It’s been 6324 days from September 11, 2001 until today. 17 years, 3 months, 24 days. On any old day, it’s like it happened today. No day is any old day. I’m as determined as ever. Are you?
It’s been 6324 days from September 11, 2001 until today. 17 years, 3 months, 24 days. On any old day, it’s like it happened today. No day is any old day. I’m as determined as ever. Are you?
Enter yet another self-proclaimed CIA guy in my life (it seems like a daily affair). He’s urging me to spill my guts on a certain national security issue to – of all people – a certain MI6 guy, whose name is […] [Ooops! That would be an unmasking.] I looked up the MI6 guy some weeks ago by way of his public cover. An unmistakable face you can’t ever forget. It instantly burns itself into one’s front-burner memory.
Just now, YouTube, of course, put in front of me a boring panel discussion of a top-rated Federally funded think-tank physically housed for decades next to the White House. What I found interesting was not the topic, but rather the face of one of the presenters.
For all intents, purposes and plastic surgery reconstructions, the MI6 guy is coincidentally just like the think-tank guy on all levels: same age, same ultra-weird interests, same political persuasion, same moral outlook, same geographic assignments in the world (in this case impossibly difficult), same hair problems, same hair reconstruction fixes, same exact facial features, same plastic surgery failed fixes right through the years and all at the same time [impossible to hide], same neck features[!], same ears, etc., etc., etc., even the same physical gesturing when speaking (just toned down slightly but really hard to hide the subtleties as this belongs to entrenched neuro-behaviors), same type of prolific publishing on the exact same topics, same ol’ same ol’ in the finest detail, with both of them publicly supporting each other’s works and interests (an interesting self-promotion). Goodness gracious! Such coincidences! Oh, there is one difference: one has a contrived accent, the other doesn’t. Regardless of the truth of any lifestyle, any lifestyle accents are really easy (as there is no standard outside of all of them being contrived), and are therefore excellent covers of one’s real accent since, in this politically correct society, no one would question why someone would sound like, you know, like that. Anyway, all “three” of these people would know each other and freely admit that they do.
When I objected to spying on the U.S. through a friendly nation, the original CIA guy didn’t know what to do except to say that he thought it was all legal since I’m just asking a certain question out of interest as a private citizen with answers for all I know based on, you know, kind-of-perhaps-maybe public knowledge. Sorry. You won’t see me going overseas or to D.C. to speak to any such person.
“Cruelty of El Chapo’s Sinaloa cartel knows no bounds: Beheadings by chainsaw, body parts strewn in the streets” — by Hollie McKay (Fox News)
If you peruse that story you’ll find out that some of it takes place not far from me. In fact, I drove by one of those places just the other day. My identity has criteria having multiple hits regarding that which would bring the ire of the Sinaloa Cartel down upon one’s head, or headless shoulders as the case may be. The Sinaloa Cartel may be directly responsible for as many as 226,000 demonically brutal murders over the years, that is, since the guy who stole my identity (my “Shadow”) kick started el Chapo’s violence by providing guns firstly to straw purchasers and then directly.
The “Shadow” guy gets really upset while he rationalizes how this is all just fine and dandy. Meanwhile, you’ll recall that Main State and the chief investigator for the FBI of the East Africa embassy bombings back in the day provided me with an alternative identity to make me, a citizen in good standing, disappear even while the “Shadow” guy entrenched all the more under my name.
But now it’s heating up and it’s getting a little too close to home. I’d like to visit Main State once again and discuss some options for the perpetual interdepartmental program they put me on. I don’t trust the algorithms of DARPA COMPASS to help me out in any significant manner outside of tiresome harassment.
It seems that every number of days I have yet another CIA guy come into my life. I should keep a list of those from near, in the parish (like Mr Hudson!), and those far away in so many countries. I give the ones I write about frequently nicknames. Mr Hudson was “The Mechanic,” keeping in order, as he did, the Blackbird, the missiles and Apollo space missions. Another who is the blackest of black ops guys of black sites fame I simply call “The Guy.” There’s also been “The Internet baiter guy.” I myself am called “The Janitor” by a parishioner. A Janitor, mind you, takes out the trash, so to speak, as it were. Not that I’m CIA, and not that I do that, or ever did that, but you get the idea. This time I’ll give this particular guy the nickname: “The Debriefer guy”, hailed by General […] in the Pentagon as one of the best debriefers he’s ever seen in action. As he says rather gruffly of himself: “I ask a lot of questions.”
The Debriefer guy started a bout of conversation with this volley: “Tell me about especially interesting people in your life.” I thought I would bait him right back, with a true story mind you, but one which surely he did not expect. He’s forever declaring himself to be tough on abuse, which statement, unprovoked, always raises a red flag for me. I think of frauds like Barbara Blaine (died 2017) and how she and her ilk were on the take. I’ll assume that The Debriefer is legit. After all, everyone should be tough on abuse, right? Oh, and he also says that he doesn’t know how he can trust any priest, etc., I guess trying to put me on the defensive. Whatever. We do live in dark times. I am very patient.
With that in mind, bad and evil that I am, I told him of an interesting fellow I met back in early January of 1991, who I only had one conversation with. I said it was the story of a 12 year old boy I met on an empty road in northern Palestine, the West Bank, whatever you want to call it. Just me and him, a “12 year old boy, and me, alone.” Oooo! I’m bad and evil, I know. That’s baiting, I know. But, let’s see what happens. This kid will go on to commit suicide. I am so bad and evil.
