I believe you are full of shit. I think you were never tortured. I think that you are a marine like I'm the king of England. I think if you were ever waterboarded for real.....meaning that yiu didn't know it was a ******* test....you'd admit to sucking your daddy's dick while your dog licked peanut butter out of your asshole.
And that is relevant to what?
With regard to Water-boarding...
I tell ya what scamp. I'll give you a chance to earn $100,000 in 24 hours. All I'll ask of you is $10,000.
Now, I will give the money to my Attorney who will contact your attorney, he'll set it all up. They'll draw up the documents wherein your attorney holds you $10k in escrow and mine will hold my $100K in escrow.
There's a little process you'll need to go through, wherein you'll hide the chip.
I'll then bring you in and we'll go to work.
And I have no problem telling you exactly how it will go down.
I'll water-board you, and I am highly trained in the application of such... and with you knowing full well that I have absolutely no intentions of harming you (10K, criminal prosecution, etc, etc...).
I will strap your ass to a decline, (head down), pull a towel over your face, while pouring increasing volumes of water into your nose... as I'm doing so, my associate will be pressing down on your chest to force air from your lungs. At some point you're going to realize that you're sinuses are on FIRE because they're filled with water and that you're out of air.
You may be in exquisite physical condition, routinely swimming for long distances under water, and as a result well conditioned for extensive periods of air deprivation. If so, you've subjected yourself to considerably more 'stress' than a fat ass old man will be likely to endure... but that's no problem for me, so don't sweat it.
Now then, when the realization that you're out of air and will very soon pass out as your brain starts turning off the lights... comes rockin' in... you're going to experience an instinctive reaction, over which you have literally
no control.
Now I don't mind tellin' ya, it is scary as **** the first time... but that is NOTHING like the second time and you don't want to know what your mind does going into the third set.
My experience tells me that IF you are of an exquisite physical specimen, you'll tell me where that chip is, somewhere in and around, round 6.
If not you'll choke it up in round 2...
But not to worry, because no matter what ya do... whatever you tell me, I send an associate out to retrieve my chip and if he doesn't find it, we start the process all over.
You'll shit your drawers as we go into first round of the second phase, and likely give up your chip before your nose even get wet. Again... assuming you're a steely eye'd bad ass.
BUT! If you last the full 24 hours... You get to keep my hundred GRAND!
You ready?
Well... you lemme know.
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It's been a while scamp. Ya seem to be sufferin' a 'bout of reticence here. What's the problem?