OK! who's let the ignorant retards in? Who incidentally have zero idea about spelling! The only thing being raped in here, is our eyes and minds with your prepubescent diarrhoea. GET AN EDUCATION THEN A JOB, YOU DUMB FUCKING HALFWITS!!
I remember reading a couple lines about something a while back. Just got to the hotel. I'll keep looking for that article but, apparently, this is what Stephen Farrell, who was with Lynsey Addario, said in an interview:
"It was in armored car. It was pitch black. We were blindfolded. My hands were tied; I think my feet were tied. I can't remember, but I was completely powerless. Yeah, I remember fairly vividly, surprisingly. I was lying face down, I couldn't see my colleagues. Everyone was terrified and we were keeping really quiet. And these guys were complete thugs--I think the worst we'd met in the whole ordeal. They slapped me once or twice. I felt something go in the vicinity, certainly touch, my rear. I could feel sort of the butt of his Kalashnikov, it was gun-related. It didn't feel like a barrel--it felt like a sheathed knife or bayonet, and he pressed it in between ... hang on, let me get it straight.
Posted 11/11/2011 4:22 am
First of all, he started fondling my buttocks, I mean really extensively. I was wearing really thin trousers, and he was just stroking one and moving to the other. It was really extensive. He was following the curves. Not like for two seconds or so, this was a good long while. Frankly, that's not going to hurt me. It's weird, it's not desirable, but on the other hand, it's not as painful as a rifle butt in the face. At a time like that you're just, like, it's not hurting me, so I'm going to put it in a place that I'm not too bothered by it.
He didn't get any reaction. I think all of this is about power. So the stroking of my buttocks got no reaction. Then he took his hand away and I felt a sheathed bayonet or the knife of his gun go into my rear, between the buttocks. I made no reaction. And then he pushed it farther in, and at that point I'm calculating, this guy is a sadist. Is this guy going to get more gratification from me if I scream? Is that going to give him more gratification that he'll push it farther in? If I don't scream, will that anger him and he'll push it farther in? You're making that calculation. So I thought, I'm going to stay quiet.
And at this point, the trousers were nearly breaking. The seam of the trousers, I could feel them begin to go. Again, same calculation. This is getting dangerous now. I scream or I don't scream. Which is going to provoke him? One step further and it's going to be injurious. Not going to give you the satisfaction. I didn't say anything. I thought I'm not going to give you the satisfaction. It was a 50-50 call anyway. And he was clearly angry.
So I waited and waited and waited. It was a very tense wait. I was really worried at this point. And then either he, I think it was he, or somebody else, then switched tactics and thumped me really hard between the shoulder blades. Now, I played rugby for years. It didn't hurt remotely. But I thought, you know, I'm going to give him a really hard scream on that, because clearly no scream is not working. So I went "Ahhhh!" and he went, "Wahhh!" clearly in a mocking way, and that was that..."
I just wonder what the "conflict" was about and I hope it wasn't anything we did (Superjerk posting about his conversation with her, me saying I was going to try to go to the event before the job I was assigned to in Tampa got cancelled) or any trouble she got into for her remarks in this last interview (about academics, about other journalists) or legal trouble from CBS after mentioning Egypt in that interview or anything of that sort. Maybe she's out on a story. I don't know. I just hope she's not getting any flack for being her normal badass self.