We’re once again putting everyone through criminal background checks in the parish as required by the diocese via VIRTUS® and its partner STERLING. That’s the usual criminal background check for any and every (Arch)Diocese. The above are the full results of my regularly scheduled check. I was at the top of the list, you know, as an example for others in the parish. Quite thorough, as expected, but also curious.
OFAC? That’s an office within the U.S. Department of the Treasury. Here’s their own description from their own website:
What is OFAC and what does it do? The Office of Foreign Assets Control administers and enforces economic sanctions programs primarily against countries and groups of individuals, such as terrorists and narcotics traffickers. The sanctions can be either comprehensive or selective, using the blocking of assets and trade restrictions to accomplish foreign policy and national security goals.
Sounds like OFAC is a distancing effort of the ol’ desk for démarche at CCS at “Main” State (US Dept of State) at Foggy Bottom which at least used to be able to apply pressure to foreign countries up to the point of but not including an actual declaration of a hot war about which Congress would otherwise want a say for appearances sake. I have a relationship with CCS by way of DS in North Rosslyn, which forced upon me an unwanted doppelgänger fiasco way back in the mid-late-1970s. DS, of course, outranks DSS and OFAC (and, practically, momentarily, in crunch-time, the DoS and the Pentagon), and can force not only SSNs, alternative identities, passports, etc., but also DNA labeling. I do have a transgression for OFAC, perhaps, as I didn’t register as a foreign agent with the U.S. Consulate on Via Veneto in Rome when I was officially employed for the communications department of a foreign state. Sounds nefarious, but it was simply staffing, creating, producing and airing whatever program for Vatican Radio while salaried by Vatican City State with a direct deposit into a private account at the ultra-unregulated IOR, Vatican Bank. Tsk tsk. No one has held that against me either then or now. Must be something to do with the First Amendment. However, apparently, Vatican Bank had been investigating me for the financing of terrorism and international money laundering for a good many years. Lemme see… could it be because they’ve been doing up money laundering and the financing of international terrorism themselves? OFAC surely laughs. Although the OFAC search came out clean, I must have been purposely put under their radar, as for years and years, rather more seriously, Italy’s Department of Defense also wanted me working for their intel, as did their DIGOS/DIA. That ain’t gonna happen. Boring. My purpose in life is to get souls to heaven.
Social Security number: A good many years ago I found out how powerful a Social Security number is in the hands of any random person. While preparing to go to Israel and Jordan I asked my pharmaceuticals provider to give me some extra months of meds as it would take forever to get a doctor in the back deserts of the Middle East. The nice lady on the phone, having already had my Social Security number on file and up on the screen, pressed “ENTER” on her computer so as to search my SSN and in one second said: “Oh yes, I see you’re booked to land in Tel Aviv on […date…]. Let me get my supervisor’s approval.” That’s like… real-time tracking… Interesting… The SSA, on named servers, has followed the blog with some intensity. Yawn.
FBI’s CJIS: Some of the searches listed above likely include results clogging up a database of available research done at the FBI’s Criminal Justice Information Services in WV, which started following this blog on named servers when I asked rather incisive questions about some bomb threats, and also when I did up a brief analysis on the reach of Peter Strzok’s job shifting at the close of that rather tumultuous period of his life.
But there’s more to that criminal background research than meets the eye in my case. Absolutely included in this generalized criminal research are the results of a rather more incisive period of research on my life by the FBI. Relatively quite recently I was subjected to two months of intensive criminal research by – get this – fully five FBI national research centers scattered about the country – two months – all of these research centers concentrating on different categories of potential crime. I willingly brought this closest of all scrutiny upon myself by ratting out some criminals. I brought a case of… wait for it… probable embezzlement and money laundering which… because of the amounts involved… likely necessitated the financing of international terrorism to get get the job done. And… um… seems I was correct… as the case went forward, right to the top. We’re to pray for enemies, right?
If you have ever been introduced to dynamics of counterintel you know that pretty much, in the end, it’s all rabbit-holes and people wasting each other’s lives, but happy to get paid for thinking they are more clever than someone else, but, in thinking that, suspecting that they’ve been had, that they’ve been baited into that self-congratulations. The rabbit-holes get deeper, more side-tracked, useless, humorous. It’s not good to be tasked with counterintel for more than just a few years. It will catch up with you.
