Oral Hygiene and The CIA
I visited the dentist the other day and I got to thinking about all this back-pedaling on CIA interrogations since 9/11. Now I am not one to condone torture but I do feel we need to protect ourselves from those who would do us ill. I have also never been afraid of visiting the dentist, but this past trip called for a power tool. The sound of the sonic tartar scrapper firing up sent a shiver down my spine and its pointed, curved tip was a sadist's fatnasy come true. This was not going to be an ordinary teeth cleaning. The apparatus whined and sent a tingle down my spine that was at once both pleasant and irritating. A nick to the gum line and I jumped in the seat as if an electric charge had been surged through my body. I could not have concealed any information if I wanted to. I begged the hygenist to write down my Social Security number, my bank accounts, and my password to Hotmail account. I dreamed of it all being over with a swish of mouthwash and a spit in the sink. She handed my floss and brush and said see you in six months. Gulp! Perhaps the CIA should look into providing an oral hygiene regime to captured terrorists. They would provide the information as well as have a healthy smile.