A real gag strapped around his head, he in an orange straitjacket, shackled to a chair, that is bolted to the floor. Of a concrete cell. In solitary confinement. Just to taunt him, down one of those straitjacket sleeves,his fingers of one tiny hand are able to sweep over the screen of a smart phone disconnected from the Internet. That's not too much to ask, is it?