When asked about Rosenstein’s indictment of twelve Russian GRU spies, Putin, of course, with a chuckle, invited Mueller and his investigators to come to Moscow to question them, adding, of course, with a chuckle, and entirely predictably, that his own investigators would then come to these USA to interrogate our own spies. Sounds fair, but what’s the upshot and why is this betrayal of the intelligence community? Because extensive proof would be wanted. We would have to reveal connections, contacts, assets, methods, capabilities, ways and means of all kinds. At any rate, that’s impossible on both sides, not just because neither side would want to do this, but because neither side could. The levels of impossible to overcome levels of physical deniability built into all programs, all actions, all deliveries of any kind of communications will stop any investigation in its tracks, even if everyone would sincerely want to cooperate. I mean, if you think you know something, a discovery, it’s only because it is desired by your opposition that you think this way.
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Peter Strzok sent a *text* about Trump to Lisa Page concerning how a meeting in Andy McCabe’s office played out. Lisa wants to know why Strzok embarrassed her in front on Andy, dissing her short-sighted plan in favor of his own, which includes an “insurance policy.” So, Strzok says to her:
“I want to believe the path you threw out for consideration in Andy’s office—that there’s no way he gets elected—but I’m afraid we can’t take that risk. It’s like an insurance policy in the unlikely event you die before you’re 40.”
A life insurance policy isn’t put into effect until death comes about. In the analogy, the election of Trump is the death. So, to be pedantic, what happened in the meeting based on this text is as follows:
- Lisa Page presented a plan merely to make sure that Trump would not get elected. That’s bad enough, but that’s all she has.
- Peter Strzok has another plan, an insurance policy, which he had presented, stomping down Lisa’s lesser plan. Strzok’s own plan, his insurance policy, is to do something that will remove Trump should he in fact get elected. This is the object back-referenced with “It’s.”
The effective date of Strzok’s insurance policy coming into play does NOT refer to a pre-election time period, but only from the announcement moving forward that Trump has won the election.
And now Strzok is being backed into a corner. People do bad stuff when they are backed into corners. He could put his insurance policy into play at any time. I’m guessing that he doesn’t want to wait much longer. They are so sure of themselves that they can still make it happen. Way overconfident. People make mistakes when they are overconfident. And they have made a mistake.
Just a note to some “friends”: Extortion speaks to the players, to the motives, to those involved. It puts just a bit too much of an edge on things. It’s a mistake.
The FBI states what is or is not ongoing. So, there is no oversight which they will allow. The FBI is totally out of control, rogue, a separate government. That’s mutiny. Treason. Traitorous. They make up their own law. This is no longer America, no longer a republic of law, merely a democracy of the most powerful, that is, a dictatorship. I hope these guys are thrown in prison today, at the least.
Of course, just because the blog slowed down for a while doesn’t mean that things haven’t been at breakneck speed. I’m still racing around to the shut-ins and the hospitals and nursing homes (the picture above being an on-the-way shot. The blog slowing down for just a bit could mean that things have been moving along faster than ever. I hope that doesn’t mean motus in fine velocior. Let’s just say: motus velocior.
Someone showed up recently – Army (counter)intel for years and now a handler for another rather important counterterrorism intel guy – to insist on giving me what he called an “assignment”, namely, considering the fact that if the demise of someone, obviously known to me (an insurance policy) were to come about such a person will not deliberately have committed suicide (a method of the CIA). Obviously there is a very specific person with a very specific intention to murder another very specific person in a way that makes it look like suicide and I should know, of all people, that that isn’t going to be a suicide but rather a murder. There were five individuals known to me who were individuated. So, there’s some sort of ultimatum being provided about what, I don’t know – or else – so that I had better stop whatever it is I’m doing that counterterrorism is interested in having me stop pursuing. I mean, there are a couple of things, one, in fact, that is rather far reaching and which involves counterterrorism and which would be embarrassing to a lot of people. I’ve been spending some time consulting on this with some rather in-the-know people, on a Federal level.
If anyone knows anything about me its that I don’t cave in to pressure. Ever. No compromise. Never. What is life if one sells out honesty and integrity and goodness and kindness and truth and respect for others, for individuals without whom there is no common good?
Meanwhile, I love being the country parish priest who brings Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament to people. But I would never compromise to keep that privilege either. :-)
“I, the Inspectors General and FISA Court Judges, Wray Rosenstein Strzok, hereby declare that members of any Congressional Oversight for the judiciary, for counterterrorism, for counterintelligence, for anything, although enjoying the highest levels of clearance, cannot ever run a true oversight operation in any setting as they are not allowed ever to know how we are conducting any of our activities, you know, while these are ongoing, and it is only I who can say what is active.”
Or am I wrong?
This morning Trump told Steve Ducey for FoxNews that Strzok’s continued employment in the FBI, and now in Human Resources, is even worse than the previous situation. I feel vindicated for the following comment I made already some four months ago on Strzok being moved into HR, a manipulation which seems so malicious that those hired, promoted or moved about by Strzok should have a cloud over them until they are re-vetted after Strzok is entirely removed from government service:
- Back in the day, regional centers of the FBI vetted and chose and assigned their own personnel. This has changed. Now everything is done from on high. This means that if you have a guy who is corrupt dealing with human resources, he might well be able to maneuver his own style of agent into various positions throughout the Bureau. Since this plays the long game, although it’s not very glamorous, it is arguably one of the most influential positions in the entire agency.
