Enhanced interrogation isn't torture.
Of course it is. One is a euphemism for the other.
Torture sounds really bad and is objectionable, but
enhanced interrogation sounds happy and pretty and not at all objectionable, but they're the same thing. Such euphemisms are used all the time, most often by liberals, but by anyone, really, who is looking to sneak something objectionable past the masses. For example, "same sex" or "homosexual" marriage is quite objectionable to many (if not most) people, but how can anyone object to "equal" marriage? It's the same thing, though.
Torture is torture, regardless of what you want to call it. It's also treating someone in a manner in which you would not want to be treated, so there is that.
But none of that really matters. Those who want to use the euphemisms are pretending they are still in the sandbox, or at least trying to make others believe they are still in the sandbox. I, like many others, have finally woken up to the fact that the principles I was taught as a child, like fairness and justice, have no place in the world of power and money or government. The rules of the sandbox, strictly enforced by a wise and compassionate adult, are laughable when the sandbox is the government, which is controlled by power and money.
Strangely enough, despite my awakening to the reality of amorality, that old schoolyard programming continues to insist on its rightness. Ideas like "play nice," "share your toys," "no name-calling," "take turns" and "misbehaving gets punished" still resonate inside me as if they were some sort of fundamental truths. And they are, except when the sandbox is that of money and power, or government. At best, they're ideals. Lofty goals to aspire to. The truisms of the real world are more along the lines of, "my ball, my bat, my rules" and "money talks, and BS walks."
The upcoming presidential election is a perfect example of this. A classic showdown between the lessons we all learned as children and, well... the amoral reality. Further complicating the situation is our collective, unconscious desire to be supervised by that wise and compassionate adult. But there is no such adult. The truth is, we are alone in the sandbox. The game we play is called "Ideals vs. Money and Bats." For what it's worth, I'm betting on the latter, but there's a little boy in me who insists on voting for the former.