Let me preface this with some background of my own life. I’m a survivor-victim of what is surely the biggest child porn operation to date (that’s back in the 1960s-1970s). I’ve written pretty extensively about that. I’ve also written pretty extensively about some suiciders who have come to me throughout my life, many of whom were abused, starting when I was a little kid, through my teenage years, as a seminarian, then as a priest. There are those who were dissuaded, those who went on to kill themselves, of various ages, various religions, various cultures, various nationalities, various unrepeatable circumstances. Some were close friends, some very very very close friends, some classmates, some acquaintances or those I had just met the first time. Recently, a good friend from Georgia suffered his son committing suicide. And then, just the other day, the body is just now going cold, another good friend from N.C. suffered his son committing suicide. How to say it: suicide is very much part of my life. I take all suicide and mentions of suicide super seriously. I’m sensitive to it. But I’ll use discussion of it to bait if I think that’s important. Nothing about suicide is fodder for humor or a cause to be flippant. Ever. [I’ve removed tons of stuff here as this is too long already, with the stuff removed describing all sorts of categories of those I’ve had experience with…]
One category I described in a draft of this post are kids, or teenagers, or young adults, you know, who have vests of bombs strapped to them by their own parents and are told how much money the family will get and how nice heaven will be and what an honor it will be to be a “martyr”. Surreal: this is done with freakish joy. This is child abuse, brain-washing, evil, and not issuing from any religion worthy of the name. Some of it is theatrical, as least for a moment, but “The Look” is already there, even with those pretending to be happy:
And then it becomes all too real. And there’s “The Look.” Always. Airport security and checkpoint guys are trained to look for “The Look”. Can you see it? …
Actually, the above kid is scared to death, having been put up to this, not wanting to do it. The rest of the story, if I remember correctly, is that this guy was successfully able to be divested of the bomb-vest he was wearing. Israel is really good at this stuff. But there’s “The Look.” Mind you, “The Look” is anything but “cute.”
The CIA Debriefer guy had been trying to enlist me to spin stuff for the CIA.
Non-stop, all pretty intense:
That’s when he the CIA Debriefer guy asked me about interesting people in my life and when I answered with a baiting story to get a reaction out of him. I told him of the 12 year old boy I had met who had gone on – ten years later – to become one of the worst suicide bombers anywhere, certainly in Israel. I looked up a picture of the suicide bomber of the Dolphinarium, then 22 year old Saeed Hotari and explained that I had a chance meeting with him ten years earlier, when he was already intent on doing the unthinkable. Saeed has got what I call “The Look,” which one has when one is intent on becoming a suicide bomber. “The Look” is from hell, and, as I say, is anything but “cute.” To say “cute” is like having a fetish. I’ve written about Saeed and “The Look” extensively elsewhere and I do think that this incident is important to recount, even in a CIA produced propaganda movie short. See, for instance: Update: My terrorist friend and the terrorist friend of USMC Secretary of Defense James “Mad Dog” Mattis. Apparently, my conversation with Saeed did him some good, delaying him for another ten years until he was again put up to it by Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. And then, with huge pressure from his father and Zarqawi, and pressure having been put on him during all his impressionable years, “The Look” came to fruition. There were 120 wounded, maimed, hurt really badly. And twenty one died, some immediately, some after a few days, mostly newly arrived Russian Jewish girls residing in and around Tel Aviv:
When the CIA Debriefer guy saw the picture of Saeed Hotari, he said: “He’s cute!” with a sing-song voice. Perhaps a deflection for not knowing what to say. But sometimes deflections are inappropriate. Sometimes deflections tell a story. I talked to someone else extremely capable with the psychology of debriefing and as soon as I recounted the “He’s cute!” part his response was to say, “This is exactly the kind of narcissism that needs to stop in America.”
Indeed. I mean… “He’s cute!”… ? I couldn’t believe my ears. So much for seeing “The Look” which is straight out of hell. How can people not see that? How can a CIA Debriefer not see that? “The Look” is NOT “cute.” I guess it helps to be bad and evil like me. I see stuff like “The Look” and understand it for what it is. But really, seriously, so should everyone who does this for a living. But maybe it’s the ol’ counterintel thing, where he’s baiting me baiting him baiting me baiting him… and around and around the vortex swirls.
I then responded to his question about doing movie shorts based on such things with a simple and utterly deadpan response:
Reflection on all this:
Here’s the deal: I could do all this and do it really well with the deadest of dead pan reality checks. But any interest in me is based not on me, but on the fact that I’m on a perpetual interdepartmental program that cannot be unmasked, not because of me, but because of the guy who stole my identity, the one I call my “Shadow.” But with all files destroyed as part of that program, no one can tell us apart for sure. Is it him or me or both of us or none of us anymore? It also doesn’t help that he looks like me and is the same age. It doesn’t help that Main State protects him in his using my identity. He entrenched under my identity so quickly because of exigent circumstances that he can’t now get out of it. Right now he’s playing the idiot, ensuring that no one thinks he’s the one who would have been capable of doing what he did under my name. But the more I protest that I’m just me, the more it’s thought I’m some sort of agent. No. That’s why I say “No.” I would say yes if this other thing was cleared up. But then, if it were, there would be no more interest in me, would there? No. So, for all this, I just have to say “No.” This CIA guy even asked me what my job title was in the CIA, after me denying such connections with the CIA for the zillionth time. Just. No.
But this CIA guy doesn’t take “No!” for an answer. What to do?
