Like a surgery, there's no need to watch. The staff'll brief you in the waiting room when it's over, the victims can take visitors when the anesthesia wears off. One at a time, please. They'll be confused, ornery, and mean. Have patience with the patients.
None of it flys in the modern world, the ridiculousness, the mental excuses, the Poor-Ole-Me crowd, the justifications of deceptions. We hit the low already, around the time our intelligence was insulted by the intelligence communities. Only federal spooks crawl out a moving truck and march down the street like masked lunatics waving obnoxious flags around. Stir it up for the cameras, make a show. Lots of fine people injected with bleach having a bloodbath while insulting soldiers.
We're sitting in the waiting room, trying not to make eye contact. All the magazines are old and dirty, the time clicks away. The doctors are doing their thing. This is our own island, it's just us. Anything is possible now.