- Peter Strzok, accused of stacking the deck politically regarding personnel in significant recent investigations, was “demoted” from Chief of Counterespionage and Deputy Assistant Director of Counterintelligence down to human resources, but that’s not really a demotion is it? No. In the long game, it’s much more influential.
///// That comment above, btw, was picked up by the FBI’s CJIS, namely, the FBI’s Criminal Justice Information Services [“Fairmont”] (that’s interesting), and then by what seems to be a most influential conservative think tank, that is, for policy within the present administration. ;-)
Our tiniest of all parishes has wildly interesting people. Many are military and many number among the intelligence and scientific community. Jerry Hudson is a good example. (And, yes, it’s that Hudson.) We had his wake 5-4-2018 and the funeral 5-5-2018. He was edging on 80 years young. I will miss him sorely.
As with most ultra-extreme-genii who change the entire world in which we live, Jerry dropped out of High School. Jerry was profoundly patriotic, profoundly Catholic. He was scooped up by the USAF in his Junior year. They gave him further schooling, specialized, fit for his smarts. After that, he was known simply as “The Mechanic.” It’s like calling “Good” Will Hunting “The Janitor.”
At one point, Jerry went through the FBI qualification exams with extreme perfection.
- He was so perfect that it is as if he himself had composed and arranged all questions, connections between questions, levels of meanings in questions and their connections, and scenarios, connections among scenarios, and levels of meanings among scenarios, able entirely to manipulate follow-up with the starkness of utterly dead-pan reasoning.
- He was so perfect in all of this that he was turned down. In other words, the FBI felt themselves to be in danger since his intelligence far surpassed anything they could come up with. He would be able to run circles around them and there is nothing they would be able to do about it, and therefore he was considered a threat.
That hits home with me. I myself have seen it before, up close and personal, at by far the most academic of Catholic institutions. It is frustrating. There is so much that could be done. But, that’s just how it is. It is what it is.
In a what could have been imagination, what if the FBI had instead created a specialized investigatory IG position for Jerry. The Strzok and Comey scenarios and all the rest of the Department of Justice corruption would most likely have never come about the way it is today. Anyway…
There’s no love lost between the FBI and CIA. So, of course, after Jerry was dumped by the FBI, he was picked up by the CIA. I love that. Since he was “The Mechanic”, they put him to work on the U2 spy plane for its missions over Russia, from Turkey – yes, don’t deny it – where he kept the pilots in good order with good oxygen for four years. Mind you, he figured out how to do this for a plane flying many miles higher than the ceiling of our most capable passenger jetliners even while he himself was living in a tent (since you can’t have a base for a plane that doesn’t exist, right?). Mind you, today, we let our fighter pilots die in our own day because of CYA cover-ups, we not wanting to admit that we don’t know what we are doing in trying to keep the pilots in good order with oxygen. For shame! Sure, the guts of planes change. But we should investigate the procedures by which Jerry was able to figure out problems. We might learn something that will save lives today. Science is as much about method as facts. Knowing the facts doesn’t mean understanding. Jerry knew stuff, and understood, and could “fix it.” After all, he was “The Mechanic.”
And, by the way, that stint with the CIA helped to change quite entirely the course of the cold war with Russia. He was, perhaps, at that time, the biggest enemy that Russia had. He was also instrumental during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Jerry is a great American hero, yes, as CIA. I sometimes make purposed poking fun at the CIA, or what looks like serious criticism, but let me for a moment be serious:
Meanwhile, “The Mechanic” worked on pretty much all the Apollo space missions – yes, those missions – and on pretty much all missile systems of whatever kind, air to air, air to ground, ground to air, from the sea, intercontinental… for whatever military manufacturer, for whatever branch of the military, pretty much everywhere. Yes, it’s him: “The Mechanic.”
His baby, above. Just a few of the missions he worked on (but much more than these):
Obviously, he was from Kansas…
I mentioned that Jerry was Catholic. Most of the crowd at the wake and funeral were non-Catholic, mostly family from everywhere and friends. But there were also quite a number whom no one had seen before, were not related, came late, left early, and, if you know what to look for, very much fit the bill as reps for, you know, The Company. I’m very touched by that. Very human, that. And it’s a recognition by The Company of just what an impact Jerry made not only on America but on the entire world in stopping Russian imperialism dead in its tracks. With the passing of Jerry comes the passing of an entire era. He should be recognized in Congress post-mortem. The Air Force came up and did the flag ceremony for the burial. Very touching. They really did a good job as it was obvious this was much more than a job. This was personal.
Meanwhile, Jerry was always helpful, always encouraging, always a friend to everyone. Jerry encouraged me on my homilies, loving the irony of mercy being founded on justice. He loved that I myself led the rosary during adoration, saying that he never once in his life saw a priest doing that, and loved to see a priest who is a believer. As I say, he was always encouraging, looking for things by which he could encourage people. I mean, when does anyone encourage a priest? He did. That’s the kind of guy he was.
When he had some medical difficulties recently, we spoke of going to heaven as I gave him the anointing and such. He simply enjoyed life because he had a deep faith, a wild sense of irony. Those two go together, faith and irony, very well and make up the Jerry we all knew and loved. You’ll be sorely missed, Jerry. God speed, my friend. Tell Jesus how we want to get to the gates of heaven… and then get in!
