IMBY

On the news, I watch our brave House and Senate members from various states, standing their ground, boldly asserting that “no Guantanamo detainee will ever reside in my state.”
Profiles in courage.
I’ve decided to swim against the tide. I am putting out the welcome prayer mat to Gitmo detainees.
In my back yard.
Let not it be said that Francis Moss ever shrunk from the tough jobs.
Of course, the government will need to build a secure facility in my back yard. I will turn over my kitchen for the preparation of the halal food those guys will want to eat. At night I will turn on the outdoor lights. I can set up speakers to broadcast calls to prayer.
My yard isn’t that big, but I figure if we stack the detainees vertically, we can just about fit them all, with a few square yards left over for exercise. If necessary the government has my permission to take over the house of my neighbor with the annoying dog, if more space is needed.
I think a thousand dollars per prisoner per week will be adequate payment for the sacrifice I’m willing to make. I have photographs of my back yard I will email to the appropriate authorities so they can start making plans.
I await the call.