P.S. [And postscripts are always the purpose of anything written, right?] The central point in such conversations comes down to what to do about stuff. I repeat the central point of Pope Benedict’s Regensburg Address, that dialogue must use reason, and then add the response of Islamicists throughout the world, that no dialogue with reason is possible on religious grounds. We say that there is an analogy of reason with God and God’s creatures, so that although God’s ways are above our fallen ways, but that nevertheless, what is truly judged to be just and good by God should also be judged to be just and good by ourselves, His creatures. Islamicists, instead, say that this is not the case, that Allah’s reasoning is simply totally different and contradictory to our reasoning with no analogy between the two, so that what is judged to be just and good by Allah is judged to be unjust and evil by us, though we should, in the opinion of Islamicists, do Allah’s bidding anyway, as in putting children to death as “martyrs” for the cause, with bombs strapped to them. Every time I make that central point that is admitted by all on both sides, it is NOT accepted by The Debriefer guy, but just dismissed, blown off, really, as in “Yawn… interesting” – every time – and said with the most bored to death tone of voice ever, even while immediately then moving on in the conversation. Look, if The Company wants to be up front and have me teach counterintel about religious stuff, I would happy to do so. But all this other F***ery has to stop. When will we get serious. Too many people are dead. Oh. That’s right. That’s the point. More suicide. Which brings me back to the GTMO guys giving me an assignment concerning murder portrayed as suicide. Oh, and didn’t we have an Islamicist a while back as Director of the CIA? Oh, I see.
The following is just a starter list that I throw out off the cuff. I’m sure I can add to the list, but this will give you an idea.
I was a bit of a dullard back in the day, the mid-1980s. I was a deacon on my way to Nicaragua to deliver medicines to the Catholic clinics and Mass stipends to be distributed to priests by a religious community of nuns. On the way I sat next to a CIA guy working a cover as a communications guy for State at the local embassy in Managua (he was delivering massive cargo bins acting as his “diplomatic pouch”). This arrangement of being companions on the flight took two days for him to arrange, which delayed the trip. C’est la vie. Anyway, after what seemed like ten million questions on the longest portion of the flight leaving from Miami, he gave me his card and said that if I had any problems I was to request to see only him at the embassy. Usually, CIA are to keep their identities quiet, but conditions in Nicaragua were such that they let that rule be loosened up really a lot, kind of unique in the whole world. At one of the stops on the way, I think San Salvador, he watched over his cargo bins outside the plane, but then quick ran into the “airport.” He came out with an expensive bottle of whiskey, which he gave to me, asking me to give that to Cardinal Obando y Bravo of Managua who he knew I already had an appointment to see. Since it wasn’t for me, I thought this was acceptable. Maybe I am mistaken. Anyway, I was then obliged by the CIA Whiskey guy to see number 2 at the Embassy instead of himself within a period of 72 hours from landing. Sometimes, when they work with the naive, like me, they get what they want anyway.
Years later, over in Italy, the top brass of the anti-mafiosi of the Guardia di Finanza, insisted, strongly, repeatedly, with follow-ups, that I allow myself to be shuttled by police round about Italy, wherever I needed to go. All I had to do was to call the local police station and they would come with a car. Quite the bribe as I was at the time about 100 kms from Rome and local transport was often cancelled, meaning I would have to walk miles up a mountain. However, to his consternation, frustration, anger, I never took advantage of this offer. He was wanting me to spy on the Cardinals up in the apartments on top of San Callisto, which I’ve often called the Vatican’s Pentegon. I was, in fact, up there quite a bit. But the spying? Nope. Ain’t gonna happen. The pressure was put on for quite a number of years, sometimes benevolent pressure, sometimes malicious. Anything malicious I would follow up on right away until the cowardly backed down. That’s always the case.
This was going on about the same time the Italian Ministry of Defense wanted me to spy on some Mafiosi for them in southern Italy. The bribe was their offering me an assignment in a nice parish to be arranged by the liaison between the Ministry of Defense and the Holy See. The bribe came with the price of betraying penitents who came to sacramental Confession. Nope. Ain’t gonna happen. Meanwhile, stories of what happened to priests who didn’t cooperate were coming my way. Interesting, but not having effect.
So many stories flood into memory as I write this, but in an effort not to make this too long, let me just add some mentions of things from right around the world. There are those, particularly in the CIA, who are convinced that I am some sort of agent of said agency. You would think they would have noticed that I’m a priest. Anyway, the items or most extraordinary assignments I’ve been offered from which I could provide, um, information, are myriad. Since it’s not thought that I’m actually a priest (that being some sort of tricky cover, I guess), the bribes have sometimes been more, let’s say, secular in nature. For instance, I recall being shown NON-pornographic pictures of women which pictures nevertheless certainly objectified women also as sex objects. That may entice some 007 guy to go along with whatever so as “get some”, but I’m married to the Church with the wedding vows at the consecrations at Holy Mass. And anyway, also someone who is not a priest should not be interested in objectifying women or in taking advantage of pre-objectified women.
I call to mind a certain bribe that was given by the chief priests and received by the Apostle Judas Iscariot, thirty pieces of silver, the price at which they valued the Son of the Living God.
I note that this is one of those obvious copyright violations that YouTube has not taken down. There are reasons for this. This version has Arabic subtitles throughout. And while this might be seen as a “microaggression” by the powers that be, some sort of accusation against Islam, this presentation is clearly meant as an encouragement to peace. I rarely watch movies and have only seen a few minutes of this. If you’ve seen it, can you give us a review or comment one way or the other?
