Okay, you’re a young man living in Iraq where home mail delivery is a bit spotty these days, so you stroll down to the local post office to see if your forbidden Victoria Secret catalog has arrived. Instead of your plain wrapped soft porn, you’re handed a letter from your little sister who has been imprisoned in Takrit for the last six months for putting polish on her toenails. What now? More gripes about having to use a hole in the floor for a toilet? More bitching about the maggot infested food? Nope. Seems she was raped by a guard at the prison and now she’s pregnant. Well, Duh…. what did she think would happen if she allowed herself to be forcibly raped? Well, what the hell, she is your sister after all, and this is an outrage. So you take time off from drinking tea with your buds and head on down to the prison with your Turkish 9mm pistol to make things right. You ask the guard at the gate for a visit with your sibling and get waved right through. Then you have to cool your heels for 20 minutes with nothing to do but listen to the screams of other women being raped. Okay, here she comes, her prison burka a little disheveled, but at least she’s wearing no nail polish this time. You exchange greetings and then put a bullet through her forehead. Cool, family honor has been reestablished and all you’ve lost is a half day of goofing off. Note to self: when you get home, beat your other sister to a pulp to put the fear of Mohammed in her, peace be with Him.