Hello Children, Today’s final update comes to us thanks to them enlightened folks over at SomethingAwful! Like many internets tubes sites, they got themselves a few bad apples in among the good, but overall they been right on the money! You might remember they done a good job of exposing the negro agenda {Here}, and their espousing of good Christian values {Here}, but sometimes they get some mighty insightful satire going. Now this {Here} article is a mite long, but I reckon y'all might prefer that than "surfing" the tubes to find it:
"Everyone please take your seat so we can resume the hearing," Chairman Harlock yelled over the din of many separate conversations. "Come on folks, we've got a long afternoon ahead of us."
Albert O. Brandyfield, former Secretary of Interrogations, was being grilled by the senate subcommittee on national security. He had already taken his seat at the table, his shriveled frame flanked by highly-paid Washington lawyers. He seemed shrunken since leaving his post, withered by the media attention on his past "mistakes." Though otherwise weakened, Brandyfield's black, button eyes glinted with keen intelligence.
Some on the left accused Brandyfield of authorizing and encouraging the use of torture during the previous administration. Many on the right were sympathetic to Brandyfield and believed any torture was conducted as a necessary means to provide for national security.
Brandyfield's cantankerous performance during the morning's session had demonstrated that the senators on the committee could expect no mea culpa.
Chairman Harlock banged the gavel a few more times and the room finally fell silent.
"If we're ready, let's continue with the Senator from Idaho," Chairman Harlock said and pointed the handle of the gavel at the balding Republican. "Senator Kempt, go ahead."
Senator Kempt shuffled some papers and cleared his throat before speaking.
"Thank you, Mister Chairman."
Senator Kempt paused to adjust his microphone lower.
"Thank you also, Former Secretary Brandyfield, I know you have received a lot of guff from my esteemed colleagues today and you have been so very patient."
"I'm glad to answer questions," Brandyfield replied.
"Good. That's good, because I do have a question for you," Senator Kempt paused again to shuffle his papers. "Most of the questions today have been directed at whether or not you believe the US government tortured and what exactly your role was in shaping individual interrogations. I would like to broaden the scope of the questioning out into the general question of whether or not torture is ever okay. If a time bomb is ticking in a school full of babies and you have the guy who you know can tell you where the bomb is and how to disarm it, will you torture him?"
"That's an excellent question, Senator. First, I would like to reiterate that the United States does not, as a rule, torture. We have a variety of interrogation techniques available to us and we utilize these under normal circumstances. However, to answer your hypothetical, the United States would act in the best interests of national security to obtain time-sensitive information."
"So if there was a threat to America and the only way to get the information was torture, you would torture someone?"
"In order to protect America we would do anything in our power to get that information," Brandyfield answered. "All options are on the table in those situations."
"I yield the balance of my time," Senator Kempt noted.
"Ah, Senator Feinbaum," Chairman Harlock pointed to the Democrat from Rhode Island.
"Thank you, Mister Chairman," said Senator Feinbaum.
He took off his reading glasses before addressing Brandyfield.
"My colleague introduced a fascinating hypothetical about a...school full of babies with a ticking time bomb. You were good enough to answer that 'all options' are on the table in a scenario like that. Is that correct?"
"Yes," Brandyfield answered without hesitation. "We cannot allow squeamishness to obstruct the safety of our country. When the enemy adheres to no moral code then I believe in certain very specific circumstances we should explore every option available."
"Interesting, Mr. Brandyfield. If I might explore that hypothetical a little further, I was curious, in that exact scenario...ticking time bomb, babies in peril, one man knows the answer...would you be willing to be sodomized if it meant having the answer to that question?"
"I'm not sure I...ah...I don't..." Brandyfield was flummoxed.
"Would you take one for the team, Mister Brandyfield? Would you let a terrorist cornhole you? Hump your filthy shitpipe?"
"That's, I mean I can't imagine a scenario where..."
"No, this is the hypothetical. Terrorist dude is totally 100% immune to torture, but he agrees to give you the location of the bomb if he can just get a good ten minutes pounding the hell out of your saggy old man ass. So answer that question. Would you allow yourself to be sodomized if it meant getting the information to save a school full of babies from a bomb?"
"I don't...no, I can't do that," Brandyfield answered. "I think it's a ridiculous-"
"No, that's the hypothetical. And let the record note that Secretary Brandyfield believes ten minutes of tube in the stink is just too much to endure to save the lives of dozens of children."
