Photo by Louis Lanzano for the A.P.
Anyway, we especially love how neither the New York Times nor the Associated Press can be sure that whoever they're getting on the phone over there in Somalia is actually related to this kid.
“I appeal to President Obama to pardon my teenager,” the mother, Adar Abdirahman Hassan, said to The A.P. from her home in Galkayo, Somalia. “I request him to release my son or at least allow me to see him and be with him during the trial.”A man identified by The A.P. as the teen’s father, Abdiqadir Muse, said the pirates lied to his son, telling him they were going to get money. The family is penniless, he said. (His spelling of the family name differed from that in the court documents, The A.P. reported.)
Abduhl was injured during the big U.S. rescue operation, and was already captured when his three Somali compatriots were killed by sharpshooters.
In related news, South Park is rolling out its pirate episode tomorrow night:



He's going to get a fair trial and three squares a day for a while. His buddies got either a bullet in the head or had to sneak back to that shithole country of theirs. I'd be happy too.
He's a hipster
Is that Morrissey to his left?
It looks more like Lloyd Cole.
And his "Brand New Friend".
"Walking with a Somali pirate, talking with Jesus and Jane..." or whatever the lyrics were to that song off the second LC&C album that wasn't as good as Rattlesnakes but did make you want to drive through the French countryside wearing a black turtleneck with your leggy french girlfriend who had a complicated relationship with her mother.
This trial is going to be awesome
Dude, he's in New York City - far, far away from the Ayn Rand designed country of his origin. Somalia is a country that has been devoid of any kind of government for, what? 20 years? It's a post-apocalyptic, lawless, neo-con wet dream with what has been reported to be the best celluar telephone network coverage of any country in Sub-Saharan Africa. No dropped signals aide, he's prolly thrilled to be someplace where he'll have a roof over his head, three squares, a full gym, TV room, access to all the best Sally Struthers brand training courses. Better than avoiding random pot shots in the souk or whatever passes for decent shopping in his bombed out homeland...
What was that Billy Connolly song? "We come from Somalia and we don't give a fuck, we've got a national debt of sixty eight squillion pooooounds"