Somewhere in a Lonely Hotel Room

From a comment to a post over at Death and the Maiden:


What I think is interesting, too, is that in the American legal system, the accused is presumed innocent until proven guilty. Yet, abuse "of terrorists" is justified by presuming the accused person to be guilty from the beginning.

Abuse of detainees -- torture -- is exactly the opposite of what America stands for.

The other argument that one could make is that the detainees are enemy combatants, captured fighting against our troops.

But, if you make that argument, then it is the Geneva Conventions that apply, and, again, abuse of the prisoners is exactly the opposite of what America stands for.

It's a twisted perversion of logic to try to find a technical legal status where they are neither accused criminals nor prisoners of war, but rather exist in some legal twilight zone where abuse is okay.

One must add to that a physical twilight zone, an American gulag system, to keep them territorially in a place where this legal fiction can be maintained.

The difficulties of constructing the excuse for the abuse belie the perversion of logic necessary for its existence, and thus, its immorality.



This song is dedicated to all those "heroes" who are ordering what never should be ordered and doing what never should be done, and telling us it's for our own good. You have eroded American morality and perverted American law, justifying it by saying you're not as bad as the terrorists and that it's for our protection, until, grotesquely, America, a victim of terror, is herself accused of terrorism.

True torturers, you have made the victim, America, responsible for the crime.

For all you do, this song's for you!

The Twilight Zone

Somewhere in a lonely hotel room there's a guy starting to realize that eternal fate has turned its back on him. It's 2AM.


It's 2AM - it's 2 AM
The fear is gone - the fear is gone
I'm sittin' here waiting - I'm sittin' here waiting
The gun's still warm - the gun's still warm
Thinking my connection is tired of taking chances

Yeah, there's a storm on the loose, sirens in my head
Wrapped up in silence, all circuits are dead
Cannot decode - my whole life spins into a frenzy


Help, I'm stepping into the Twilight Zone
The place is a mad-house, feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go now that I've gone too far

Help, I'm stepping into the Twilight Zone
The place is a mad-house, feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go now that I've gone too far


Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone


I'm fallin' down a spiral, destination unknown
A double cross messenger, all alone
Can't get no connection, can't get through, where are you

Well the night weighs heavy on his guilty mind
This far from the border line
And when the hitman comes
He knows damn well he has been cheated
And he says


Help, I'm stepping into the Twilight Zone
The place is a mad-house, feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go now that I've gone too far

Help, I'm stepping into the Twilight Zone
The place is a mad-house, feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved under moon and star
Where am I to go now that I've gone too far