Mind you, Jerry was a genius in the extreme. And yet he was always the little kid, full of wonder, always wanting to learn more, always thinking, pondering, but with joy, never with fear or bitterness, knowing that he knew nothing compared to what there is to know both in this life and in the life to come. Would that we could all retain our wonder as kids, and be joyful in learning about things here on earth, and then, please God, in heaven. Here’s Jerry in his younger days, just like his older days:
I am so angry. The Mossad is good. But what about us?! We didn’t know this?! Really?! I am so angry. This is a result of a failure of leadership in counterterrorism, counterintelligence. I happen to know something about that in regard to one of our Ambassadors in regard to Main State. But we’re rotten from the inside. We don’t care about treason. We only care about politics. Yep.
You may recall this recent post: Liquid Metal Fast Breeder Reactor – Conversing of LMFBR in my tiny parish. The LMFBR guy who came to visit me ought best to come round again. Why? Because, in his words, “we got conversations to have.” But at this point, I’m the one who will pick his brains right out of his head until he speaks freely. Then we’ll go along nicely to CT up the way so that I can throw his sorry backend in front of them, even Main State now that Pompeo is there. That LMFBR guy approached me moments after Israel was able to secure 1000 pounds of documentation about this subject and Iran. I mean, we would have watched all this leaving Iran and heading to Israel and we could be 100% certain what it was and we would immediately scrape the bottom of the barrel to find out what the consequences might be. That kind of stupidity puts millions of peoples lives at risk.
Update: O.K., anger has given way to celebration. This is one of if not the biggest intelligence / military coups in what we know of military history. Incredible. I’m so proud of Israel. To life, my friends, to life! I mean, just think of breaking into those safes in that warehouse, and then somehow moving 1000 pounds of cargo off that compound and into Israel. Just incredible. But it’s done. That’s just so cool.
The logistics of operational structures in Northeast Virginia, adjacent Maryland and associated field interests were clarified for me the other day in regard to my “Shadow” to the effect that there was an inescapable indication as to those for whom my “Shadow” has been working all these decades, really since the very beginning. And now he knows I know. So, he appreciates my texting him the following:
I just figured you out. I’m a bit slow. I had some help. You should’ve just told me. Pretty funny if you ask me. I’m cool with that. Just be good. Avoid evil. Have your soul straight with God.
That was sincere. I mean, I am a priest, after all. I want everyone to have their souls right with God, even the one who stole my identity so as to do things with it internationally and totally unknown to me for the longest time, that is, at the behest of those for whom he works. But, I suppose, my admonition to him also involved a little bit of baiting.
It worked. His response was to give me a heads up about what the relationship is between me and those for whom he works, regardless of any loyalty of mine to all that is patriotic, all that is good and holy, and this, by playing off a recent post on this blog involving the extremity of such loyalty and that particular center on this blog: Metallica: Nothing Else Matters (Analysis of the lyrics). Nice, that response of his, giving me a heads up and all. Not that I didn’t know that. After all, this has been going on for decades and the relevant Division of Main State and later the FBI confirmed this for me on their own initiative. As I’ve always said, my life is an open book, more than any polygraph or other means could ever drag out of me or ascertain (I mean, should I ever have been signed up for said company myself).
In more recent years, especially in recent months, especially in recent weeks, especially in recent days and hours, despite that initial niceness, my “Shadow” has been playing up baiting me into having a syndrome originally called Norrmalmstorgssyndromet but now recalls the city in which an incident occasioned analysis: the Stockholm Syndrome.
I’m guessing he’s sincere on one level, but is so caught up in his rationalizations that he just doesn’t see his own baiting in reverse. Or not that. Maybe I’ve been baiting him to bait me. Maybe we’re just pretending to out-manipulate each other. But, after all, in his mind, if he’s done wrong and I don’t like that, maybe he feels the oppression of my not liking being taken advantage of with my name being used. He’s a “victim”[!], well, until I cave and work with him for the company. But maybe, from my perspective, I can capitalize on all that. He will read this, of course.
The trouble with him making that baiting me into a Stockholm Syndrome a success is that I’m already so bad and evil that I’m already in a pre-skeptical state, a kind of self-aware situational awareness of all that which is bad and evil. Nothing has changed with all of this. Not even with the heating up of incidents, not even with the recent exaggeration of the “accompaniment” when I travel as promised by Main State and the FBI. I still have a request and I still have something to say to the FBI and CT at Liberty Crossing Campus that dwarfs this idiocy between my “Shadow” and me.
We had a Knights of Columbus Fish Fry April 20, 2018 at Holy Redeemer parish in Andrews, N.C., so as to raise money for the local Special Olympics. I would have to be there, of course, just then, in the parking lot to go up to the parish hall. As I got out of my car, a jogger, say, in his sixties, jogged up to me, stopped, and we had this conversation:
- Jogger: It’s good to see you.
- Me: Good to see you too. [But I’m wondering who he is. Bad memory, I guess.]
- Jogger: I wanted to come by and bother you but… ’cause we got conversations to have but…
- Me: O.K. [I say “O.K.”, but the plural “conversations” is a most extraordinary usage, and bothers me. I’ve never heard it before in my life. It’s always singular. Except when there are disparate topics that have been piling up, like tasks to accomplish. My bad and evil suspicions will be justified. These conversations will not be about the faith. As we’ll see below, he thinks my present life, perhaps ‘cover’, as a priest who also writes this blog, is a total waste of time, in which he has zero interest.]
