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The Colonel had slipped in the basement door. He was threading his way through the lower chambers when he heard her moan. He carefully opened one last door and there she was, strapped to a tall, black post. She appeared to be hanging in her bonds, as if suspended by little more than her wrists. He could see her shoulder blades, pushing at the lily-white skin. The blades seem to push the dark red welts out, towards him, reminding the Colonel of a Carravagio painting, where the hand and arm seemed to extend from the canvas into reality. He walked up softly next to her and whispered, “I’m here to save you, do not make a sound, Ill get you out of here.” Suddenly he realized her hands were free. It was a trap. The realization came too late, she whirled around, knife blade to his throat, and she laughed and spat out the words, “No, you fool, I have you!”

In the next instant, before he could even react and respond, his arch rivals, Madame and Master R, appeared from the shadows. They quickly shackled the Colonel to the very post from which he had intended to liberate their “victim.” “Now let the torture really begin,” said Madame with the evil smile he had come to both despise and secretly lust to see again. Suddenly Master R took a hammer and said, “Pay attention you worm.” “Tell us who sent you, are their others coming too, and where your terrorist base camp is located.” The Colonel hesitated, only momentarily. In that brief instant of trying to deny the information, Master R smiled viciously and smashed the hammer down onto his the biggest toe on his right foot. Before he felt the excruciating pain, he heard the bone shatter into splinters. “Tell us now,” hissed Madame. He knew the petite Madame was the cruel one, the psychotic one, the one who had to compensate for years of being treated small by the people he now worked with. He could not give her the information. He felt her hand grab his pants, felt the knife slice through the cloth as she tore away the protective layers of clothing. Then, one more time, her soft, seductive voice hissed, “Tell me now!” Again he hesitated, just momentarily. He felt her hand grab his penis as she began to press the knife’s tip into his left testicle. He screamed in pain as he felt the blade slice into his nut. He heard her laugh and felt her cruelty mix with her arousal. Suddenly he felt the hammer again, this time smashing into the top of his foot. He knew that if he survived, he would always have a crippled foot, always limp through his life. The Madame twisted the knife, with the blade still deep inside his testicle. The pain was too great to speak through. He could not reply, could not give them the information they sought. “Still no answer?” This time the voice was actually that of the woman he thought he had come to rescue. He felt her slide a metal rod right into his cock, deep into his urethra. Then he felt the electricity. He screamed and she laughed. Master R now had his hand, and proceeded to methodically smash each of his fingers, as Madame drove the knife through his other testicle and used that to pin him to the wall. “Tell us now!” they screamed, but the pain was too great, and he blacked out, into what would be a very temporary safe haven. The other woman threw acid on his pinned balls and the smell of his flesh, burning, quickly revived him to his vile and desperate situation, a situation that would lead to his slow dismemberment and pain-filled death. It would be a death at the hands of Madame and Master R, two of the government’s top operatives, both well trained at The School.

REALITY CHECK: WE WOULD NEVER PLAY LIKE THIS. Actually, you have been sexually set up for a political purpose. I saw a survey last week that said 45% of the people polled approved of torture to gain information about terrorists. 45 %! In a country that is supposed to cherish the unalienable rights of all people, this is a warning signal that something is terrible wrong. I don’t mean something wrong on the outside of our nation, I mean something terribly wrong in our hearts.

We all come from 10,000 years of being pharaohs or slaves. Guess which side you were on. Two hundred and twenty six years ago, a group of mortals said, “we can do better.” We began the process of turning our backs on the pharaohs, the kings, the tyrants, the torturers. We said “this must stop” to governments that trample our unalienable rights to life and liberty and pursuing happiness. Simply put, when the pharaoh could not control his slaves, he beat them, when that did not work, he threw them in jails, and when that did not work, he tortured them. If the torture failed, or it was simply his sadistic whim, he killed them. This is precisely what our foreparents, great Americans all, turned their backs on and said, “No more.” We call it the unalienable right to life. Not inalienable, which in Jefferson’s day implied god-given, but unalienable, which means, not to be given or taken by any government…anytime…anywhere.

Yes, we have enemies. There have been enemies as long as there have been pharaohs to turn the brotherhood and sisterhood of human kind against each other. We need to recall, and recall quickly, that wars are always one pharaoh’s slaves killing another pharaoh’s slaves. Remember when Martin Luther King joined the civil rights movement with the anti war movement and won a Nobel Peace Prize. That is precisely what he was trying to teach us.

Civilization moves forward with a cutting edge. Leading it forward are the American ideals, the ideals meant to put an end to torture and war and the rest of the tools of the pharaohs. In front of that edge, in the future, lies a world where we respect all citizens, where torture has ceased. Behind the cutting edge we have the hatreds bred so deeply into us by 10,000 years of leaders turning people against each other. Behind the cutting edge, we have hatred, racism, religious persecutions, jihads, torture, WAR, and the thousand other tools of the jingoist, tools that do nothing but keep us trapped in our darkest and most primitive ways.

You can choose which side of this cutting edge of civilization you stand on. You can stand for the unalienable rights, for a world where “leaders” are not allowed to torture our family. You can help advance the American ideals, or you can stand behind that same cutting edge, and endorse the pharaohs who for thousands of years have maimed and killed us. You can stand with the racism, the hatreds, the false patriotism that keep us from our unalienable rights, or you can say “NO MORE. I stand with Jefferson’s dream, and Washington’s dream and the dreams of all our foreparents, a dream of a world free from pharaohs and their primitive ways.” If you stand on the forward side of this edge, you will slowly, very slowly, help advance these ideals that we call equality. If you stand behind this edge, you keep us mired in the bog of our past. It is a shared past. What we most need now is a shared commitment to a future where everyone, all citizens of this world, are recognized to be endowed with certain unalienable rights. Number one to work on, right now, today, in our own hearts and in our back yards and in our halls of governance, is a world free of torture. If we do not stand on the forward edge, we remain in the dark ways, and all the horrors we have seen and shared this long and painful autumn will continue. The pain shall never cease until we turn our Democratist backs on these primitive methods and beliefs. Let Americans stand as leaders in the struggle to put an end to these atrocities, not as people who resort to them and perpetuate them when it serves our purpose. For Washington’s sake, for Abigail Adam’s sake, for your sake and that of your children’s children, SAY NO TO TORTURE as an acceptable part of American policy.