"Now wait a minute, I-"
"Let the record reflect that!" Senator Feinbaum's voice squealed in the microphone.
"That's not fair, Senator, that situation would never arise," Brandyfield objected.
"It's just a hypothetical, but I can understand your reluctance. That is a very intimate act to share with someone you barely know. What about something a bit less intrusive? Would you, say, be willing to jerk off a terrorist who knows the location and means of disarming a ticking time bomb? Just give him a little tug?"
"I don't see how this is relevant to-"
"You can use a sock. Put some jelly on a sock and beat him off. You can even look away while you're doing it if it really bothers you that much."
"This is disgusting, I am a happily married man, Senator. I would never engage-"
"We're not talking about cheating for romance or lust, Mr. Brandyfield. You're cheating to save babies. School babies next to a bomb. It's in those little wooden nooks where the kindergarteners put their lunches. It will blow them all to pieces and all you have to do to save them is beat off one terrorist mastermind for like five minutes. Using a jellied jerk sock. You don't even have to touch it directly."
"I refuse to answer," Brandyfield replied.
"Let the record note that when confronted with a ticking time bomb Secretary Brandyfield refused to answer," Senator Feinbaum declared.
"Wait a second," Brandyfield was beginning to sound very agitated. "I will answer your damn hypothetical. No! The answer is no!"
"No need to shout, Mr. Brandyfield. Please amend the record to reflect that Senator Brandyfield will not jerk off a terrorist to save the lives of children."
"This is appalling," Brandyfield shook his head in disgust.
"My time is almost up, Mr. Brandyfield, but I want to give you one last opportunity to answer the hypothetical. Same scenario. School, babies, ticking bomb, terrorist with the answers. Hell, throw in extra answers. He knows where Bin Laden is and he can tell us where all the loose nukes are right now. This guy is the intelligence goldmine, but he's totally immune to torture. You've pulled all his nails, sliced up his genitals, so no jerking off, and you've cut out one of his eyes. He doesn't care. But he will give you all the answers if you just kiss him."
"Kiss him?"
"On the mouth. Just once, Mr. Brandyfield."
"Kiss him on the mouth?"
"Yeah, kiss a terrorist dude on the mouth. You know what, not even kiss him, just get your mouth really close to his and then you both stick out your tongues and touch the tip of your tongue to his for maybe two seconds."
"Touch tongues and that is it?"
"For only two seconds."
"And he will tell us how to stop the bomb and find Bin Laden and all about the loose nukes?"
"Yes, and anything else you can think of. He's the intelligence Rosetta Stone. All plots revealed."
"Wow, I, uh...I suppose I would do that then. I'd have to do that."
"Let the record reflect that Secretary Brandyfield is willing to touch tongues with a terrorist in a homosexual kissing scenario to save America."
"Now wait a minute-"
"Your time is up," announced Chairman Harlock. "Secretary Brandyfield, if you have further answers for that question you will have to submit them in writing. Uh, we have time for one more before a quick voting recess. Senator Burns from Wyoming."
The frog-faced Republican Senator from Wyoming turned on his microphone and leaned forward.
"I would like to begin by thanking Secretary Brandyfield for stopping by to answer our questions," began Senator Burns. "But I can't thank him. Because I am totally grossed out right now. I seriously feel like I might puke. I would like the record to reflect that I can support enhanced interrogations in some situations, but I do not support nor condone French kissing no terrorist."
Secretary Brandyfield hung his head in shame. Senator Burns pointed an accusatory finger at him.
"There are some lines that the US Government just cannot cross," Senator Burns admonished. "If we endorse that sort of behavior then are we really America anymore? Not the one I remember. We cannot sacrifice our most important qualities in pursuit of security. The United States of America does not gay tongue touch prisoners."
- Zack "Geist Editor" Parsons
Now I can’t completely agree with the way they twisted the concept of RAPE ROOMS, but they got the idea down pretty well. You might remember I suggested something along them lines {Here} to them good folks over at Gateway Pundit, which earned the ire of some gutless pantywaist lib who loves terrorists more than America. But that’s all moot now anyhow, thanks to “President” Barack HUSSEIN Obama and his Cabinet of Evil! They’re going to see to it that all his friends in Gitmo are released on the streets of America! -Norma Jean