- Jogger: Haven’t gotten around to it.
- Me: We’ll get there.
- Jogger: Yeah.
- Me: O.K. [So, I’m waiting for a hint. And here it is:]
- Jogger: Did you do any research on liquid metal fast breeder reactors?
- Me: No!!!!!!! That’s what I need to do!!!!!!! [Sorry, but I’m really bad and evil. I was using the loud voice of a sarcastic Matt Damon with an unrelenting Robin Williams from the few clips I’ve seen of Good Will Hunting on YouTube. My unnamed interlocutor continues with an incisive sarcasm all his own, as if my life as a
janitor– err… I mean… priest… – isn’t good enough, especially the bit about the total waste of time, he thinks, of my writing this blog. I should stop hiding away in this tiniest of all parishes. But, mind you, I absolutely love this parish in these mountains. Love it. He says:]
- Jogger: Well, I know, I mean, I know you got nothin’ else to do but write. Hahahahaha.
- Me: That would be a good one down the way. Yes, that’s for sure.
- Jogger: Now, you’re, George, right? Byers?
- Me: Yes. [Because he can’t believe my denial.]
- Jogger: Good! [[Then, as he started to jog away, he said:]] Bye! We’ll be up in a little bit.
He could see that I was a priest with all the black and the Roman collar, and that I was physically at that moment at that parish, obviously, but he still wasn’t sure of my identity (I could be a guest priest after all), so he asked if his prior knowledge of my name was correct, you know, after my denial about working on LMFBRs.
interrogations – err… – conversations are in store for me. “Researching”, mind you, on LMFBRs doesn’t refer to summaries of the history or findings of others throughout the decades, (what a waste of time that would be) but rather on the LMFBRs themselves, which is the only way to do anything, the only reason why anyone’s knowledge would have any value whatsoever. Maybe he’s offering me a job. Could be about doing active research, could be about doing something about some LMFBRs in some other way. But maybe asking about someone’s wherewithal with LMFBRs in whatever way just to do it is a normal thing at the ol’ fish-fry, right? I mean that’s a normal conversation to have, right? Maybe it’s a task to accomplish as a favor, and then, maybe, Main State will listen to a request of mine. We’ll see.
But I still expect this guy to come back with his friends and have a wee chat with me. Blog posts like this are merely one of those nothing is as it seems things, right?
The Chrism Mass in this diocese coincides with my day off, and the hermitage is on my way back to the parish after the Chrism Mass, so, you know, you gotta do what you gotta do. Not having much time and only one box of ammo – and no shot-timer so it’s less than non-official – I raced through the FBI course (60 shots) and pre-2001 Federal Air Marshal course (30 shots) cold barrel. And then, with a few bullets left over, set this 1″squared stick swinging, cutting it in half with those bullets. Mind you, my target is just a small fraction of the size of targets they use:
- FBI: 80%, that is, 100% until the last stages, when I lost some points. Still a pass but not good enough. I wonder if I would get 100% with the full targets. But that would be complacency, so I’ll just keep trying for 100% with the tiny targets.
- FAM: 98%. Just one bullet was a bit off on the draw from concealed at 180 degrees, pivot to shoot at three targets each three yards apart seven yards away drill. And I’m sure I was a bit slow on the draw without the pushing from the shot-timer.
For me this was simply fun. Think of it: after a very pleasant Chrism Mass (this time almost 100% of priests showing up, which is great, renewing friendships and meeting new friends) and a very pleasant meal together afterward, that is, for all the priests as put on by the bishop himself (very, very cool of him), and a pleasant, restful, ultra-super-scenic drive that most people only dream about in the ultra-sassy Sassy the Subaru Forester… running through a box of ammo at Holy Souls Hermitage (never forgetting the famous Angelus run* just there) these FBI and FAM courses were a great way to end the day before the last 2 1/2 hour stint to through the mountains to the parish.
I only bring this up to encourage those of you that do carry to get out there and sharpen your skills a bit. It’s a perishable skill that needs renewing all the time, just like our souls need shriving until we get to heaven. Right?
*No matter what, my guardian angel always but always reminds me to offer the Angelus just at that place for the bishop and priests of the diocese. It is what it is. Is there a certain place in which you are always reminded to pray a prayer for someone, like a cemetery, or a certain place in a church or home?
Catherine Herridge is my most favorite reporter in the world, a true heroine in both her private and public life. For me, she’s followed closely by Matt Schrier, one of those “I just don’t care what happens to me if the story is important for the common good of the world” kind of guys. Catherine has taken up Matt’s cause. Read that story to the end.
Long story short, the CIA and others among the alphabet crowd used Schrier as a sacrificial lamb, making sure NOT to rescue him, making sure to keep him hostage in Syria, so that they could feed their own careers claiming successful data collection at his expense, you know, with the excuse that their own career advancement was for the common good of the world.
In the Constitution, what separates the USA from, say, terrorist or Marxist countries is that (1) we hold the individual to have God-given rights, (2) that it is never better that one man die than that a whole nation perish because, instead, we believe self-defense is a positive contribution to the virtue of justice. We will go to war over one hostage. Or we did do that. And we do that now, don’t we? We rescue hostages, not endanger their lives, right?
