My Mom and her husband Abel ran in the Los Angeles Marathon on Sunday, something they've done for many years (as well as marathons in London, Hawaii, and elsewhere). Anyway, they always wear American Flag running shorts to show their pride, having both become American citizens late in their life, and not as any sort of politics.
So. Along the route, they were caught up by another older jogger, who used the shorts as a way to start blathering on about Iraq, and how he can't wait to get rid of that bastard Hussain, and such. Turns out his son is in the Marines and stationed at Guantanamo Bay. He was very proud of his son, and gleefully related how recently "my son just punched one of those guys [the prisoners] right in the face! Ha! He knocked him right on his ass!"
Well, screw you Geneva Convention, too! Needless to say, this spurned Mom and Abel to run a bit faster and get away from this right-wing buffoon. But that's what's going on a Concentration Camp X-Ray.