When I visited Guantanamo Bay in the summer of 2005—the middle of this wretched, spiritually-draining decade—the last thing I expected to find was the summit, the epitome, the apotheosis of the Bush era’s epic union of consumerism and brutality. Yes: Guantanamo Bay has a gift shop. I bought this adorable plush iguana there. I’ll explain.
The End of the ’00s: The Guantanamo Gift Shop, by Spencer Ackerman
Spencer Ackerman | The Awl | December 22, 2009 | 2,913 words
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