Former FEMA director Brock Long was hanged at Guantanamo Bay Monday morning, sealing the fate of yet another Deep State stooge bereft of morality and integrity, and like many Deep Staters before him, he died without dignity, sniveling and murmuring about his innocence.
His morning was typical of condemned prisoners who had mere hours to live. He got a 5:00 a.m. wake-up call and was offered a final repast, which he refused. He was given the opportunity to shower and shave—with a safety razor, of course—ahead of the main event, which he also declined. GITMO staff asked Long if he cared to speak with a man of the cloth before heading to the gallows, and he said “no.” He was shown paperwork listing the crimes for which he had been charged, indicted, tried, convicted, and sentenced. When asked if he understood the charges, Long shook his head.
Guards took him to medical, where staff weighed him and pulled two vacutainers of blood. He had winced and tensed up, bemoaning the med tech’s atrocious bedside manner, complaining that her barbaric blood draw would cause a hematoma.
“That should be the least of your worries,” the tech reportedly said.
It was explained to him that a hanging is not always a painless, immediate death, even with a long-drop hang; if the drop did not snap his neck, he would not die until the noose strangled his trachea, which could take several minutes. Worst case, his eyes would burst from their sockets or dangle from veiny threads; he would sever his tongue with his teeth, and shit and piss himself as his oxygen-starved brain fizzled out.
After the exam, guards took him to a secure waiting area to await his Marine escort to the gallows. He still had three hours of introspective time to ponder his crimes, his handmade misfortune. He paced about a small cage, his Adam’s apple bobbing like a fishing float. He alternated between whispering beneath his breath and staring silently at vertical bars.
When his escort arrived, he was placed in a Hummer and driven to the gallows. He hadn’t said a word, and neither had his escort.
As was common among earlier executions, Vice Adm. Darse E. Crandall and an assembly of military brass stood at the foot of the gallows as the Marine escort pulled Long from the hummer and ushered him up the steps to the platform, atop which stood the hangman. An unnamed civilian, a representative for President Donald J. Trump, was standing beside the admiral.
“Brock Long, you have been convicted of treason and sentenced to death, to be carried out immediately. If you have last words or a statement of contrition, this would be a good time to give it,” the admiral said.
Rivulets of tears streamed down Long’s cheeks. “I’m innocent,” he protested as the hangman fitted the noose around his neck. “You don’t have to do this.”
Adm. Crandall gave the signal.
The shock in Long’s eyes was a prelude to a scream that never came. His mouth opened like a fish for air.
He was fortunate; his death was almost instantaneous.
A Navy physician noted the time and date of death: 10:12 a.m., Monday, July 10, 2023.