let's lighten the mood, shall we? this is a little more scatalogical than i usually like to get with the written word, but anyone who knows me personally knows i am capable of much worse. whatever. here goes.
i had this crazy dream the other night where i was a secret government interrogator and i needed information. and i had a special interrogation technique which i'm sure is majorly illegal in real life but at least i wasn't shooting anyone in the kneecaps like jack bauer. i would put a plate of dog poo in front of them on the table and douse it with rubbing alcohol*.
then i'd light the shit and say "you tell me what i need to know or i'll stomp this fire out with your face." and of course, if they didn't talk, i had to do what i had to do. eventually, they all talk.
what do you think that says about the kind of person i am?
* rubbing alcohol, in case you didn't know, is highly flammable. or inflammable. those words mean the same goddamn thing. why on earth?
That, my friend, is the single best interrogation/torture technique ever. I'm talking way better than that old "Chinese water torture" bullshit. You should tell the CIA. Do they have a suggestion box?
ReplyDeletethat might be part of the massive intelligence overhaul that was supposed to happen. i'll check it out.
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