There’s a depiction of a woman getting interrogated until the interrogator realizes that any appeal to mercy or truth or goodness or kindness will never have any effect on someone who madly actually believes in sadistic bloodthirsty “Allah”.
[*] At the increasingly gleefully violent United Nations, Marc Lamont Hill made an appeal for the annihilating Israel from the face of the earth, and then made I guess what he thinks is a direct analogy with the violence following the Michael Brown fake news “Hands up! Don’t shoot!” story and what we are then supposed to believe (right?) about what must then be the Palestinian fake news struggle. The logic is that, even if it’s fake news, we are to run with the fake news for the sake of violence. This downplays actual conditions of innocent Palestinians suffering because of the terrorist thugs among them. That suffering is not fake news. Hamas and the rest are horrific. And, of course, Marc Lamont Hill also mocks Martin Luther King Jr. What do you expect?
CNN says that they fired Hill. Really? Was this all planned? Did they give him a bully pulpit and then make him a martyr to launch him forward in death mongering? Will they just do it again? This is what the radio station did in Rwanda in setting up a genocide in that country. Take a look at the documentary bits of Hotel Rwanda. The talking heads of the radio were convicted of crimes against humanity for their inflammatory words. Marc Lamont Hill should be put on trial for his words.
* This video montage was published more than a year after the Michael Brown incident.
Knowing nothing much about rifles I was guessing someone’s just been shooting in my direction with some version of the ever popular Armalite 15 over the last few years on the day-off. Not hitting me. So, what do I care? But what do I know about rifles? Zilch.
I was describing my experience to a law enforcement guy who shoots all the time with all sorts of weapons just yesterday and he scoffed at my mention of an AR 15. He said that what was happening could not be done with an AR 15, but is much more likely something shooting out a .30-06 M2AP or 7.62 x 51 M80 Ball. That would make sense. After an inordinately loud bang, the bullets would come smashing through a good half dozen branches before slowing down a bit, meanwhile having the tell tale “Whizzzzoooooosh!” sound round about again and again. It’s a sound next to your head that you don’t easily forget. The 7.62 is a good guess as the magazine holds some 40 rounds. But the shots were spaced out enough that individually chambering the .30-06 rounds would certainly have been possible. My dad had a .30-06 which I shot a few times as a kid. Anyway, I’ve never been hit, so, whatever.
Pretty much everyone around WNC goes hunting with that which will take down their prey, whether that be a big buck, or an elk, or a huge wild boar or a bear, namely, a .30-06. To protect against that would require Level IV Armor, which weighs a ton, and it the little plate doesn’t stop you from getting hit elsewhere. So, I don’t get too excited about this kind of thing. If someone really wants to take you out, they can.
As I say, one time when I was particularly vulnerable, out in the open, and pretty far from my car (no big help there either) and couldn’t have escaped with the bullets whizzing about, I simply sat down and, in the otherwise dead quiet of the forest, between shots, I played Handel’s Messiah on the tiny speakers of my phone. I couldn’t see him on the close-by forest ridge just opposite me (say 200 yards), but he could see me. He had a rifle. I had a mere Glock. That ploy of mine, playing Handel’s Messiah, actually audible in the dead of the forest on that day, was a ploy of feigned insanity I learned in freshman year of high school in a special critical incident class for “special” students. That ploy shut the guy down better than any other reaction possibly could have. Great psychology, that. It worked. Some smart business owners play classical music, successfully moving the riffraff right along and away. It’s like an exorcism.
Anyway, that conversation with the law enforcement guy mentioned above started because this past Tuesday this was shooting thing was repeated now for the umpteenth time. But I wasn’t there for it. I was only shooting very briefly, just once through the pre-2001 Federal Air Marshal tactical pistol course (a mere 30 rounds and my best DQ ever) and some 2+1 drills (again, best ever so that was that). And then I was gone for a half dozen errands down the mountain in super quiet Sassy the Subaru. Zip zip zip.
But maybe whoever it is just thought I was reloading magazines. He didn’t see me, as I wasn’t there by the time he got there. But he probably figured I would hear what he was up to. I’m told that this time the rounds were much bigger than a .50 BMG, common in the area. Much bigger. The guess of the one neighbor (he achieved “Expert” with one shot in the USArmy) was that this might be some sort of small rocket. From his lengthy descriptions I’m guessing the guy was practicing with 81mm mortar training rounds. I don’t know how legal or not those are. People can buy tanks without firing mechanisms, so… I don’t know.
One of these days I’m guessing this guy will put out a round which ricochets and hits me. Whatever. The thought of “could happen” isn’t a thought that phases me in the least. Terrorism doesn’t terrorize me.
I had to put this up yet again as there’s suddenly quite the interest in and around Columbus, Ohio (coming from a certain IP address of a certain manufacturer that is one of the largest employers in the region) in only one post on this blog which I wrote about a certain individual who was present at the violence in Charlottesville not that long ago. The repeated visits to that one post only are frequent. The post included the statement of B’nai B’rith International. I have no idea whether such visitor is the would-be-killer himself, or a horrified fellow Jew, or some “white nationalist” as they are called. I did give a disclaimer in that post that I am both Jewish and a Catholic priest. Anyway…
What I do know is that the audio of youtube video on that other post has been altered to such a degree that it cannot be understood. Perhaps the interested person is the one who altered that audio. I don’t know. That would be quite the computer hack. But I’m sure the computers at that massive company are some of the best computers in the world. Of course, it could be done by the social engineers at Google / YouTube, right? You know, just to provoke something. Maybe. I wouldn’t put it past them.