This blog occasionally gets hits from a bot running on a named server of relay301.net.cia.gov [Here]. Any such hit is, in my case, just a courtesy letting me know that some activity required to be noted has in fact been seen. Here’s the actual hit on the blog (that’s my edited tag, of course, but you can look up the IP as in the screen shots at the top of this post):
But why was that bot created with the courtesy of letting me know such activity?
Bot notices digital activity of interest
Bot automatically sends a flag to a humint officer
Bot automatically goes, in my case, weirdly, for a nanosecond to my blog on a named server, so that I see that this CIA bot has had a nanosecond of interest in something (not necessarily on the blog, but somewhere in the digital world)
Humint officer eventually follows up, or not, but in this case, by rearranging some schedules for a perpetual, interdepartmental program. They must have to replace such humint officers frequently in that they must die of boredom one after the other. What could be of interest? ;-)
Anywho, that bot-hit was at 12:43 PM on Monday, 27 December 2021, one week ago as I write this. There was nothing on the blog for quite a long time that would be of any interest whatsoever to anyone in the CIA. So, maybe my phone? My phone had been turned off for Noon Mass, but that doesn’t stop text messages from piling up. Let’s just see if there’s a coincidental timeline with one of those conversations that could have set our friendly bot into action. Note that it takes a full 15 minutes for me to turn the phone back on so as to answer the first volley of this text conversation, my response about being able to be gone in the middle of the week coming in at 12:40 PM:
Checking my watch is just a habit I picked up, you know, whenever I hear a gun shot in the neighborhood or what not. Always.
Just some humor there. Sorry. But to get into and complete this text conversation, with both parties busy with other things, took a couple of minutes. The first mention of air travel comes in at 12:42 PM, and then it was over. The bot visited this blog just one minute later with no referring link, 12:43 PM. Too quick for a human being.
Is it that this bot was set up to notice chatter anywhere involving air travel and myself, and then sends a flag to some nice analyst, and then knocks out a visit to the blog that I will notice?
This isn’t the first time. I remember inquiring about a ticket for ATL-FCO (Atlanta, GA to Rome, Italy) to meet up with Pope Francis and his new Missionaries of Mercy five or six years ago. The nice travel agent said, “Yes, well, let me just type in your passport number to see if you’re on a no-fly list, sir.” Not the usual practice by any travel agent in a back-mountain town that I remember, but, yes, that would be interesting. I noted the time of the inquiry, as is my practice. She was encountering a bit of weirdness while she was online, but then it appeared that I was good to go for air travel. When I checked my stats for the blog for no particular reason when I got back home, I noted this same CIA relay301 had visited my blog at the time of that inquiry about whether or not I was on a no-fly list, all too quick for human intervention, and again about air travel.
There’s nothing mysterious about any of this for me, as Ambassador […] of “Main” State (DoS Foggy Bottom), sent me a two page letter speaking of this weirdness back in July of 1992, already many years into this game.
So, whatever… All the same, I am spending time on writing about this, I suppose to see if anyone can explain the whys and wherefores of this particular bot dynamic. That letter from Main State signaled accompaniment for me in my travels. That takes freakish resources to accomplish. Bots help. The accompaniment has always been there. That’s on them. But, why let me know about it?
A military intel officer of some 28 years, in field ops, but who also did up some work at DISA at Fort Meade across from the NSA, called me up from across the country the other day to ask what the deal was with my not answering his personal emails to me. I told him that I used to get his humor-meme emails all the time, but then they quit. And no recent personal emails at all.
Typical of the lifetime military intel field officers that I know, this guy is forever re-forwarding humor-memes in group emails. It’s humor therapy. Like any Geico commercial has it: If you’re a life-time field officer, having seen way too much for your lifetime, it’s what you do. Humor is a balm for the soul. Ask any VA volunteer with enough clearance to talk to these guys and they’ll tell you the same thing. Humor is essential. But the humor stopped coming my way, many months ago. Uh-oh.
I asked our intel hero if, after he had set up his group email, he had ever gone back in to the group email-setup to edit any of the addresses. Never, he said, not ever. While we talked I had him check my address. Someone had hacked into his email, went to that group list, changed just my address to something he wouldn’t question, but really quite different, both for the group list and for the general address list. In other words, our humorless hacker guy has been getting emails that were supposed to be sent to me, both memes and personal, from our hero intel officer for a long time. I didn’t even know these communications existed.
