To Torture or Not...???

I’m just saying; this tortured torture argument is a lot of flummery foisted as a faux pas targeting those who have dedicated their lives to protecting us, the people. Cognizant, coherent citizens are engaged in a debate where they question the methods of safety provided them. When you think about it, it’s akin to the sperm complaining to the egg about the condom.

I’m not buying it, or even renting it by the mile. My personal policy is pro-torture. I’ve taken it as an article of faith. And trust me; I’ve given torture a great deal of reflection…after all, I have ex-wives.

But, and think about this; we are the lone superpower remaining on this spinning orb and the best we can do is water sports. As John Stossel would say, “give me a break”. I long for that ole time torture. You know; the fire and brimstone, can I haaaaaave an amen, drawing and quartering, the iron maiden dosee doe. Ah yes, good times.

For all of you short bussers on the left and you middle of the road Forrest Gumps, this gets pretty simple. You can even play along at home. We are at war with a cult like pseudo-religion that has as its sacrament the rape of children, the rape of women and the rape of goats; just not in that order.

How about it, friends, neighbors and countrymen? Think about it; we are flogging ourselves in some sort of self flagellation because a few pieces of excrement were made somewhat uncomfortable.

This might surprise you limp wristed leftist Looney tunes but the father of our country had definite ideals and inspirations in his command. You might say he was the original motivational speaker. He regularly whipped subordinates for insubordination and executed deserters. He bucked up. He got the job done. And here’s the thing; don’t try that civilized, the times have changed, we are more enlightened flank attack on my soon to be recognized as a literary masterpiece postulation. That ship has sailed Sally.

Just because you Sheila’s don’t have the backbone or testicular fortitude to put Abdulla’s head in a vice until he gives up what well little Timmy is in doesn’t give you the right to question those of us that will do the heavy lifting and put us in the dock. Better yet to simply say thank-you and leave us to protecting your sorry ass.

Yet, instead; you decry the methods that we stalwarts employ to allow you to peacefully sleep at night in a cozy home filled with promising offspring. How dare you! How dare you question the methods that we apply to the protection of you and the ones you love?

How sanctimonious you must be. To bitterly suffer the application of a trying debate that stakes it flag to the mythical high moral ground in only the abstract. When in, “dynamic realism” innocent people are butchered while good men do nothing.

Listen up you symbiotic simian stupidest scene stealers. All of the theatrics, hand wringing aestivations hoping to stretch this debate well nigh into the fall, one might presume that at some point the adults will once again command the steering of this frog back into a tadpole. This isn’t news. Hell yes we should torture. It should be done quietly and not on the front page of the New York Slimes. Come to think of it; my garage is pretty quiet. I’m just saying….
Conservative Springfield Staff Writer