At any rate, there is another video, this time from The Washington Post, which contains the would-be-killer’s statement in understandable audio about being there “for killing Jews.” That other, much longer video, is at the top of this post. The would-be-killer can be heard saying his thing between the 1.00 minute mark and 1.12. If this video is removed or the audio altered, I think I’ll give a call to some FBI friends and have the computers of that massive company investigated to see who was on those computers (just a few IP addresses). We shall see.
Here’s that statement from B’nai B’rith International once again:
We vehemently condemn the white supremacist and neo-Nazi-backed sentiments and subsequent violence in Charlottesville, Va. The disgraceful rally these groups convened was for the express purpose of gathering hate-mongers and extremists to intimidate people all people and undermine the very principles of our democracy. Racist and anti-Semitic epithets were on vulgar display by these groups.
This abominable gathering serves as an important reminder that we must unite to stand against hatred and extremism. President Trump’s comments in the wake of the violence created a false equivalence between the peaceful rally protesters and the hate-mongers who incited violence. There are not “many sides” to the type of hate displayed at this rally.
From each individual through neighborhoods, communities, towns, cities, states and the nation as a whole, all Americans of good conscience must reject divisiveness and strive to embrace tolerance and unity.
People forget the reality. These are just a few pictures of victims in recent church shootings all around these USA, East and West and South. Lest we forget that we’re dealing with real people who didn’t have to die in such numbers.
My 82nd Airborne neighbor was speaking to me about going out shooting with yet another of our CIA friends now contracting for Main State, um, right locally, with the local part not being so weird since there are untold numbers of special people on both sides who come here. Some of the pilot-terrorists of September 11, 2001 infamy trained here and so many from our intelligence agencies and bureaus and branches of the military come here. We’re out of the way, but it’s not. It is what it is. Before going out to a private range with them, he said I should hone some skills with with the drill of two to the body and one to the head, he demonstrating how quick this should be: BaDa-BAM! Just that quick. And on target. And from the holster. Intriguing, thought I, not having practiced anything like this in a long time. I had to look up how it should be done.
Typical “A” boxes are used, so I print these out on a 11″ x 8.5″ sheets of paper, which are then taped to a piece of cardboard, and held up seven yards out by “pigtail” wires (see above) which one can get at Lowes (see below). The vertical box represents the most stop-the-threat-ish part of the “body” (probably exaggeratedly a bit wide as it should be only about 3″ wide) while the little horizontal box at the top represents the size of the most vulnerable part of the “head” (the whole right-between-the-eyes thing: about 2″ x 4″). The SEALs allow themselves less than or equal to 2 seconds to get off all shots with accuracy, at least that’s what a SEAL guy said. Somehow I doubt that length of time as being purposely overlong. You can’t give all your secrets away, right?
My first attempt clocked in at something like 3.5 seconds. After a few magazines, with accuracy, the last two attempts for my first session clocked in at 1.84 seconds and 1.81 seconds hot barrel. I’d like to get that down to 1.5 seconds cold barrel, but to do that, practicing relatively little, I’d probably have to get a speed holster, in which case I might be able to get it down to below one second. I saw one guy to this in 0.96 seconds with a speed holster and from only six feet away, meaning his target wasn’t reality between lower and higher hits. I ain’t goin’ there. You gotta practice with what you use for everyday carry, right? And not at just six feet, but at the normal statistical average for dealing with such aggression, which is 21 feet out, which is just about what would be the case anywhere in our tiny church. Otherwise, it’s all foolish. For me, this is about self defense and for the common good with what is basically 24/7 carry. I would never walk around with anything but a locked holster as it’s virtually impossible for a bad-actor to unlock and is still relatively easy for the carrier to use. After writing all this I did go out again for a few minutes on the day off and got it all down to 1.7 secs. So far.
Full disclosure: “accuracy” for me means I hit the “body” twice and the “head” once each time, but the hits are, since I’m a beginner, wildly spread out haphazardly within the allowed limits. That’s still effective. But for our CIA friend, one would see one bullet hole in the center-center of the “body” with both bullets hitting in the same place, while the one to the “head” would hit the center-center of the “head” box. And he’d still be quicker. Competition is always a hilarious thing to me. But in this case I would be the total student.
No matter what, if I ever had to deal with such a situation as an active shooter killing off my parishioners, men, women and little kids, one after the other, non-stop, and I went ahead and did the 2+1 for real, stopping the threat, stopping the grave wounding and maiming and killing, an unscrupulous prosecutor will undoubtedly put a post such as this before a jury saying that I didn’t want to just stop the threat, but that I had actually intended to kill the terrorist outright, making myself the judge and jury and executioner (if the perp dies), bringing America to the brink of tossing out the judicial system so as to promote vigilantism, thus putting me on death row.
So, let me just say this: I would never ever intend to kill anyone. No. I would, however, surely intend to stop an imminent, active threat: the active shooter. Two to the body for a guy who might well be wearing body armor is going to do nothing. Even if he’s not, and even if my two to the body take his heart right out of his chest, he’ll still have a good four seconds to pump bullets into my parish family, possibly taking out half my little congregation. The shot to the head immediately turns out the lights, so to speak, not necessarily killing him, but shocking the nervous system enough whereby he can’t pull the trigger anymore, that is, from that very instant. That’s stopping the threat with the immediacy called for by the particular circumstances.
