Interrogators

INTERROGATORS

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The Patron Saint Of Interrogators

Horatio Noccanacca was a fine interrogator, if a little hairy and slack on personal hygiene. Ever night, before bed, he would look in the mirror and interrogate himself, believing he was about to crack. Then he would kiss his bedside picture of Dickless Cheney, crawl into bed alongside his inflatable Dubberyar Doll, and sleep the sleep of the unjust. When day dawned, he would fart, get up, pack the rubber hose his dear mother had knitted for him, then head off to Camp X-ray for another day of human pyramids and simulated sex acts, which sometimes he joined. At the end of his shift, he would compile an intelligence report that fitted the policies of his lords and masters, before heading off to the Officer's Club where the men dressed as ladies and took turns giving press conferences. Then to bed, the better to torture those who cannot strike back in the morning.

The Grand Seal Of The Camp X-ray Interrogator's Guild

Drago MacSlobovovich always wanted to be a U.S. Interrogator since his boyhood, when pulling the wings off flies no longer did it for him. The fact that he didn't speak English was not regarded as a handicap, as nobody reads interrogation reports anyway. He was transferred to Transit Camp Alpha where he would await planeloads of those damn towel heads, and as they came off the plane, with a flick of his riding crop he sent them to Jordan, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, or Camp X-ray, all vile torture pits. A music fan, Drago regarded the release of Nat King Cole's 'Rambling Rose' a defining moment in heavy metal rock. He met and married Coh-lynn B. Kwyet, a used Neocon and disciple of Fraternity Of Man, whilst holidaying in Columbia, and they lived happily ever after, although they were always getting on each others backs.

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It has come to the attention of Holy Neocondom that some members of the U.S. Military have been killing towel head camel jockey untermensch in their spare time. THIS IS TO CEASED IMMEDIATELY IF NOT SOONER! Freelance killing does not fit in with our Neocon/Fascist dogma! Nothing, but nothing, shall occur without a directive from our Leading Neocons, Dickless Cheney and Donald Graf von Rumsfeld, at a properly constituted press conference in front of the tame media. If the diabolical duo want an urgent kill order promulgated, it will be issued by Calamity and Homo of the Fux Spews Chunder, and verified on right wing talk back radio.

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They are oranges, you stupid woman!

As from next Tuesday racial vilification becomes compulsory right across the U.S. For those of you who have lost the knack of such things, the Klueless Klux Klan is hiring out some of their better epithets at a low introductory rate.
For those of you who are not white, we recommend watching the Malcolm X movie, with pencil and paper in hand. Those of Asian descent may like to hold a picture of Pol Pot and a sign 'Come Hiking In Cambodia, Whitey'