained rights for suspected terrorists in our nations courts. Tragic. I’ve had enough. If things don’t start shaping up around here I’m moving to a proper authoritarian state. I just don’t feel safe here anymore.





























Most of us didn’t get month long free vacations in sunny Cuba, most of us had to stay here and work, so I don’t want to hear any complaints.
yeah, what he said.