Bush Wants “Protections” From Torture Laws

The Bush administration is asking Congress to pass “protections” from prosecution of people who kill or torture prisoners. The specific law they want changed was passed by a Republican-controlled House, and unanimously by a Republican-controlled Senate in 1996.
WP: Detainee abuse charges feared,

Senior officials have responded by drafting legislation that would grant U.S. personnel involved in the terrorism fight new protections against prosecution for past violations of the War Crimes Act of 1996. That law criminalizes violations of the Geneva Conventions governing conduct in war and threatens the death penalty if U.S.-held detainees die in custody from abusive treatment.
… Gonzales told the lawmakers that a shield is needed for actions taken by U.S. personnel under a 2002 presidential order, which the Supreme Court declared illegal, and under Justice Department legal opinions that have been withdrawn under fire, the source said.
… Jones and other advocates intended the law for use against future abusers of captured U.S. troops in countries such as Bosnia, El Salvador and Somalia, but the Pentagon supported making its provisions applicable to U.S. personnel because doing so set a high standard for others to follow.

The Bush administration was predicted in one of the great tunes of all time (there is a sound clip sample at the end of the referenced page):

It’s time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
It’s tough kid, but it’s life
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
Don’t forget to pack a wife
Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer on you
Well you’ll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then your head skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need my son:
Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot

The law don’t mean shit if you’ve got the right friends
That’s how the country’s run
Twinkies are the best friend I’ve ever had
I fought the law
And I won

3 thoughts on “Bush Wants “Protections” From Torture Laws

  1. Holy shit! I just listened to that album (Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables) today after maybe five or six years….sychronicity, man.
    Too bad the song Chemical Warfare hasn’t come true yet…..
    by Jello Biafra:
    Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses
    Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits
    Been sitting there for years
    I’m gonna have at it
    I cut through the fence, i run in and grab it
    Go crazy crazy crazy crazy…
    Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket
    Climb on a tree on a branch and drop it
    On a country club full of Saturday golfers
    So I can watch them die chokin’ shakin’in convulsions
    Go crazy crazy crazy crazy
    Crazy crazy crazy crazy…
    Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare
    Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare
    Panic in the air
    See the headless chickens runnin’
    Golf carts head on crashin’
    Crackin’ heads wide open
    Scratch the grass, mister, you can’t breath
    And roll and writhe in a sandtrap
    Starting to heave
    Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe
    Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy
    Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare
    Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare
    Yellow air
    Yellow clouds
    Blowin’ down down down the fairway
    Sensitive to the touch
    Mowin’ down the putting green
    Heading straight for the big clubhouse
    Where the stuffed country club
    Effervescent ladies, so carefree
    Relax, pose by the pool
    Limber limp with a dry martini
    Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare
    Chemical Warfare Warfare WARFARE!!

  2. huh, I randomly grabbed those lyrics off some site and copy/pasted them without bother to read ’em. They’re wrong!
    oh well.

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