 A Saudi held by the United States at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba on suspicion of terrorism, was forcibly injected with fluids, grilled in the proximity of military dogs and straddled by a female soldier, according to secret logs obtained by Time magazine.
| Not quite the same as dying a glorious Islamic death and being served for all eternity by 72 doe-eyed virgins, is it? |
Mohammed Al-Qahtani was forcibly injected with an undisclosed volume of fluids after refusing food and water in late 2002 at the Guantanamo camp, according to US interrogation logs obtained by Time and released yesterday. The logs parts of which are incomplete provide a detailed account of some of the measures used against a detainee at the prison, many of which have been harshly criticized by rights groups.
| Luckily for those doing the criticizing, they weren't where al-Qatahni could get to them to kill them... |
Al-Qahtani was captured fleeing Tora Bora, Afghanistan in December 2001 and transported to Guantanamo two months later, Time said.
| So he's obviously innocent as a babe, pure as the driven snow, his poop smelling of attar of roses. It's not like Tora Bora was a battle fought with Arab mad-dog killers in a desperate attempt to shield their Fearless Leader while he flew the coop, leaving them in the lurch... |
US authorities subsequently discovered he was deported from Florida in August 2001 and believe he had sought entry to America to participate in the Sept. 11, 2001 attacks, Time said.
| But he stunk so loudly even the 9-10 INS turned him away... |
The logs detail how Al-Qahtani was interrogated for 50 days from early November to early January 2002-2003, during which 16 additional interrogation methods were approved by US Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld.
| Pretty hard core, was he? And what terrible things happened to him? |
Often woken at 4 a.m. and probed until midnight, Al-Qahtani was forced to stand or sit on a chair, shown pictures of 9/11 victims, and told he could not pray.
 | Poor Babykins didn't get his beauty sleep, huh? Gee, golly. I feel for him. I used to hate it when I had long days like that when I was in the Army. Of course, I didn't have to look at pictures of people my cohorts had murdered, so maybe that was what made it so much easier to take. Not that it was nearly as hard as jumping from the 85th floor of a burning building... |
At one point, Al-Qahtani mounts a food and water strike and becomes so dehydrated that medical corpsmen "forcibly administer fluids by IV (intravenous) drip." After a struggle, the Saudi is restrained, strapped down and "given an undisclosed amount of fluids," according to Time.
| I'd guess it was enough to keep him from croaking himself through dehydration. Hopefully, it was administered with the dullest IV needle they could find, by the most thumb-fingered tech available. |
Al-Qahtani subsequently tells his interrogators he works for Al-Qaeda and Osama Bin Laden, before urinating in his pants.
| I think we noticed he worked for al-Qaeda and Binny when we picked him up at Tora Bora. But peeing himself will look good on his resume. |
After Rumsfeld approved the new interrogation measures on Dec. 2, 2002, he was subjected to a drill known as an "Invasion of Space by a Female."
 | Oh, no! Not a Female! I'll bet she had nice tits, too. Oh, the humanity! |
"He was laid out on the floor so I straddled him without putting my weight on him. He would then attempt to move me off him by bending his legs in order to lift me off but this failed because the MPs were holding his legs down with their hands," one log entry states.
On Dec. 7, Al-Qahtani's condition deteriorated so badly that he was not interrogated for 24-hours. Over the next month Al-Qahtani after his condition improves is stripped naked, told to bark like a dog and pictures of scantily clad women are hung around his neck. The logs recount Al-Qahtani saying he wants to commit suicide.
| "No, jerkwad. You can't commit suicide until we tell you you can commit suicide!" |
He was probed in the presence of a military dog, but "no details are given beyond a hazy reference to a disagreement between the military police and the dog handler," Time said.
| Hey, Time! If you're reading this, it doesn't bother me a bit. If the tick wanted good treatment, he should have sung. And if he didn't want to go to Gitmo he should have stayed home in Arabia. Instead, he went tromping out with the other lords of creation, lording it over the natives and hollering "Death to the Great Satan." He bought the Islamic story, so now he can live with the consequences, which include us laughing at him while he pees his pants. As far as I'm concerned, he should be dead. |
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