Our ObamaNation has learned that Peter Finn, Joby Warrick and Julie Tate wrote the following:
"After enduring the CIA's harshest interrogation methods and spending more than a year in the agency's secret prisons, Khalid Sheik Mohammed stood before U.S. intelligence officers in a makeshift lecture hall, leading what they called 'terrorist tutorials'."
"These scenes provide previously unpublicized details about the transformation of the man known to U.S. officials as KSM from an avowed and truculent enemy of the United States into what the CIA called its 'preeminent source' on al-Qaeda. This reversal occurred after Mohammed was subjected to simulated drowning and prolonged sleep deprivation, among other harsh interrogation techniques."
"KSM, an accomplished resistor, provided only a few intelligence reports prior to the use of the waterboard, and analysis of that information revealed that much of it was outdated, inaccurate or incomplete."
From Autumn To Ashes - Under Pass Tutorial Lyrics
This monument to the matron
Quick change of mood when you came in
A nervous introduction
Then we can form invincible alliance
But you're growing fond of deception
With all the things that you forget to mention
And every indiscretion pushes me further away
Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging
I know, I know I'd rather live with nothing
Negative, maybe but I've been working on it
Progress just moves so slowly
We are growing more and more distant
We are growing more and more distant
Miss model mess hits the pavement young
Young debutante formed a habit
Measures that may seem drastic
Whatever makes you feel accepted
But I'm going south for the season
With nothing but a paperback companion
And mine is the only opinion
With which I'll have to agree
Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging
I know, I know I'd rather live with nothing
Negative, maybe but I've been working on it
Progress just moves so slowly
Each and every under pass
That bears the declaration
Of a dated love affair
And the number of Satan
I was educated there
By the commuter station
The burdens you're bearing with
Threaten to break the back of the widow
That weeps when she wakes
We are growing more and more distant
We are growing more and more...
Desperate, do you ever grow tired of begging
I know, I know I'd rather live with nothing
Negative, maybe but I've been working on it
Progress just moves so slowly
