The Deluge
Abel walked for tens of thousands of years, crossing continents. He took his time, he was lucky. Recently, other Africans are fleeing the paradise that man has turned into hell through war, plunder, poison and fire. Does it take courage to take to the sea in a boat to throw themselves into the arms of those who have enslaved, raped, stripped and abandoned them?
The vagina of Africa is as dry as an old woman's sex. The Mediterranean stinks of diesel and rotten fish. What we see before our eyes, repeated ad nauseam on our screens, are not convulsions of despair, it is the slow agony of the most noble and beautiful peoples of humanity. It is the assumed sacrifice of the mother continent by empires and consumers, as one would amputate one's belly to cure one's madness. It is a general rehearsal of the near extinction of man on earth.
The prisoner is bound to an inclined board, feet raised and head slightly below the feet. Cellophane is wrapped over the prisoner's face and water is poured over him. Unavoidably, the gag reflex kicks in and a terrifying fear of drowning leads to almost instant pleas to bring the treatment to a halt.
According to some sources, CIA officers who subjected themselves to the waterboarding technique lasted an average of 14 seconds before caving in. They said al Qaeda's toughest prisoner, Khalid Sheik Mohammed, won the admiration of interrogators when he was able to last between two and two-and-a-half minutes before begging to confess.