One hundred and eighty-three times.  It must have been that last one that made KSM say, “Oh fuck it, what do you want me to say?  Where do I sign?”  Any in-depth reading of the depravity to which the Gestapo and the SS sunk tells the story that we don’t want to hear.  Any perusing of the memoirs penned by those who managed to walk out of the Lubyanka sings the same refrain.  There should be no surprise in any of this.  Don’t be surprised by the insects, and don’t be surprised when we someday find out about the rubber hoses and the 12V batteries attached to genitalia.

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