Hacking into other people’s emails – those associated with me – and redirecting them to an email address that looks like mine but is not? I’ve had plenty of stalkers in my life, but this is the next level of creepy. Of course, that guy can start playing me as well, answering real people as if he were me. CREEPY.
I’ve been dealing with stuff like this all my life because of what CCS at DoS in conjunction with DSCC in Rosslyn did to me a lifetime ago in favor of one of their field operatives who looks like me and who’s the same age as me, who has the same travels and languages as me. It was nothing against me personally (it never is), but it was just convenient for them at the time.
But this is not them. It’s all entirely different. And it crosses the line. This involves real people in my parish, national heroes, messing with them, gaslighting them, also stalking them because of me. That’s not cool.
So, here’s my request to DISA, NSA, CIA, FBI, DoS, DoJ, DEA and anyone who has ever been involved with me, hunt down this freak-boy hacker-stalker-guy and shut him down in favor of my 28 year military intel friend. Just a favor, tiny as it is. Thanks. It’s just tiny, you know, tiny, as in, like, tiny. Get it? Tiny?
Even while the Department of State is doing all they can to forbid flights evacuating U.S. citizens and translators from Afghanistan they claim credit for the rescue of four Americans.
There comes a time in everyone’s life when you have to choose either to continuing living your life as a lie, hating God and neighbor and self, or to make radical changes in one’s life to live with honesty and integrity, with purity of heart and agility of soul.
It’s a choice between life and death, eternal life and eternal death.
People are scared to look at that choice. Many entrench, blinding themselves all the more, rationalizing about choices they “have to make because ____(fill in the blank)____. And before they know it, they become murderers.
There is the occasional report of resignations from those who have not only seen the light, but then stayed in the light.
Just the other day the druggies in my neighborhood were readying themselves to do up a home invasion on me, but my fearless neighbor, risking life and limb, chased them away. This happens quite a bit. Andrews, NC is the drug capital for WNC, for East TN, for North Georgia. The crime has transformed and increased to crazy levels. But we don’t have stats because, you know, why should they be sent in to state level anyway? We’re a nice town! But the State is on to us now, so I imagine something might be sent in, maybe for parking tickets or the like. So, speaking of the Second Amendment…
We hear much about HR127 which in effect is tantamount to removing the Second Amendment from the Constitution of these USA. I doubt that will proceed very far. But more recently, an interview with Wuhan Joe was published (now post-inauguration), which presents something even more far reaching in its simplicity. Wuhan Joe wants to confiscate all guns, though providing his personal permission[!] for having a sidearm if there are biometrics involved, so that, for instance, a self-defense tool will not operate unless any involved fingerprints are those of the registered owner of the self-defense tool. This, of course, requires a new purchase on the part of citizens in good standing. Surely there’s no kickbacks to be involved there… Um… Also, technology for framing individuals for crimes by way of fingerprint transfers has been around for decades.
Fingerprints… I’ve submitted to that process by way of black inkings and by way of all sort and manner of glass-plate scanners right through the years right around the world and right across these USA. The fingerprinting events of whatever method have always been frustrating, with whatever law enforcement techs becoming visibly annoyed and even somewhat aggressive with my lack of viable fingerprints. Hunted criminals try to “erase” their fingerprints. No fingerprints = suspicion. The meme question to me is then: “Who are you, anyway?” This blog has sported many accounts of this occurrence which, being so frequent, is humorous.
The last fingerprinting event came about as part of the process of getting permission for second amendment Constitutional rights here in what the Sheriff has declared to be a 2A sanctuary: Cherokee County of North Carolina. The nice officer worked it seemed for an exaggerated amount of time in an attempt to acquire something, anything of recordable data for any would-be fingerprint so as to send these off to the State Bureau of Investigation. “Maybe two or three partials, maybe,” she said after many repeated attempts, exasperated that she had reached the limit of attempts possible in the law. “I’ll send what I have to the SBI, but they will reject this immediately and we will have to go through this multiple times, setting up more appointments on this end and waiting possibly for weeks each time, and then sending it all to them and waiting. This may add months to your request for getting permission. But after many attempts they also will have to accept what is there and send whatever it is off to the FBI. And then we’ll wait again.”
