And in the end, we’ve got Dick

We already know that Dick Cheney really likes torture. What we didn’t know, until alleged by Senator Dianne Feinstein (D-Calif.) on July 12, is that he didn’t want to share any of the sweet, sweet waterboarding with Congress.

Feinstein, who chairs the Senate Intelligence Committee, said that CIA Director Leon Panetta was ordered by then-Vice President Cheney to not disclose the use of abusive interrogation techniques to the official oversight panel for intelligence-gathering.

So, if you’re looking for anyone to blame for U.S. torture, Cheney wants you to know that it was all him, none for you, get your own imported foreign nationals to erotically manpile.

“Hot blooded, and Japanese …

I CAN HAZ SOOPER POWERZ NOW?… feel like I’m burning at a 100 degrees.”

Ah, Japan, a land where tentacles and school girls run one in the same, food comes raw and pizza has shrimp on it. Now, it too can join the ranks of China, America, South Africa and other countries where simply unbelievable police practices have taken place. Japanese police arrested a gentleman who was reported to be “acting violently,” but before doing so, the suspect doused himself with kerosene previous to the boys in whatever color Japan’s police wear dragging his psychotic self in for questioning.

Now, here the guy is, sitting in extremely flammable clothes that he’s refused to change out of, in a building where, as it’s blatantly emphasized, no smoking is allowed. He requests a little smoke break, at which an officer gave him a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

What happens next should not be too surprising. Of course the individual sets himself on fire and died of it, and now the police are kind of sorta wondering if the officers in charge of this incident should be arrested, or if it happened precisely as they said. No cameras or other witnesses were present, and Japanese police aren’t the nicest interrogators in the world. Now, me, if I was going to set a guy on fire, though, I don’t think I’d try to blame it on that kind of carelessness: I’d rather come out and say it. Would you rather be known as a murderer or “that moron who gave that crazy guy that lighter”?