We all surely feel sorry for the guy pulling the trigger, knowing that surely he had a difficult upbringing (not everyone with a difficult upbringing is a terrorist), that he surely had been going through rough spots in his life (not everyone going through rough spots is a terrorist), that he’s a coward (indicating all sorts of psychological problems) and that he deserves another chance: Dum spiro spero as the South Carolina motto says on behalf of the hope one can have if one is still breathing. Yes, to all of that. There is no sin we can commit that is greater than the forgiveness Jesus can provide to us if we want it. I would terribly regret if such a terrorist would die with no chance to repent of his actions.
Here’s a post with links to various initiatives of the Department of Homeland Security specifically for churches. I’ve included in that post some other useful comments and graphics.
Rule One: When a shooter appears, everyone in church, if they cannot immediately escape, hits the deck. The shooter will remain standing, but now he’s the obvious target for those tasked with security; he is “acquired” and “isolated” with no one to hide behind. Those tasked with neutralizing the threat will know what to do depending on the policies of the church, either rushing him until he is immobilized (with possibly lots of people needlessly being killed in this scenario) or by – on their own authority in this diocese – using the proper tools to deal with him (with possibly much fewer people being gravely wounded, maimed or killed).
Rule Two: When a shooter appears, everyone in church, if they cannot immediately escape, hits the deck.
I wonder if, as a girl, she met any of those named in the recording above.
The Pittsburgh White Supremacist / Coward (redundant, I know) is like all such bullies, looking for soft targets to smash down. What a coward. And they’re all like that. Compare his style of — Ooooh! “Going in!” — with Delta, or our Rangers, or Green Berets, or Navy Seals, or PJs “going in” risking their lives to save lives. This Pittsburgh coward using the words “Going in” is such a sad joke. What a loser.
I should pay for a more ample spread sheet for stats. I recall that very recently I got a hit on a certain otherwise long forgotten post from I don’t know where, but it was the one linked just below. If it’s our coward, he might have been upset that the subject of that post converted (now a Catholic priest), and so, despite all, the Pittsburgh coward guy was going “to go in,” you know, to be an example, show the way: what a narcissist sociopath.
I consulted with a kind of psychologist-attorney about that and he said that despite any craziness that the coward worked himself into, he very reasonably (relatively speaking) worked out and prepared for his crime and is absolutely competent to stand trial. Anyway, here’s that link:
I think I now know the tactics to use in presenting a case against the idiocy of someone I know to be just such a coward until today. I’ll tell him what a coward he is and ask him about all the times he shot at me in the past number of decades.
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu said it was “hard to underestimate the horror” of the Pittsburgh synagogue shooting, during a cabinet meeting in Jerusalem on Sunday. The Israeli cabinet joined the prime minister in observing a minute of silence in honour of the 11 victims of the attack, which took place on Saturday at the Tree of Life synagogue in the Pennsylvanian city of Pittsburgh in the north-eastern United States. Netanyahu added that, “all of Israel is grieving with the families of those murdered in this horrifying massacre” and said that “Israel stands in one front with the Jewish community in Pittsburgh, with the Jewish communities in the United States, all the communities and with the American people.” Mandatory credit: Israeli GPO
By all accounts, the shooter guy was also a nice guy. This is what nice guys can do:
Back to that nice guy I know; he’s a Shadow-y conspiracy theorist brimming over with hatred for all Jews; he might want to consider some commands from a certain Jew: “Love your neighbor as yourself” on the one hand, and on the other hand, as with a handshake: “Love your enemies.” It’s stupid to lump people together, saying, stupidly, that all people of a certain race or religion belong to a conspiracy of one’s own description just because they belong to a certain race or religion.
High pressure repeated request from [ex-?]CIA guy who’s now […] as cover:
“Father Byers, the FBI investigated you how many times? We want files! Who are you, anyway?”
This has been going on for months. Lots of pressure. I really have to give an answer. I’m forced into it. Interesting question. Baiting. Just to see which investigations I know about, if I know what my ID really is. This is always fun, so let’s set out to have some fun! ;-)
Short answer: Who am I? I’m just a POS. But (now speaking to the [ex-?]CIA guy), you tell me. How many FBI investigations? Lol. A lot! I mean, I don’t know. I guess this FBI investigation thing is getting to be a fad with SCOTUS Justice Brett Kavanaugh having undergone fully seven investigations. Which makes me wonder what I myself wrote in year books when I was a kid… I think it was something like “Most likely to become POTUS” for a friend. Ooooo! A national security issue! For a girl I think I wrote: “Most likely to get accepted to Harvard.” She was a brainiac with math. Anyway, I’m guessing I’ve had more FBI investigations than Justice Kavanaugh. But exactly how many times? Great question. Maybe just one, as in lifelong and continuous. And if I could “view” those “files” that would be great! But whoever heard of the one investigated being in charge of the files about himself in FBI repositories or in those famous “ongoing cases”? I’ve been wanting to see all those all my life. Good luck with that. Share them with me when you have them. I myself want to know what agents knew and when, just how much they let the “small” things go, you know, so as to go after the “big fish”, so that then, when push came to shove, those “big fish” were never taken down, you know, for political reasons. If that’s the case.
Anyway… It’s an incomplete and therefore inadequate question. Just the FBI? Go ahead and include the CIA (“Dedicatio par aevum” memorial pictured up top) and DEA and BATFE and DHS and ICE and TSA and, most importantly, the Department of State, that is, Main State, and a dozen plus other of our agencies and institutes and groups and such. In fact, include all those groups who were subpoenaed but who refused to answer the questions of Jason Chaffetz’s congressional investigation into Fast and Furious. Jason was ignored even though he was Congressional Chairman of Oversight. So, good luck with that, especially since I’ve been told by Main State that anything related to me has long been destroyed, the normal practice upon being placed into a perpetual interdepartmental program. Go ahead and ask for it? Just know you might be asked, with polygraph, why you’re asking. Could be a career ending move, or send you to prison.
