Maybe it’s the red-wine-and-Unisom hangover talking, but I think I’ve come up with a way to break the hunger strike and close Gitmo with just two words:
Foie. Gras.
That’s right: We force feed the detainees until their livers are plump and ripe and then sell them to Hannibal-loving gourmands.
It’s geeeeeeenius.
Orange jumpsuits cropped out of photo, but these are genuine Gitmo detainees.
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