Matt’s terrorist captors stole his identity, the how and why and results all provably known by our intelligence services who were happy to track him instead of his terrorist captors since his terrorist captors were using his identity. They obtained in this way a wealth of information about the terrorists, it is true, but totally at his expense, he, by the way, not being a military or intelligence operator, he being tortured the whole time. Matt was now a Department of State “perpetual” “program.”
What no one counted on, what no one wanted, was that, incredibly, Matt, beaten and tortured, escaped. Instead of finding help from our intelligence services back stateside, he’s been smashed down by them, dismissed by him, marginalized into the darkest of existential peripheries by them. “Go away! Leave us alone! Go live in a homeless shelter!” He’s frustrated at their intransigence as his life continues to be their collateral damage, wreckage in the wake of self-absorbed self-congratulations of members of our intelligence community.
Omertà, the mafioso rule of silence, is out of date, and is appropriate only for low-level thugs and buffoons; it’s for mafia, cartels, corrupt law enforcement. Instead of simple omertà, the CIA, FBI, DoJ and DoS have something much more advanced, much more practical, devious, all absolving; it’s called the “interdepartmental rule,” the mother of all omertà.
This applies to Matt Schrier and is what is stopping the great Catherine Herridge in her tracks. If a “program” like Matt is “interdepartmental” – meaning that it involves various departments, CIA, FBI, the Pentagon with the Department of Defense, and so on, the Department of State (Main State) blocks all attempts by whoever even among those groups to know anything more about that program. If you already know and you are tasked, you already know what you need to know. No one else knows anything or can know anything. Only the Secretary of State or the Director of the CIA can “unmask” either persons or facts about that “program”, something that, if it’s interdepartmental, just isn’t going to happen. The reason is that one crowd can be doing something which simply absolutely cannot be known, cannot be betrayed, not even to another trusted part of what department, as this might well directly put the national security of these USA in dire straits. If another part of a department knows something because they are also tasked with something, this is independent of other parts of other departments, who can even be purposely tasked against each other, unwittingly of course. This lack of communication also hurts us terribly, of course, but it is deemed much more expedient than a sharing of information among our own intelligence operators. To repeat because it is so unexpected: “interdepartmental” doesn’t mean more sharing of information; it means that there must commonly be less sharing as no one should know what is known, it being just that sensitive, um, you know, for the sake also of covering one’s back end. After all, who wants to be known as the one who purposely put Matt at risk as a sacrificial lamb? It’s just un-American.
When I saw this story I sighed. It is all too familiar to me. As long time readers know, I have long been told – dismissed is a better word – by Main State because my own case of stolen identity – this time by someone protected by, working for our alphabet crowd – is a case which is “interdepartmental” and therefore all records of it have been destroyed with a summary remaining only with the Secretary of State and the Director of the CIA, something which even an Undersecretary Ambassador of Main State, I am told, would not have the authority to even inquire about. That’s just two down from the POTUS. Dangers to national security for that which is “interdepartmental” are just that great.
As with Matt Schrier I was told by Main State that it is not the person who stole my identity that would be tracked, but rather me, since it is my identity that is being used. Main State and the FBI then offered me a false identity, which, at the time, because of just being ordained a priest, I turned down. Note that they wanted to protect the guy who stole my identity and make me, a citizen in good standing, disappear with no life. Ironically, a new identity is exactly what Matt wanted but couldn’t get. What I’m afraid of is that in the rare occurrences in which sacrificial lambs of our alphabet crowd find out that they are being used at great risk to themselves they are ignored, not helped, left in dire straits (as is the case with Matt Schrier, who has suffered so terribly), because of something which I myself did way back in the day. I rejected the new identity.
Based on what went on in our consulate in Rome when I went to renew my passport decades ago, when I was instead given a false passport without me asking for it, a “solution” put forward by Main State and the FBI, and based on their terrible disappointment when I turned it down, a disappointment that they continued to express to me for some months, basically telling me how stupid I was in not accepting their offer, and based on their locking me out after rejecting their solution, I’m guessing that a new policy was then created to never again give a false identity to one of their sacrificial lambs but rather just ignore them, no matter what, blaming the “interdepartmental rule.”
Now, it’s not that the alphabet crowd has lost sight either of me or Matt. It’s that they are so at ease in sacrificing others for their own gain. Matt was held hostage. He escaped not only because he escaped his terrorist captors, but somehow evaded our intelligence services during his escape. I’m quite sure we ourselves would have captured him and delivered him right back into the hands of the terrorist crowd if we could remain unknown to all. As my own identity stealer said to me when I expressed concern that I could end up being a captive because of what he was doing in my name, my going to prison because of what he did was just part of the job, all just part of it, you just do it and you get over it because that’s just the way it is. You know, it’s all for the common good. But he signed up for that life, not me. That’s not a problem, not for him, not for Main State.
There is no common good possible when God-given rights of individuals are ignored.
This is not just a Catholic or Jewish thing about rights (me being a Jew and a Catholic priest and Matt being a Jew). No, no. This isn’t about pressure group entitlement. This is about natural law, common to all peoples of all times and cultures and nations. Oh, and that’s why it’s a Catholic and Jewish thing, and why it’s a thing for our Constitution. This is who we are. Those who have thrown this away, hiding behind – oooooh – the “interdepartmental rule” for the sake, they say, of the common good, are to have their superiors investigated for betraying these USA because of betraying individuals. It’s not just Matt. Or me. There are untold numbers of individuals. Enough is enough.
