If you chase life, it has a habit of running away from you. When I complied with the picayune rules in Guantánamo, it never did any good; though I was cleared for release almost six years ago now, in 2007, I am still here. When I started a campaign of non-violent protest – all I wanted to do was sit outside in a cage for a week as a silent objection to the Obama Administration trampling on my rights – they FCE’d me almost every day for a year. (FCE is a Gitmo euphemism, when the goon squad comes in and performs a “Forcible Cell Extraction”.) But in the end the authorities half-capitulated and gave me another of their euphemisms (additional “comfort items”) to try to shut me up. So when I ran away from life, it came hurrying towards me.
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