Saving Private Fouty, et al.
I bring it up because something strange is going on in Iraq. With violence steadily escalating and the situation deteriorating, several thousand American troops have been pulled out of action to look for three POWs. I can't remember anything like this happening in any previous war. Of course, I can't remember a previous war that began with the American government announcing its intention to flout the Geneva Convention and employ torture as an interrogation technique. The assumption was that no American soldier could possibly be captured, or molested in any way, unless his uniform was mussed by Iraqis greeting him as a liberator. This in turn rested on an admixture of wishful thinking, hubris, and mouth-breathing stupidity unique to the Cheney-Bush regime.
I fervently hope that Pvt. Byron Fouty, Spec. Alex Jimenez and Pfc. Joseph Anzack, Jr., are not being treated like inmates at Abu Ghraib, or Bushenwald in Cuba, or the secret hellpits operated by the Central Intelligence Agency all over the world. It would be wonderful if this were an Enlightenment-Era opera by Mozart, where the Turkish pasha surprises everyone by showing mercy to the son of the man who wronged him and sending all the Christian captives home. But who are we kidding? Any minute video of their "enhanced interrogation" may show up on Al Jazeera, and Americans whose idea of first-class intelligence work is derived from 24 will find out why we had treaties to begin with, and why we tried and occasionally executed Japanese and German officers who ignored them.
The case for barbarism was made in the notorious "torture memo" drafted by then-White House consigliere Alberto Gonzales, who was soon rewarded with his very own Justice Department after John Ashcroft was discovered to be infected with a microscopic quantity of scruples. (Researchers believe he picked it up after brushing against Colin Powell at a White House Christmas party.) Memo to future attorneys general: When you are being compared unfavorably with John Ashcroft, and your resignation is being urged by the same bonehead senators who confirmed you less than three years ago, it is time to slither back under the big flat rock. Gonzorrhea hangs on, however, with his tone-deaf lies and shit-eating grin, the face of a regime that has the sensitivity of an autistic warthog. "Yeah, Ah'm lyin', whatch'all gonna do about it?" is the subtext of everything they say and do. Chief Eunuch Rove and his little prince know that nobody is going to turn off American Idol and take to the streets, and the suffering and dying will continue. I really do hope they find those guys, because even a stay at Walter Reed and a photo-op with Bush has to be better than what they're living through now.