Must . . . focus . . . better.

Michelle, who is celebrating a first birthday in the 'sphere, apparently, writes of two quite different subjects today.

In the first, about claims of torture at Gitmo - claims that Andrew Sullivan has, sadly, decided have some basis in fact, although he provides none - Ms. Malkin writes:

According to an article in yesterday's New York Times, a young Guantanamo Bay detainee identified as "M.C." claims he was "suspended from hooks in the ceiling for hours at a time with his feet barely missing the floor, and that he was beaten during those sessions."

M.C.?

Hammer?

Feet "barely missing the floor"?

Isn't a miss, in this instance, as good as a mile?

I read, and I sigh, and I wonder whether and when there will be an end to this kind of thing, knowing full well that there won't be, any time soon.

And then I read, in a second post from M.M.:

In March, I linked to the story of DePaul University professor Thomas Klocek, who was suspended for allegedly offending Muslim students.

And for just a moment my mind skips a beat, a vision of a Muslim hanging suspended in the air replaced by the thought of a man in bow tie, leather patches on his tweedy sleeves, doing the air dance instead.

Suspended animation in both cases.

Hang in there, I tell myself.

You'll get the hang of this.

Surely the evidence of torture will have to be there, of hooks in the ceilings of rooms at Gitmo, devices that could have no other raison d'etre than to suspend detainees, their feet barely missing the floor.

Or to hang professors.

Happy Birthday anyway, Michelle.

I'll read you better next time.

Promise.

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