“No worries,” thought I. “There are other ways of ascertaining who I am, and there will be no problem at all,” thought I, smiling with sardonic contentedness. Indeed, the SBI instantaneously approved me first try – instantaneously – but not because of any viable fingerprints. The nice fingerprinting officer was shocked about this, once again giving me the “Who are you anyway?” look, and offering comments of amazement. It is to laugh.
UPSHOT: I could never fire a gun that wouldn’t fire without immediately viable fingerprints, which wouldn’t work anyway except in perfect laboratory conditions regarding temperature (cold and hot not working), no gloves (which are common when working, and/or when in cold areas, like from Texas to Canada), no sweat (that you otherwise would have even in cold weather when there is an adrenaline pumping situation), no mud, no dirt, no new scrapes and no new cuts and no Bandaids since the last fingerprint scan, no blood, and no switching of hands when your own fingers of your strong hand have been shot off (a not super-infrequent occurrence as you draw up with your self-defense tool right in front of you), a bad grip for reason of broken fingers and you shove a trigger finger into the trigger guard all the way to the palm of your hand to get some viable muscle to pull the trigger (no fingerprints there), and so on.
But I don’t have fingerprints to begin with. So, how is this Constitutional? I’m a citizen in good standing, and I’m being infringed. And, yes, I have a many reasons for carrying my now permitted concealed carry tool, also openly carried here in North Carolina and in this 2A sanctuary of Cherokee County.
The joke in these days about any gun confiscation is to say: “Oh! I’m so sorry dearest confiscation officers! I would hand over all my guns but I lost them in a boating accident!” But let’s update that for my situation:
“I lost my fingerprints in a boating accident.”
Go ahead and laugh at my stupidity, as I got what I deserved: While I’ve always had trouble fingerprinting, this intensified when building the hermitage now many years ago. I needed to fill in gaps under the rafters and I used expanding foam. I didn’t read the directions and so didn’t wear gloves. This was like a gorilla glue in the hair experience. My hands had glops of foam all over them. I’ll just wash that off before it dries, thought I. Nope. Rubbing alcohol? Nope. Gasoline? Nope. I finally read the warnings on the spray-can. Uh-oh. I then tried an abrasive pot scrubber. Nope. My heart fell. I entrenched. Steel wool? Yep. After many sessions, many hours each, my hands were entirely raw, bleeding, deeply scarred. It worked, but…
“You see these marks?” asked the nice law enforcement fingerprinting officer, showing me printouts of my non-fingerprints. “The story is embarrassing,” said I, but then I recounted the story above. There was deserved rolling of eyes. I laugh at myself as well.
But should I lose my second amendment under Wuhan Joe just because I didn’t read directions on a spray foam can while going a zillion miles an hour in just getting things done in my construction tasks, even triple tasking? Even someone who makes a mistake with a spray foam can still has second amendment rights, right? Believe me, that mistake will never be made again. We can learn from mistakes. And this wasn’t criminal and there was no criminal intent.
Having said all this, I still have two requests for Diplomatic Security in North Rosslyn.
According to Scamalytics (I don’t know if that’s legit or self-congratulatory), there, is, of a sudden, the most vaunted fraudsters and hackers around the world visiting ariseletusbegoing. Why? These guys have been subject to the courts and investigations by all sorts of agencies.
They are the best at extracting hard drives, flash drives, at following everything done on a computer, a phone, whatever device.
Most appear next to The Hague or over in Hesse. Whatever.
What are they interested in me. Maybe because I’m such a nobody. Maybe because they think they can find secret messages in “Flowers for the Immaculate Conception” – and indeed the Sacred Mysteries are often the subject of those posts and many others.
I knew it was dead serious trouble when the façade-of-niceness lady came to this particular church in the backsides of back ridges of Appalachia on behalf of the Atlanta, GA Census Bureau Regional Field Office, that is, on behalf of the Census Bureau quarters in Suitland, MD, that is, under powers of the Secretary for the US Census Bureau in Washington, DC.
Her first trusted Census Community partner in the region was yours truly. She wanted desperately to get her hands on info regarding our Latino community, it being that most of them are Catholic and, you know, I’m their priest.
