Fuck.
I'm sorry for the coarse language, but that's all I can say.
Fuck.
So apparently this is the week we legalize torture. When I heard we were torturing people, nay, when I suspected it in the weeks and months after 9/11, I always figured a day like this would come.
The American people, too cowed in their fears of a mythical terrorist would gladly sacrifice their own dignity, and certainly of the dignity of others for a false sense of safety. So I never expected a real public outcry. After all, are these supposed victims of torture even victims? They were going to kill us after all. Probably. We think.
Though daily here and elsewhere I witness the power of individuals, I did nothing to stop it. It's not my fight, for one. I care about other things more. Sorry, it's the truth. And besides, picking the losing side at the start of a fight didn't appeal to me much. So I just waited for this day.
Now the day is here, and all I can say is fuck.
Fuck me for not caring enough, doing enough, believing enough.
Fuck us for not demanding more of our leaders, and then more still. Fuck us for getting too caught up in the daily minutia of polls and what idiot thing an idiot Republican running for Senate said today. Fuck us for missing the big picture, the forest.
Fuck them for doing this, though not even so much for that. Fuck them for making us talk about this. Fuck them for raising the issue. Fuck them for starting a debate over whether torture is acceptable.
WHETHER TORTURE IS ACCEPTABLE.
To those who did this, do this, and are seeing to this that its doing continue, FUCK YOU.
But more than that, fuck.