For gobs of dollars, the Pakis turn over an uncharged man to the Feds, who are drooling over their torture implements:
http://latimes.com/news/nationworld/world/la-040202terror.story A senior law enforcement official, who also confirmed Zubeida's capture, said counter-terrorism agents are angling to interrogate him. "There is a fair amount of excitement about this," he said. "This guy will be put through the ringer for days and weeks," said a former senior Clinton administration counter-terrorism official. "It will take at least 96 hours . . . to get him to spill everything," said the former official. "If they don't crack him by then, he is a very tough nut. If not, they will keep going. He is probably having the worst time in his entire life right now." ------ Although he did try to run away (suicide by M-16?) he didn't, nor did he get killed. Shouldn't knowledgable officers have cyanide pills when they're near the front lines? Seems you'd still get into Paradise (tm) if you took them to keep mil secrets safe.. ----- And, the Feds don't have to follow any rules: William H. Webster, a former FBI and CIA director, said interrogation efforts will "go beyond name, rank and serial number" because Zubeida is considered an unlawful combatant and not a prisoner of war. "Traditional third-degree would be inappropriate, such as using physical force," Webster said. "I don't want to spell out how late they can keep him up before letting him go to bed, but they have a right to aggressively try to gain information from him." ----- Some music for Mr. Rumsfeld: Flies all green and buzzin', in this dungeon of despair. Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes, and scratch their matted hair. A tiny light, from a window hole, a hundred yards away, is all they ever gets to know about the regular light in the day. And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin', and weepin' greenish drops. In the room where the giant fire puffer works, and the torture never stops. The torture never stops. Slime and rot, rats and snot, and vomit on the floor. Fifty yoogly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door. Knives and spikes, and guns and the likes of every tool of pain. And a sinister midget, with a bucket and a mop, where the blood goes down the drain. And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin', and weepin' greenish drops. In the room where the giant fire puffer works, and the torture never stops. http://www.davemcnally.com/lyrics/FrankZappa/THETORTURENEVERSTOPS.asp
