I did, however, dread small enclosures, and a trip into the deeper attics or crawl spaces inspired a certain discomfort, although fortunately such ventures were seldom required of me early in life, and unlike bugs, one can pretty much shun such activities, and the problem is solved.  Clearly, if a bunch of sociopathic people had been able to “interrogate” me, they would have found this out, and been off to the races with it.  Our tax dollars at work.

Unfortunately, the last 18 years in the building industry have sent me into every sort of crevice, nook and cranny, in stifling or freezing temperatures, and yes, to my considerable chagrin, sometimes unpleasant critters are involved.  A building with cockroaches is just annoying to its inhabitants; to a person ripping out walls there, it’s something else entirely.  The image of a moving carpet of terrified and scurrying bugs is something I’ve never erased from my mind, despite the drinking.  It took about five years before I stopped leaping backward when ripping out an old wall, but I had that option, since I hadn’t been made all comfy and cozy by our protectors.  Would that somebody “protecting America” got their manicured paws on that story, they’d have figured out a way to get me to admit to teabagging John McCain.

I guess what I’m reacting to is the kind of juvenile sadism, borne of fascination with bugs, fears, and campfire stories, that would worry any parent when they escalated to larger targets, like frogs for George Bush, cats for Bill Frist, wolves for Sarah Palin, and terrorists for the teabaggers, were actually made policy by the United States Government.  Think about that.  Every one of these people probably belonged in reform school, and they never made it there.  They made the big leagues, in their own special way.

Now, Justice Department “lawyers” are discussing which kind of bug would be best …  and how small should the enclosure be?  What should be told (a lie, of course, these people only do lies) to the “detainee” about the bug(s?) to make it more scary?  A suspicious redaction right at this part makes me wonder, not unaccountably.  Just when I thought it was embarrassing to have devoted the best minds of a generation to fraudulent finance, this comes along, and I’m almost thankful.  Look what the legal profession was coughing up.

The vileness of the memos give me Hope, of the trademarked sort, that this is the underwater sixteen level chess played in Quikrete we’ve all been waiting for.  Obama has his flaws, but he’s not illiterate.  Call me a cock-eyed optimist, but when Americans find that we used BUGS to torture people, some serious Hell is going to break loose.

Or, more likely, Tom DeLay will be all over the TV promoting DDT.  I’m not sure which.