Believe Me, It's Torture
Christopher Hitchens gets waterboarded so you don’t have to.
The inhalation brought the damp cloths tight against my nostrils, as if a huge, wet paw had been suddenly and annihilatingly clamped over my face. Unable to determine whether I was breathing in or out, and flooded more with sheer panic than with mere water, I triggered the pre-arranged signal and felt the unbelievable relief of being pulled upright and having the soaking and stifling layers pulled off me. I find I don’t want to tell you how little time I lasted.
Via the Jason Kottke.
Reading Hitchens’ article make me want to experience this. On the other hand, this technique is probably best explored vicariously. Maybe I’ll shake things up by taking a different route to work tomorrow.
