Al Qaeda Big Dies In Custody

I wish Andrew Sullivan were still blogging, so that he could bring the requisite amount of outrage to bear for this, uhhm, outrage:

A militant described by police as one of al Qaeda's top leaders in Kuwait has died in custody after being arrested in connection with a wave of violence in the Gulf state, officials said on Wednesday.

Amer al-Enezi, arrested late last month, died overnight at a military hospital due to a "collapse in blood circulation," Lieutenant Colonel Adel al-Hashash of the Interior Ministry told the state news agency KUNA.

Gob-smackingly vile.

Enezi had been interrogated by police since his capture on January 31 after a gunbattle in which five militants and a policeman were killed, and was suspected of involvement in other deadly clashes between militants and security forces last month.

Surely Albert Gonzalez' "terror memo" encouraged and "set the conditions" for a brutal interrogation. I'm appalled, horrified, shocked, chagrined, and filled with "heart-ache."

Security sources said Enezi, a Kuwaiti, had confessed that militants were planning to attack U.S. military convoys and other American targets as well as Kuwaiti security forces in suicide bombings using booby-trapped vehicles.

The sources told Reuters police were still interrogating about 15 suspected militants, including Enezi's wife. Police are still searching for two other key militants, they said.

Crown Prince Sheikh Saad al-Abdulla al-Sabah, whose government has vowed to eradicate the militants, has ordered the Interior Ministry to set up a special anti-terror unit.

Kuwait has rounded up scores of suspected militants since the first clash in January. On Saturday, five people surrendered after police surrounded their hideout, but at least three were released later after investigations showed they had no link to the violence, security sources said.

In related news, Kuwait still does not allow gay marriage.

Hmmf. Some "allies."

And in not-so-related news... The important issue of same-person marriage is about to be debated in this country:

For centuries, the stigma attached to self-love has been a shameful and oppressive one, causing the self-centered, self-absorbed and self-satisfied to lead lives of quiet desperation. But not any more.

No longer intimidated by, or fearful of, public scorn and ridicule, narcissexuals - or smugs, as they prefer to be called - are, at last, stepping out from the shadows to claim their rightful place in society; to reveal the light that shines within, and to bask in the warmth of their own radiance.

...

Byron, 35, an openly smug trapeze artist/actor who lives in Manhattan, believes this is a civil rights issue.

"I'm smug, I've always been smug, and I'll always be smug," said Byron, adding, "I knew by age five that I was extremely attracted to myself...I knew I was special. I don't see why I can't express my romantic feelings, like other people can.

"Why should I have to go around pretending that I'm looking for Mr. Right when Mr. Right is right here, right under my nose?"

Hmmmm... Is this what Sullivan has been after all along?

Self-love, hells yeah.

Self-marriage? I don't know. Seems like you'd be really screwing yourself as far as gifts.