Luxurious rendition

At the end of a hard day of throwing hoods over suspected terrorists, shoving them handcuffed and sedated into unmarked airplanes and twisting the arms of representatives of friendly governments a CIA agent has earned the right to kick back and relax in the lap of luxury. That is why we should not be surprised at news that those Yank agents assigned to the process of extraordinary rendition (is there such a thing as ordinary rendition?) seem to have five star tastes; from golf resorts in Palma de Majorca to three thousand USD a week hotel rooms in Milan to bottles of fine Spanish wine in crystal glasses for the ride home we should be proud that these heroic Americans are not to be outdone by James Bond of the British secret service. If they don't hire Aston Martin's I'm sure it is only through a heartfelt desire to "Rent American".

I, for one, am proud.

Note: it also turns out that they're stupid. The Italian police were able to track them down because they didn't cover their tracks very well, even ringing the US consulate in Milan 156 times from their hotel.