The obvious question back to her without answering her Latino community questions was this: So, how much do you know about Gaming Theory? She was instantaneously livid with anger, controlled, but shaking, explaining, while gritting her teeth, that she had taken doctoral degrees in this area of statistical hell and from the Jesuits no less. Taking the opportunity of her off-kilter emotions, having caught her off guard, another question was put to her face about whether or not she had worked for the US ARMY’s DARPA *COMPASS* program, (a side note on war-games involving also individual citizens HERE). What with all the stats and spreadsheets in her business of the Census, the COMPASS program would have been a great C.V. line-item to fly up the ladder. Yes, she admitted: plenty of work for DARPA COMPASS.
:-) I’m so bad and evil.
Here’s a summary of COMPASS:
An emergent type of geopolitical warfare in recent years has been coined “gray zone competition,” or simply “competition,” because it sits in a nebulous area between peace and conventional conflict. It’s not openly declared or defined, it’s slower and is prosecuted more subtly using social, psychological, religious, information, cyber and other means to achieve physical or cognitive objectives with or without violence. The lack of clarity of intent in competition activity makes it challenging to detect, characterize, and counter an enemy fighting this way.
“The Collection and Monitoring via Planning for Active Situational Scenarios (COMPASS) program aims to better understand and respond to an adversary’s competition. COMPASS seeks to leverage advanced AI and other technologies to help commanders make more effective decisions to thwart an enemy’s complex, multi-layered competition activity. The ultimate goal of the program is to provide theater-level operations and planning staffs with robust analytics and decision-support tools that reduce ambiguity of adversarial actors and their objectives.”
Targets, including individual citizens of these USA, are subjected to baiting and gaslighting, even using violence, so as to fill out the AI algorithms needed for a more accurate usage of COMPASS, with sources being social, psychological, religious, information, cyber. The point is to allow field officers to effect an extra-judicial killing on you, you know, with a clean conscience, because AI told them to do it. That’s easy. It’s the new version of the devil made me do it.
As I proceeded to grill the nice Census Bureau lady about abusing the census for gerrymandering and perverting elections, she retreated into ambiguous obfuscation: there are talking points we were given on that. And that’s all she said about it. Pfft. You know, just my opinion, but the mid-level guys ought to send out better trained people than her. To wit: the very day Trump signed an executive order forbidding the Census Bureau from using data for gerrymandering, she resigned, as she told me in an email. I wrote about that, and, instantaneously, I got a blog visit from the U.S. Census Bureau in Suitland to an obscure, long-archived humorous post on this blog about “little white lies” starring Lillian Carter and Jesus. The first time she had visited my blog through the Suitland servers she bragged within hours that she had visited my blog, laughing with glee. As it is, that unnuanced statement of resignation may mean that she is now moving up the ladder, as expected.
Her pet project, DARPA *COMPASS* has me on the list as a targeted individual, as I was informed by the new FBI compound just North-East of Atlanta, but not for nefarious purposes, just informational, I hope[!], inasmuch as Diplomatic Security just up from the Rosslyn, VA metro stop established a kind of Doppelgänger of mine with secured identity for work with CCS (Counterintelligence for Consular Services) at Main State (the main campus of the Department of State at Foggy Bottom), blah blah blah. I’ve written on all this before, too many times. I can’t get out of it. It’s a “perpetual” program, even “interdepartmental”. I’m really fed up with it. My protestations are detrimental to whatever it is that the Doppelgänger is up to, and that’s dangerous for me. He started out with arms transfers to the Sinaloa Cartel, that is, in its very beginnings, waaaay back in the day.
“The Bureau of Diplomatic Security, more commonly known as Diplomatic Security, or DS, is the security and law enforcement arm of the United States Department of State. DS is a world leader in international investigations, threat analysis, cyber security, counterterrorism, security technology, and protection of people, property, and information.”
Anyway, I had asked her if she would help me get out the “program”, seeing that she’s interested in actual numbers of people, what with the census, and there happening to be two of me, born of the same parents, at the same second, in the same hospital, with the same name, same social security number, same everything. On behalf of CCS at Main State, Diplomatic Security brags about this to me, and brags repeatedly: they are so very good at establishing alternative secured identities to people who then become that provided identity, and they NEVER make a mistake, not ever. The upper echelon census lady said with a rather severe voice that there was zero chance of her helping me with this, adding: “I will not help you.” Ironic, methinks.
