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I have an active passport which I’ll be using to go back to Rome, God willing, at Pope Francis’ request, one of those Missionary of Mercy things. I used it recently to get my ticket, and that was successful. Amazing. After all, it’s a fake passport. I mean real. I mean, you know, suspect, I mean, of interest, but not really, it being that it’s all “legit”, the background of it remaining a bit mysterious, that is, depending on who’s looking at it from whatever perspective and peculiar motivation.

I mean, it was really cool going through the TSA at ATL Atlanta [Hartsfield-Jackson] International Airport the last time I headed over to Rome for the first Missionary of Mercy get-together the other year. The agents at the Full-Body-Scanner simply stepped back, like, thirty feet, in that makeshift and out-of-the-way station. After the fellow in front of me, a pilot I think, went through, there was no one else in line but me, as I was pretty early for the flight. Surprised at their stepping so far back, I said: “But I have to warn you beforehand that I have quite a few pounds worth of surgical metal in my left leg.” “Yeah, whatever; it doesn’t matter, you can go ahead; just go,” they protested, continuing to step back a bit more, as if my very presence attracted trouble that they didn’t want to have, even though I myself was not trouble in any way. I mean, way back in the day, it’s true, I was supposed to be at a certain airport security station at the exact time that 19 people were slaughtered right at that exact spot, but last second logistics just didn’t permit it. But that was a long time ago and no one would really know that or other related incidents, well, unless they were told beforehand, I guess, about that and a zillion other similar “incidents” from the late 1970’s until today. At any rate, I’ve always gotten special treatment, not that I’m special. But…

The thing is, it seems that the IG at Tysons (where we have our massive counterterrorism center) is a bit more clued into who I am and more importantly, who I absolutely am not, as opposed to my “Shadow”, that is, than is the IG at Main State across the Potomac. Or better, the IG at Tysons’ Liberty Crossing Campus is a bit less skittish of consequences either way than is the IG over at Main State. Or is all that in reverse, or am I and my “Shadow” the same person, or is it all a smokescreen with nothing ever being as it seems? Or…

I’m just having some fun, the purpose of which is to show my impatience with Main State, which permitted all this in the first place. But in the last number of months things of have gotten a lot more complicated. I’m a bit worried my “Shadow” is being framed and that I’m being used to that end. That’s when people start to get hurt. The IG at Tysons agrees. I don’t like people getting hurt, and I especially don’t like it when I’m involved to that end. I hope the IG at Main State solves the problem, say, by Monday: (xxx) xxx-xxxx!