Give us your poor, your tired, your huddled masses scary Muslims...

G.'s essay on the Right's pissypants recoil to terrorists of a certain religious persuasion cough cough on American soil is too funny to summarize. This, though, is worth a little verbatim action:

[W]hile it's true that "not a single prisoner has escaped from Gitmo since it was created," it's also true that no Muslim Terrorists have escaped from American prisons and our SuperMax prison "has had no escapes or serious attempts to escape." Actually, the only person to even make an escape attempt from a SuperMax is Green Arrow, who hasn't succeeded despite the help of Joker and Lex Luthor.

The Bard of Brooklyn, Mr. Edroso, often expresses nostalgia for the unsavory, unsanitary, grunge-ridden City of years past. I usually recoil, as I:

• Live happily in what is basically a suburb;
  
• We only barely got through the Althouse infestation of aught-eight; and
  
• Quite frankly don't want to see my neighborhood turn into a crack den like Park Slope.

But I'm starting to come around. My guess is that if Rikers were to pick up a few of GTMO's finest, there would be a marked decrease in fannypackers asking for directions to the Promenade. This won't cut it, obviously.