Anita Dunn did not have a happy Valentine’s Day.
No flowers, no chocolates, and no cards embossed with cute hearts.
She did, however, have her head put in a noose at Guantanamo Bay, where she was hanged to death following a lengthy, self-imposed hunger strike that began on January 27 when a military court convicted the former Biden handler of treason and imposed the maximum allowable punishment—death.
GITMO sources told Real Raw News that Dunn was starving herself in protest of what she called “the military’s unlawful apprehension and prosecution of democratically-elected officials and the people who served under them.” She refused solid food and drank only water during her stay at the nation’s most infamous detention center. The normally portly Dunn had lost 15 pounds, according to a pre-execution medical evaluation, by the time GITMO security escorted her from a 6×9’ cell to the execution site early Monday morning.
Upon Emerging handcuffed from a Humvee, Dunn smugly berated Rear Adm. Crandall and other officers in attendance, her maundering speech infused with fiery hatred, and 7 times she invoked the name of a man not in attendance, hissing his name from between chapped lips.
“Trump. This is all Trump’s doing, isn’t it? You’re following Trump. Trump isn’t president, Joseph Biden is. Eventually there’ll be a reckoning, for all of you, and for Trump,” she said.
Her hunger strike hadn’t sapped her verbal strength, but still she looked frailer and feebler than she had at the tribunal. Sunken cheeks and vacant hollow eyes revealed a person stripped of vigor. It was as though she mustered her last ounces of strength to verbally assail the execution detail and Donald J. Trump.
“You won’t get away with this, and neither will Trump,” she said, as a uniformed Marine nudged her to the gallows.
Rear Adm. Crandall spoke: “Anita Dunn, Donald Trump didn’t put you where you stand. He didn’t tell you to commit treason. Your lack of self-awareness is endemic of all the people who have stood on that platform. I’m required to ask if you have final words, which I think you’ve already shared with us, or want Last Rites.”
She teetered on the platform, then fell over sideways as if struck by an icy gust, her hip slamming against the pivoting metal door designed to drop her to her doom. She yelped in pain as a soldier atop the platform stood her upright and put her neck in a braided noose. Her attitude changed suddenly. Dunn, lip trembling and eyes welling, called out for her husband, as if he were there, and begged for mercy.
“I don’t deserve this,” she said. “I’m sorry for anything I’ve done wrong, but I’m a good person.”
A moment later she was gone, her lifeless body twisting in the wind as it hung from the length of rope.
Dunn was pronounced dead at 9:07 a.m. Monday.
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