by Bodwyn Wook
In connection with the argle-bargle of torture now under focused examination as the great policy desideratum and “big breakthrough,” Mr Emmett Smith over here in Squawbunion County, Minnesota, says, “If a child was in danger and somebody knew and wasn’t spilling, of course I’d hurt the bastards and MAKE ’em talk!” In that sort of immediate situation, the farmer Smith is saying, something very like the “natural law” of self defense is in play.
Likewise, however, torture may well be one of our oldest human diversions.
A cannibal king somewhere in Africa had some crucifixions conducted, as I recall for the edification of Sir Richard Burton (not the —, the explorer), and of course the entertainments of the American Indians are well known although, today, well swept under divers rotting carpets by PC neurotics and other NuLabour, SameAuldShit, or Democrat Party, types. So much for anthropology and the dim longing of hypercivilized and doubtlessly oh-so-languid policy wonks, all living at third and seventh levels of credentialed abstraction from animal facts. The Viagra no longer works and, by now, only the stench of vomit, shit and blood will do.
This antean craving for some actual dirt is wellnigh irresistible, hence among this orchid population of think tank hothouse plants the aetiolated splitting of rootless vague legalisms, and all the rest of the ill subdued panting. It is this animal craving for something simple and, I daresay, edenic that undergirds our hyperaestheticised pornography in all of its postmodern dimensions. It is the drooling hunger of so many halfwitted Mahometans for singsong girls in paradise. One need only read Camille Paglia to realize what a sewer of murder and fantasy and longing underlies many UK and US administrators’ oh-so-conscious “intellectual” speculations. These skunks thereby get to evade carrying the can for us all. Pvt Lendlie England went to jail not least because of the pornography — and the pornographic imaginations of Mr Rumsfeld and the acculturated Mexican-American Attorney General Gonzales, a taco dumped between two stools, messrs Bush and Cheney….
Of course the foregoing is ad hominem argument — the only legitimate form of course, and especially so in any moral discussion.
Likewise, our endlessly crafted and loving discussions of the pros and cons of torture show that we, too, are caught up in the foul and filthy fascination perhaps as much as any of the direct operators. In sum, just as the Viagra has now played out for so many, then in time to come not just a few obviously guilty South Asians will do to quell the ill assorted pangs and craving of embedded perverts in the upper bureaucracy. The need will be for yet more and more, and to-morrow, and to-morrow. But, alas, and all our best vile efforts to the contrary, nothing and no one, but no one, can return us self adoring children of a professionalistic age for long, back to the blissful innocent eon of experimentation in the sandbox, on some ants with a magnifying glass.
[Bodwyn Wook all rights reserved 7 May 2009]