Indeed, the stakes have been jacked up. I’m now faced with a damned if I do and damned if I don’t situation:
If I answer the unrepeatable particular life-history details of the American Community Survey (another program you absolutely cannot get out of, and penalties are established by the U.S. Congress) I will be told that I’m a liar, because the Doppelgänger surely has different answers. If I’m hit with lying, it’s up to a US$5,000.00 fine and/or up to five years in prison, or both.
If I just ignore the survey for a couple of months, harassment by the Census Bureau is guaranteed: constant phone calls, banging on the door, clogging my mail box, harassment which is all legal for them. If I continue to ignore them, it’s up to a US$5,000.00 fine and/or five years in prison, or both. And this will be repeated as time goes on.
Of course, people say that it’s extremely rare that such contempt for a congressionally mandated harassment about unrepeatable personal life history that has nothing to do with the local population is ever prosecuted, that they just want to scare you into compliance. That’s true, because they save a ton of money avoiding litigation. But sometimes they do prosecute, you know, if they are malicious. On that note…
I have to say that I did respond to the much more mundane questions of the actual census of the population, with alacrity, on time, and politely, even though I was told by the nice lady that even those basic answers would be falsified on purpose so that the rest of the answers couldn’t be referred back to me. Of course, they get to choose, for the sake of gerrymandering, which answers they want to manipulate, like about, say, race. But my good faith effort was very sarcastically, mockingly called into question by the Atlanta Census Bureau field office. How’s that?
I started getting many harassment phone calls from three guys, and, when I could, I finally picked up the phone over bluetooth in Sassy the Subaru. The Census Bureau guy asked with a sing-song “gotcha question” voice filled with sarcasm and triumphant mockery: “This is a Catholic ♬ rectory ♬ isn’t it?” “Yes,” I said. “Well, then,” he continued in his sarcastic voice, “it being that this is a ♬ Catholic rectory ♬ there must be all sorts of women and children who live there, right? I mean, after all, it’s a ♬ Catholic rectory ♬. There has to lots of women and children that you’re keeping there, right?”
“Keeping there…” That’s like pronouncing that it’s an established fact that all Catholic priests, because they are Catholic priests, are imprisoning women and children in dungeons or doing up human trafficking or pimping them out or are trying to counter, say, immigration laws. Um… No.
It’s against the law for the Census Bureau to outright mock religion and with such baiting, mocking sarcasm. I should have these nice people thrown into prison for a much longer time than just five years. This is a religious hate crime wrought purposely by the Federal Government, deep as it might be at the moment. I told the guy that if any insists on that kind of stupidity I WILL SUE THEM INTO THE GROUND. So, I guess that ends this conversation, he said, and hung up. Nice guy. Coward too. The deeper you go…
Oh, my bad. I forgot. They don’t give a damn about my Catholic priesthood. At one point – early 1996 – this time at the FBI Rome, Italy field office), they established me (without my asking) with an alternative identity. I rejected it, having seen what they did after having already entered back into Italy. They were really upset, for years, with yours truly. They tried over years to convince me, a citizen in good standing, with argumentation, then humiliation, to disappear without a trace with that alternative identity (and they would have made sure of the without a trace part), so as to make it easier for my Doppelgänger at this point in time, decades later, to continue his, um, work, under my identity. Father George David Byers would cease to exist. I would immediately have turned into no-history-man, which is something that gets you into unending trouble and then dead in no time. For these guys and gals, U.S. citizens in good standing don’t count. Just the Feds. The mantra of the Census Bureau is that each person counts. But not this citizen in good standing. I don’t count. Ironic, right, for the Census Bureau? But we knew that already.
