U.S. Government uses insects in interrogations

Bush Administration authorized use of insects in interrogations

The Bush Administration Office of Legal Counsel authorized the Central Intelligence Agency to put insects inside a confinement box as part of the Administration's "harsh interrogation" practice, as well as throwing detainees into walls, according to memos released by President Barack Obama on Thursday.

"You would like to place Zubadayah in a cramped confinement box with an insect. You have informed us he has a fear of insects," the Bush White House said.

"As we understand it, no actually harmful insect will be placed in the box. Thus, though the introduction of an insect may produce trepidation in Zubaydah (which we discuss below), it certainly does not cause physical pain."

But, the memo cautioned, to comply with the law, the CIA "must inform him that the insects will not have a sting that would produce death or severe pain."

This story gives me the creeps.

I had a really strange dream last night. It really made no sense, I can't even describe begin to describe it. All I can say is, it involved riding on the back of a woolly mammoth, a train station which was actually an organic water slide that defied gravity, and resulted in me being asleep for 14 hours.

Lately I'm getting a little weirded out by everything. This is probably just insomnia speaking, but I was getting used to my entire reality shifting before my eyes, now it's taken a turn for the confusing and derelict... Trust is becoming a serious issue for me, even more than it was before, I don't have trouble trusting others (in fact I am all too eager to trust someone else unless they've proven to be in a toxic mindset, even then I attempt to lead by example, doesn't always work) but I feel a seemingly permanent alienation from all things, I perceive it as being aware of the bubble that is the Ego and it seems to be loneliness and loss personified.

I can easily say that I feel a certain connection between all of us, and my love goes out to anyone who may be reading this. If you've reached my blog, you've either inspired me to pay attention to my own intuition about reality, or you are attempting to do just that... My ego speaks as a lost thing, wandering through a reality created entirely for grief and despair. My heart feels as a refuge from chilling winds and rain. Our observations are the masterpieces lining the walls of this cabin, our communication the warm fire and music.