Remember my “Shadow”? He’s the guy who stole my identity decades ago to get a clean identity to travel under so as to do arms transfers to straw purchasers for upstart cartels, specifically that of Sinaloa. He was a program runner for DoS shenanigans, inextricably entrenched under my name. He wants to send monthly “payments” to me. For what? Paying me for the use of my identity to commit crimes? Thirty pieces of silver for all those murdered with the AK-47s and mountains of ammo he transferred to the worst murderers South of the border? [By the way, these interdepartmental State Department programs are never about just guns, but rather about disrupting governments and economies. Giving weapons to the most adept murderers really helps.] For years, my “Shadow” wanted me to purchase vehicles for him, put my name on his properties, get a property for him in my parish right now. I’ve never done any of those things and none of these “payments” are for any of that. He says that the amount will be at least as much as 8% of his adjusted gross income. If your bleeding heart bleeds for this never repented guy and you are making excuses for him and you think he’s ever so sweet and nice and that I’m just an ol’ meanie who needs to give it all a break, take a breath. Having done that…
If you know what the rules are for Federal Income tax right now in these USA, just stare at that 8% for a moment and figure out what he’s doing, I mean, you know, considering that I’m a pastor of a 501c3 church. Money laundering. Get it? It falls under the RICO act (racketeer influenced corrupt organizations act). I mean, did I extort him for “payments” as a way to get back at him in some way? Anyway, I expect all that from him. So when I see rubbish like this, what I do is not stare at him, stunned by his behavior; instead, I look with disgust at Main State. They know this is going on, laughing. It’s their program. Great headline though: Pope Francis’ Jewish-Catholic-Priest Missionary of Mercy imprisoned for racketeering. The State Department owes it to me to get me out of this.
They know the bit of blue I want. They all have it.
It would solve really a lot of things.
Like Stzrok and McCabe and Comey and the whole sorry lot of the them in upper hierarchy of the FBI, Main State bad actors are plenteous. They made a mistake on 28 and 30 June 2017. There are recordings. I won’t give up. My going to prison, framed, won’t stop me. To the FBI and Main State: go ahead and ask Secretary Mike Pompeo and Director Gina Haspel when they get confirmed for a summary of my case and that of my “Shadow.” Can’t do it, can you? It would devolve back on you, wouldn’t it? A little too much Fast and Furious? Pope Francis is right about the sin of corruption. Hey! I’m all about forgiveness, but as John the Baptist says: Bear the fruits of repentance.
The first time the FBI laughed with glee, in my face, was when they found out that I knew about their program of gunrunning using my identity (yes, you read that right), immediately supplying me with a false passport without me asking for it, protecting their gray-man who was using my name and wanting me, the squeaky clean U.S. Citizen in good standing, to disappear from the face of the earth, giving up being a priest, giving up being in contact with siblings and friends. Leaving all projects of a lifetime behind. I’ll say it’s their program since they cooperated with the State Department with the passport thing and they seemed to know everything there is to know about the program.
Every time since then that I had a “See something say something” event going on, they did the creepy thing:
“If you see something, say something.”
“No no no!” “See something, say something” thing is a total lie. No one cares.
Like the Florida school shooting.
In fact, you become a target for knowing too much. So what if people die?
It puts most people off. But a few, perhaps very few, get somewhat entrenched and insist on saying something about what they saw. Do that and you end up like the naive investigator guy in Lord of War, disillusioned:
That five minute scene sums up the last 40 some years of my life. Truly. You would think that after 40 years I would be delivered from this. But no. As Main State told me in 1992 and as the FBI told me in 1996, the program is perpetual. No way out. Not alive anyway. As THE black-site guy told me once, “No one gets out of life alive anyway.”
What pushes me is that people are dying in my name. And it continues. And it was all just ramped up hugely just the other day. I don’t know what to do about this.
I would tell the FBI about it and I will if asked, but, like, it’s their program. So…
After editing Father Gordon’s post for tomorrow’s These Stone Walls entry, I busied myself, on this day-off, with writing an article analyzing some FBI analysis. After just finishing, what was written disappeared from the computer and WordPress. Glitches!
The gist of it was that people are more complex than merely reacting to the frustration of being smacked down in life, which was the height of psychological analysis that one agent in charge had to bring to a case. The previous day I had been listening to a YouTube documentary on an FBI case while busied with some other things in the kitchen. The agent comment on crime as mere reaction caught my attention as being one of the more stupid things I’ve heard for a long time, especially since this was about a string of similar crimes committed over years by the same individual.
- Sometimes perps have an ideology to follow, such as with Islamicist terrorists, who are often otherwise well educated, often professors, successful in their careers, have wonderful families and are totally sociable. It’s about violent power. That will be analyzed in some upcoming chapters in Jackass for the Hour.
- Sometimes perps have a thing about control, calculation even, as power. See: Stephen Paddock’s motivation and our motivation in not finding his motivation
- If vengeance was possibly a motivation starting someone in a certain direction, that can morph quite differently into violence as liberation. Was ROTC a paradigm ripped from moral context for Nikolas Cruz and turned upside down? We need an identity in our lives greater than patriotism do we not?
- Sometimes it’s what’s existential that is taken as power, such as with the KKK, such as with William Aitcheson, or what was that guy’s name, Dylann Roof?