The niceness lady of Suitland (in)fame reads this blog closely, so, she’ll get the message: I won’t comply. Send your thugs and buffoons. I won’t comply. Steal my money and throw me in prison. Fine! I’ll comply with you stealing my money and you throwing me into prison. But I won’t comply with your detailed personal history questionnaire. How can I? Do you know if I’m me, that I’m not my Doppelgänger? Really? How’s that? You’ll get yourself into trouble with a certain Secretary and a certain Director if you say you do. When “perpetual programs” that are “interdepartmental” come into play, we’re talking un-maskable, unless, like, you’re not only best friends with the Secretary and the Director, but you have directives coming from above the Secretary and above the Director. ;-)
But hey! I know! I’ve had a couple of requests about “the program” for years now. No one knows what they are. Just some little tweaks. Diplomatic Security asked what these were somewhat recently, but my response had to be that I can’t make those known over an unsecured telephone connection (on my end). So, hey! I’ll answer all the questions you got, but this time it’s gotta be quid-pro-quo. I have some simple requests. After all, you guys stole my identity. Now you owe me.
I am so very stupid, so very naive. When I was a teenager, I thought that “The Fall Guy” for whatever important op is to be someone who lays down his life for his friends, for his country, often with an untold story, but prepared to be smashed down by being asked to do it or by way of volunteering to do this. In a way, “The Fall Guy” is to seen everywhere in service roles such as Law Enforcement and the Military. I’m proud of my dad’s service, a USMC Commander of the Fighter-Attack Checkerboard Corsair Squadron; here are some of his medals, not including the international medals from various countries, et alii. That’s the Purple Heart, third one over (they’re laid out in proper military order, two each of each medal to the left of the Purple Heart):
Anyway, and more specifically, the reason having “The Fall Guy” as part of an op is that there are certain ops that can’t be easily understood by the public at large. So, put the blame for what might be considered as that which has a fine line to it on just one guy, a scapegoat. Great!
Sometimes “The Fall Guy” was always expected and well known. Since being a youngster, I looked at Jesus as “The Fall Guy” for us. After all, God so loved the world that He sent His only Son to do just that. Jesus knew. So did His good mom, who caught Him:
Then, July of 1987 came around. I was already ordained a deacon and had spent some outrageous time throughout Nicaragua a couple of years before. I had plenty of experiences in the “war zone” so as to be able to understand what would be put on stage the Summer of 1987 for the whole world with the Iran-Contra “Affair”. During my free time of that Summer I had been cleaning up the parish cemetery with my little tape-recorder and ear phones playing talks of Archbishop Fulton Sheen while I worked. I was distracted, and ended up with a case of poison ivy so fierce that the skin came off both hands. I sat in the rectory kitchen with my hands soaking in a special solution for two full weeks. During that time I watched every minute of C-SPAN’s total coverage of the Congressional grilling of Lieut. Col. Oliver North, who, by the way, I thought was entirely hilarious: “Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!” The New York Times, confirming everything I thought about “The Fall Guy” for any op – (that they know and agree to being “The Fall Guy” beforehand) – reported this:
“Lieut. Col. Oliver L. North said today that the plan to make him the ”fall guy” for the Iran-contra operations was first suggested by William J. Casey as early as 1984 when the White House began its secret support for the Nicaraguan rebels.
“Colonel North had previously emphasized conversations he said he had with Mr. Casey last fall – as the Administration’s secret arms sales to Iran and the resupply program for the contras began to become public – about making the colonel the scapegoat. Mr. Casey, who resigned as Director of Central Intelligence in February, died in May.” [just before he himself was to testify to the Senate…]
The point I’m trying to make is that “The Fall Guy” knows beforehand that he’s going to be “The Fall Guy.” Everyone else for decades had the same idea as me. Thus, staying in the theme of arms transfers, the film “Lord of War” offers another version of this in 2005:
Notice that “The Fall Guy” is always an agreed to part of whatever op by anyone’s estimation. Except that that’s not true. Sometimes there are those who are “The Fall Guy” without knowing it. They are there, you know, just in case things go South. They are outside of a program, know nothing about it, and yet are continuously groomed for taking the blame as time goes by.
“The Fall Guy” who is unwitting has to be protected, to make sure he’s always around to take the heat. “The Fall Guy” who is unwitting has to be baited into experiences that will make him look like the actual Asset in every way, with the same travels, with the same experiences, with at least some of the same over-the-top skill sets, languages, contacts, indeed, especially with other Assets, making “The Fall Guy” look like he could be an Asset himself. It’s precisely that which makes him ready to be “The Fall Guy” at any time.