My rap sheet: No felonies. No misdemeanors. Ever. Nothing pending. Nothing ever having been pending. No courts. No settlements. And nothing having been “wiped” from the record. Well… There are some things that may have disappeared from my rap sheet as one sheriff told me when I asked him about it – disappeared things such as being pulled over for not wearing a seat belt when I was constantly starting and stopping to deliver meals to the home-bound for the soup kitchen. The cop admitted later that he ticketed me for purely political reasons. Anyway, that citation was, like, seven years ago. I found out that no one knew enough to grant permission about the statute at the time that permitted no usage of a seat belt in such conditions of constant service deliveries with permission. I can recall other times getting pulled over, like when my sister was teaching me to drive when I was twelve years old and I ran a trick stop sign that was posted inches behind a light pole so that it couldn’t be seen. Other occasions do come to mind. For instance, I remember I was going a little fast – like 5 miles over – in making the 1000+ mile trip to my dying dad’s bedside some decades ago. You get the idea.
A longer than short answer: I guess it would take an autobiography to even scratch the surface. I’ve had a pretty wild life. There was a time when I’m guessing that for a short while I was a most researched person in these USA. But, what do I know? That’s just a guess judging from the blog stats of hits from named and therefore not much secured servers of pretty much every intelligence HQ in these USA and around the world. You know the drill: USAIC, NNIC, DHS, DOD, DOJ, BATFE, IRS[!], SSA[!], FBI, CIA, Interpol, The Hague[!], etc., in so many centers for each all around, making the stats fly, scrolling quickly off screen, zip zip zip. I should see if I still have some screen shots from years gone by. Probably anomalous interest, right? If these were the named hits, I have to wonder what the blind hits were. It is what it is. At any rate, let me guess about a few incidents which may have instigated Federal research now and again.
Having been trained into counterintelligence as a teenager since the time my identity was stolen, I’ve never done the Jason Bourne thing. I never had to.
In all of this, I apologize to sincere and patriotic agents of all our military and intelligence and law enforcement agencies. I poke fun at myself. I don’t mean to poke fun at you.
Meanwhile, a personal theological note, I’m just a POS. Boring. A nothing. Nobody. In all of this poking fun (the whole “Who are you anyway?” thing) I want to make something perfectly clear: I don’t claim to be better than anyone. I’m no saint. I’m just a POS. Boring. A nothing. Nobody. Haven’t you already noticed? The original sin in which I’ve post-hoc participated, and all my own sin, is all written out in the wounds of the Divine Son of God, now risen from the dead. It’s in Him that we find our identity as redeemed and saved so as to walk in humble thanksgiving in His presence, in His friendship. That’s the ID I want to have. Jesus is the One. He’s the only One.
But you can’t get to know Jesus and know who you are, your “real ID” – Jesus’ love and truth and integrity – until you go to Confession. A lot. With sincerity. I do. That’s who I am: just another POS who goes to Confession. Why? Because I know the following and so should we all:
Psalm 139 For the leader. A psalm of David. Oh LORD, you have probed me, you know me: you know when I sit and stand; you understand my thoughts from afar. My travels and my rest you mark; with all my ways you are familiar. Even before a word is on my tongue, LORD, you know it all. Behind and before you encircle me and rest your hand upon me. Such knowledge is beyond me, far too lofty for me to reach. Where can I hide from your spirit? From your presence, where can I flee? If I ascend to the heavens, you are there; if I lie down in Sheol, you are there too. If I fly with the wings of dawn and alight beyond the sea, Even there your hand will guide me, your right hand hold me fast. If I say, “Surely darkness shall hide me, and night shall be my light” — Darkness is not dark for you, and night shines as the day. Darkness and light are but one. You formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother’s womb. I praise you, so wonderfully you made me; wonderful are your works! My very self you knew; my bones were not hidden from you, When I was being made in secret, fashioned as in the depths of the earth. Your eyes foresaw my actions; in your book all are written down; my days were shaped, before one came to be. How precious to me are your designs, O God; how vast the sum of them! Were I to count, they would outnumber the sands; to finish, I would need eternity. If only you would destroy the wicked, O God, and the bloodthirsty would depart from me! Deceitfully they invoke your name; your foes swear faithless oaths. Do I not hate, LORD, those who hate you? Those who rise against you, do I not loathe? With fierce hatred I hate them, enemies I count as my own. Probe me, God, know my heart; try me, know my concerns. See if my way is crooked, then lead me in the ancient paths. (nab)
These days people are talking about the FBI going through the files of priests at chanceries. Great! Have at it! Get that trustworthy counterintel guy who did up personnel for the FBI before being the fall guy… what’s his face… oh yeah… Peter Strzok. So, not so great then. So…
These days people are talking about the laity going through the files. Great! Have at it! Hopefully some kind of competence is involved, like law enforcement. But people don’t like police these days. So…
These days people are talking about any and all parishioners going through the files of the priests of their parish. That would be a real hoot. I can hear it now: “Father George chose blue as his favorite color on his million question psych exam instead of yellow even though he’s got off the charts leadership skill sets (which would have to be yellow[!]). So, he’s got to be lying. But why? Meanwhile, I was thinking of Jesus’ good mom, who is depicted with blue because of the meaning of her Jewish name. That might be said to be ideological but it is sincere, and therefore not a lie. And blue is my favorite color anyway.