- Sometimes perps are simply replaying things that have happened to them and are figuring out their own problems by setting up situations. That was case of that documentary, but that’s hardly a simple lashing out. It may be a “reaction” generally speaking, but it has morphed into a power trip where the power has become an answer that has changed the question.
So, a common theme here is power, a power ultimately fulfilled in self, the power of the individual, but therefore an individuality without identity, power that therefore becomes the identity, power without reason.
This is that to which we all tend if we do not have an identity of being creatures loved by their Creator.
This identity in love is what is absent from Islam, which cannot believe in God as One who loves us so much as to stand in our place to have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us. Jesus took on punishment, death, we deserved for sin. Islam rejects this as that which is impossible for God. God cannot love us so very much they scream, even as they explode into a million bits while killing untold numbers of others. This is not true religion. Islam is not a religion of peace. Islam is not a religion.
This identity in love is what the other perps described above also lack.
This identity in love is what is lacking from the analysis of law enforcement.
But the FBI should remember this: It is not separation of Church and State that the Constitution puts forth as law. No, no. And it is not that the State is to fear the free exercise of religion even, say, when doing one’s job for the State. No, no. That first amendment is about the State not interfering with the free exercise of religion.
The dog among the pandas is immediately, unmistakably recognizable. Right?
There are those who live in the day to day world, a surreal world unknown to be such by those who dwell there but known to be that way by those of the other world.
Then there are those who live in what they call the real world though they know that their other world is more surreal than the supposed real world of the day to day world.
We have a lot of day to day people in the parish. I like that. They do what they need to do to get through life and be on their way to heaven, come hell or high water, with all the sickness and death and drama and joys and sorrows that we all know. Good.
Because the parish is so very tiny, anyone from the other world stands out. All such individuals try to hide, but to no avail. If they were just newbies or those passing through from some other day to day world, they wouldn’t stand out. We would just notice some new faces and invite them to the social after Mass as always. No biggie.
But those who are, instead, from the other world stand out because they try to hide. They know they are different. They would like nothing more than just to be another soul in the day to day world, longing for this. They try too hard. Who are they you ask?
The parish is at the end of the world. There are lots of ends of the world in the world. They are all crazy places, like the end of Cape Cod, or Key West, or San Francisco. But here we have an out of the way place which isn’t crazy. Just day to day. And that’s what attracts those from the other world who are trying to hide without all the craziness. If only they didn’t try so very hard they would be alright.
- There are high-value witness protection beneficiaries with escort.
- There are those retiring out from specialized intelligence operations with escort.
- There are those from the Department of Justice and other such agencies and companies just taking the scenic route between northeast VA and D.C. and, say, Atlanta.
You can always but always pick them out. It’s like seeing a liberal Catholic nun out of her religious habit. They never know how to dress. They always look odd.
- The women come in wigs and big sunglasses, always with an escort who is obviously tied to them but is obviously not family, sitting elsewhere but nearby, always within line of sight, always in a pew directly across an isle. The women look totally spooked, totally shattered, totally in a different universe. One woman said to me: “They know that I have the right to practice my religion, to go to Mass.”
- I’ve only once come across a man who had a handler, who, as always, was obviously tied to the guy but was obviously not family, sitting elsewhere but nearby, within line of sight in a pew directly across an isle. The two came in and exited thirty seconds apart. After Mass the one guy started talking with me about what was happening with him, on his way from a stint as an expert of assistance in GTMO. He was totally shattered. Totally devastated. He soooo just wanted to be in the day to day world once again. Then his CIA handler came out and heard what he was saying to me. What ensued was not a good scene, not a good scene at all.
- Then there are the others just on their way to somewhere else, but still trying way too hard not to be noticed. It is almost comical with them. It’s like a uniform: jeans, but pressed, with creases, a button down shirt and a sport coat to hide the “carry,” a five day beard. Just too perfect in their slumming. No one does that. But them.
The first time I noticed anything like this was 25 years ago in a tiny parish church belonging to the Archdiocese of New York, but way up in northernmost reaches of the Archdiocese. Four men I’ve never seen previously came in together, all about forty years old, all sharply dressed with their sport jackets in the summer. There were only like eight others for the daily Mass so they could have sat anywhere together. But no. They chose a pew toward the back, as always, and spread out right across the the church. They were typical FBI, as described above (always the same, like Mormon missionaries!), but, as I was soon to find out, they were pretending to belong to the Moonies cult that had their largest institution in North America just down the road from the rectory (an old Christian Brothers School). They came to Mass a few times always in the same fashion, and then one day introduced themselves to me, inviting me to go to Russia as their special envoy, working with Moscow, but right across Russia, to adjust their policies on the exercise of religion. I told them how much I had tried to bring an end to the Moonies in that little town, but they tried hard not to let that phase them. They said that this was different. They wouldn’t take no for an answer. This went on for months, once every couple of weeks or so. Finally they gave up. But forever after that, I noticed special visitors trying not to be noticed, at least until they might introduce themselves with their otherworldly stories.
Some don’t introduce themselves, of course. They especially look to be trying way, way, way too hard not to be noticed. There was one lady recently for whom my heart broke. She had the usual wig and over-sized but not too dark sunglasses. She had an ever so typical handler. But it was the look on her face. Oh my. It’s like a Nazgûl Ringwraith sucked her soul right out of her. I prayed for her. People go through an unbelievable amount of hell in this world and they are really from this world and so desperately want to be in a day to day world but feel stuck in another world, unrelatable to the day to day world, not knowing which one is surreal, in a maelstrom of confusion. Sometimes it’s just all too much.