In my travels often hundreds of miles every week bringing me into the seven-state region near enough to Western North Carolina, I was speaking to a top military guy about “The Fall Guy” thing. He admitted that, yes, in fact, it has happened, does happen and will happen that there can be “The Fall Guy” for whatever op, even with “The Fall Guy” being someone who does not know about whatever program and is in no way to be connected with whatever program.
For instance, if a CIA Asset is being compromised, “The Fall Guy” is used to take the heat off the all important Asset, so that said Asset can continue doing what he needs to do. If the Asset is going to end up going to prison, it’s instead “The Fall Guy” who goes to prison.
Recently, CCS (Counterintel for Consular Services) at Main State (Department of State) had me call DSCC (Diplomatic Security Command Center). It was made crystal clear that […] ///
/// […] When “The Guy” of Black Sites fame at another time and place told me that there are always but always insurance policies for every single program so that there is no program without an insurance policy, I didn’t know what he meant. I asked him about that, a lot, over years. I never understood, just thinking it was an extortion type thing: “You do this or else.” But, no. Not that. And it’s not a Strzokian type of “Insurance Policy.” No, no. The Insurance Policy he was talking about is “The Fall Guy,” whether that guy knows it or not. He’s the scapegoat, the one to blame. /// […]
/// […] The question is, what if “The Fall Guy,” as unwitting as he is for so long, figures out that he is “The Fall Guy”?
The best way to take care of the problem is to make “The Fall Guy” a target, say, by spreading it around that he is, say, for instance, a CIA Asset himself. That’s easy to do since, with all the grooming, all the baiting, all the false friendships, “The Fall Guy” will indeed have contacts highly influential in various countries and troubled regions around the world. In researching rumors about “The Fall Guy”, various groups may well think that “The Fall Guy” is, instead, the Asset. And then they’ll take care of the problem that “The Fall Guy” now knows too much. How very convenient. Mind you, “The Fall Guy” who was up to this point unwitting has had no real training, has gained no real over-the-top skill sets that he can use to avoid trouble, that he can use to protect himself. It’s kind of like being put on the front lines like David did to Uriah the Hittite, and then having his fellow soldiers withdraw leaving Uriah quite alone against the enemy so that he is then cut down. Easy peasy.
This, of course, underlines the fact that especially “The Fall Guy” who was unwitting up to this point is the most unimportant, most expendable non-person in the world. He has no chance to prepare for a good death. It’s all very dark, very ugly, the most cowardly side of these USA.
The above was taken this past week on the day off. I always instantly think of another six sided yellow star when I see flowers like this:
And then I think of a Jewess, the Immaculate Conception, good mom of Jewish Jesus. She knows all about Jews being put to death just to do it.
Early this morning I listened to this…
A guy well known to me and who is on the radar of the State Department and the top law enforcement under their control (coordinating all other law enforcement) called me up recently and told me he wants “to kill Jews”, you know, anyone and everyone who is a Jew, indiscriminately, that is, with all Jews being guilty of the “crimes” he imagines for any and every Jew, you know, because of what people like Hitler said. Note that the reference to “Jews” is in the plural. A mass killing terrorist incident is envisioned. He can do it. He’s owned four personal guns in his life (he says). More than that, he’s been an arms dealer for cartels, specifically for Joaquín Archivaldo Guzmán Loera “El Chapo”. The Sinaloa cartel, at last count, has already killed or disappeared some 226,000 people.
I’ve been baiting out what the actual interest might be in changing some policy about this guy. I already know that law enforcement is not interested in that he didn’t say “I’m going to kill Jews at this time and in this place.” So, policy is the way to go. I went to the upper floors of the main State Department building in Atlanta the other day. They confirmed for me my worst fear, that it is in fact about policy about this guy, that is, whether or not any terrorist incident may occur has no bearing on policy about this guy. Policy, however outdated, is paramount, even if innocent people do get killed. This guy has fully seven Jewish synagogues within a few miles of his safe-house.
/// What’s a few Jews being killed anyway, right? There was no holocaust, just like El Chapo’s genocide in Mexico is no big deal. Policy is important! /// – off sarcasm
If I give a flower to Jesus’ good mom, it’s because she didn’t run away when an innocent Jew – her Son – was being killed. She stayed there with Him in solidarity. She said: