Ahm Goin' Down t' Git-Mo, The Git's A Friend O' Me; It Lies Beneath The Ocean, It Lies Beneath The Sea!

There's nothing like getting ready for a week in Guantanamo Bay by eating Cuban food specially kept warm since this morning by hotplate at some crappy airport cafe in the jankiest terminal at Fort Lauderdale airport. It seems right somehow. It's not really Cuban food, in the same manner that spaghetti and meatballs from Alfredo's Pizzeria isn't really Italian food. And after all, Guantanamo Bay isn't really Cuba. I mean sure, technically speaking it's on Cuban soil, but it's also a chunk of land that for all intents and purposes is American soil, stolen from Cuba (Sorry, given to us by the 1903 Cuban-American treaty under threat of force, supposedly) without any sense of shame and used for the purposes of incarcerating undesirable foreign "criminals" and to torture them whenever "necessary". And to add insult to injury, we not only do not have a standard SOFA agreement (Status of Forces Agreement) with the country being occupied by us, but we have trade sanctions against them and refuse to allow any form of compromise or travel to or from other parts of the island until they give up their present form of Government! I can't wait! The whole situation reminds me of being in the Green Zone. I've been feeling homesick for a little morally gray international action lately. And you know what? To be honest, that hot-plated Cuban food wasn't so bad. Huh.

So yes I'm headed down to GITMO for work. Have I said, lately, that my job is the awesomest, bestest, coolest, most fantastically righteous job ever in the history of the everything that ever was? We have a computer class down there and I have 2 exams to proctor. Two. Over a ten day period. Apparently the scuba diving down there is fantastic. And I hear the Water Boarding is pretty radical too, can't wait to try that out.

Okay, that's the last time I use that joke, I promise. But It's just too good not to use. Anyway, hopefully I'll have some good photos to post at some point. If there are no more entries posted on my blog before June 1st, I've been thrown into Gitmo prison, so please send lawyers. And a new camera with a wide-angle lens, please.