You would think that it’s so bad that in that other world we could crucify the Son of the Living God.
But we’ve done that in our own day to day world. Get it?
We disguise ourselves even to ourselves to pretend we are of the day to day world when instead we are from that other world. Yep.
When will we stop running?
An old school, super excellent, honorable guy, a John Edger Hoover redivivus (in the good aspects anyway), disillusioned as he is with the shenanigans that have been going on from mid-level on up for quite some time at the bureau, gave me my marching orders. What a patriot he is. He waxed poetic, reminiscing about the old days. We have a common understanding about doing what is right for the common good, no matter the cost. Do it! So, he mentioned how to go about this, given the extraordinary difficulties and those who don’t want this to happen at any cost. His “how to” surprised me greatly. I had been warned to go ahead and do anything but that, anything else, including going to my friend in the Institute for Intelligence and Special Operations. But, no, I couldn’t do that. I would end up in the middle of some mountain in Colorado if I did that. But this guy insisted that his way, so surprising to me, was the only way.
- I asked, “You mean I should talk to that guy?” I protested: “I don’t know him personally, as a friend.”
- “Pffft!” he said. “No, NOT him. No. Go and see […].” He repeated this twice, really strongly: “NOT him. You are to go and see […].”
My reaction to that, only thought but not said – and I confess this – was “Oh s#!+”. Sorry, but I am a sinner. At any rate, O.K. I’ll see what I can do. This may take some time to arrange.
- Back in the day, regional centers of the FBI vetted and chose and assigned their own personnel. This has changed. Now everything is done from on high. This means that if you have a guy who is corrupt dealing with human resources, he might well be able to maneuver his own style of agent into various positions throughout the Bureau. Since this plays the long game, although it’s not very glamorous, it is arguably one of the most influential positions in the entire agency.
- Peter Stzrok, accused of stacking the deck politically regarding personnel in significant recent investigations, was “demoted” from Chief of Counterespionage and Deputy Assistant Director of Counterintelligence down to human resources, but that’s not really a demotion is it? No. In the long game, it’s much more influential.
- Upon a terrorist mass-killing “chatter” (that’s enough), you have your FISA attorney request an emergency warrant from your judge friend at the FISA court, filling in the forms on your iPad while walking into the courtroom, interrupting another less urgent hearing, pressing the print button for the printer just there, inside the door, and handing the paper to the judge. < 90 secs.
- Review and approval time for the judge: < 30 secs.
- With deals already from social media platforms, you get his I.P. address: < 90 secs.
- Take the IPv4 / IPv6 address and copy it into your locator app! Hey! < 15 secs.
- Call local law enforcement and have the guy cuffed and stuffed: more or less 1 min, 13.5 secs (adrenaline!) = 4 mins 58.5 secs = < 5 mins.
Conjecture, you say? Think again.
- I’ve dealt with some pretty evil people in my life, so, I’ve been interested to see just how long this would all take in case the necessary had to be done by our finest.
- I just happen to know law enforcement who are at the top of their game in hunting down people, those who are so good at what they do that they are consultors for everyone else internationally on ways and means and policies. They get the big bucks for their expertise.
- If you know the IPv4 / IPv6 it takes really no time at all to get a physical dwelling for a cable connection or to triangulate them if it’s wifi.
- Add 1.5 seconds for those who pay the bucks to hide their IP address = total 5 minutes.
“No! You gotta ID him, get pictures, blah blah blah,” you say? No, you don’t. You get the guy while he is online. (He’s constantly online). The guy who’s messing on those social media platforms at that physical address or on that triangulated device gets thrown to the floor or pavement or PIT maneuvered. Easy peasy.
So, why let 17 people die?
- There is a benign reason. There is a lot of terrorist “chatter”. There really is. You have to triage issues as you only have so many resources to employ. That’s true. It’s just the way it is. Unwitting mistakes can be made and are made.
- Malice is possible. There are plenty of political motivations. No, really. People just absolutely don’t care. I myself have heard this from people at the very top of things, even recently:
“Just let them die. Let them all die. Who cares? If that’s what it takes to make political change, let it happen. Let them all go to hell.”
Yep. I heard it. I’m NOT saying this happened in this instance, just that it can happen.
For the naive: This is the normal modus agendi for militaries and governments around the world. Don’t think our intelligence services are above that.
Look, I’m a HUGE supporter of Law Enforcement also on specialized levels. They’ve helped me throughout my life. They know that. They know I’m right about this too. They see it all the time.
- Things are never as they seem.
- People don’t want to see things as they really are.
And those are two things that can be taken up and manipulated at will.
Look, again, with no real computers and with almost non-existent wifi and with no law enforcement resources I myself could find this guy. It might take me twice as long, like ten whole minutes. There’s face recognition. Google image search.
I mean, as I think of this, they could have put in a data base the guns he had (wildly various) and see who has that combination of guns, legally. That would narrow it down to like, one person, right?
What does that mean?
- The FBI could have found him really very quickly.
- The FBI is blatantly lying right NOW in saying that they couldn’t find him.
What does that mean?
Just to say: the cover-up is always worse than the crime.