You want to know about my life? Have at it. But, I say, and so should we all: Jesus Christ, you are my life! Jesus is the One who is forgotten in all of this. Always forgotten. Jesus is not there in faithlessness. Jesus is not there in investigations. Jesus is not there in any solutions proposed at all. But I insist, and so should we all:
Jesus Christ: You are my life!
These visits to the blog (the top one being interesting) came in immediately after I sent an email to a particular person of a particular service of a particular country. Perhaps it comes from a person (same provenance) who has everything to do with that particular intelligence community person of that particular intelligence service of that particular country, that is, regarding a very particular aspect of the URL visited which I know he knows about (because I told him) though it is not directly spoken about at that particular URL. But, whatever, it’s all just a coincidence. It means nothing. In mentioning this to a priest friend, with me rejecting that it meant anything, he said that, no, he doesn’t believe in coincidences, that such a thing is purposed. Hmm…
Update: A note came in from a reader saying that no “Presidential Alert” came through. I checked my own phones: no trace of any alert there, and I know at least one works, because an amber alert came through just the day before on one of the phones. I asked around and no one I know got the alert. So, was this a fail? ///////
Update again: I guess this was a fail of some kind. A reader says that there will be another try on October 3. ///////
The United States Federal government will test an emergency broadcast system on Thursday at approximately 2:18 pm EDT.
All US based cell phones will receive a text message from this system. The text will display a subject line, “Presidential Alert”. The body of the text will read:
“THIS IS A TEST of the National Wireless Emergency Alert System. No action is needed.”
/// I remember an Obamanite during the years of that administration who set up a table in the parking lot of the soup kitchen in town and was failing in trying to force government phones on all and sundry, including yours truly:
/// Instead, this is a great use for cell phones by the government. I like it. Very useful. Communications are just about everything in an emergency. Gotta wonder about security for cell towers.
/// When I was a kid, we used to have emergency alert sirens for air raids and tornadoes. Everyone got super nervous if the siren didn’t go off at exactly 12:00 Noon on Wednesdays only.
/// When I was tiny little kid, in first grade, the Benedictine nuns at school taught us how to be safe during an attack using atom bombs as they were called. We were to hide under our school desks. She apologized for this being a little difficult for us since we had “rail desks” which didn’t leave much space for anything but feet under desks. She would be our emergency broadcast system.
John Kerry, ex-Secretary of State, actively undermining U.S. Policy, was in Iran counselling this largest state sponsor of terrorism to ignore the present U.S. Administration. The policy of the Iranian government is to wipe Israel and these USA from the face of the earth. Why subversively conspire with them?
Immediately after the funeral of Saint John Paul II back in the day, I had a 15 minute conversation with John Kerry in which he promised me a televised debate. That was to be on abortion issues. But now I would like to expand that to include Israel and Iran.
What shocked me in speaking with him is that it was as if I was talking to a robot, with someone else somewhere else desperately pushing buttons so as to make whatever soundbite come out of his mouth, but none of these soundbites had anything to do with the conversation. It was all so vacuous. Soulless. Styrofoam. Puppetry.
Perhaps I am mean, but if I were to get a televised debate, I would like the presenters to put up a score board on screen so as to number how many times totally irrelevant soundbites were used as answers. Numbers go negative, deeper in the hole when irrelevant answer are given; one goes up in score with each true answer.
But, forget about me. Mike Pompeo has a great stage presence. He hates irrelevance and he’s always on point. I’d love to see a debate between him and Kerry, but this time in court.
Waiting for boarding time for the trip to Rome, I’m noticing more old drafts that need sprucing up and publishing.
On my “day-off” the other week… month.. I returned the Sig Sauer P226 variant to “The Guy” (a label which can refer to any guy or number of people or group or groups of people in any number of places in any number of countries, right?). He lent his Sig to me to that I could see what a Sig is all about. He’s had it since the mid-1980s. I actually in the end didn’t like the grip, a bit like a revolver, almost the opposite grip-system as is found on a “normal” pistol, at least compared to my Glock 19 Gen4.
This time, our chat wasn’t a mere two or four hours. We went six hours non-stop.
Before I could say anything at all – no, really, nothing – he gave me further lessons in shooting. Non stop talking. Like he was on assignment. Great, thought I, as I need all the help I can get. I didn’t say anything, just took it all in. Strange, though, as this time he was mentioning targets, as if they were assignments. Instructions were about how to kill as many people (all head shots) as possible as fast as one could pull the trigger, that is, how it is, counterintuitively, that one moves from one target to the next as fast as one can aim even while not quite aiming, if that makes sense. To real shooters it will. Imagine a row of small steel targets on springs but unevenly spaced and of uneven heights and all moving on horizontal bars in different directions but you able to get a “kill” each trigger pull as fast as you can pull the trigger. Its where your eyes are looking. Not where you think. This was scaring me, needless to say. I decided to let him just keep going to see where this was going to go. He was clearly baiting. Field guys aren’t always the best counterintel guys.
Before I could say anything at all – no, really, nothing – he gave me lessons in bomb making for all situations, for cars, for entire buildings, for suicide bombing – yep- or for events from which you could walk away before it happened, always looking for a reaction from me, a question from me, a request for clarification from me. I said nothing. I just watched the show of baiting. He described usage of Composition-C (C-4) and of other otherwise easily obtainable materials. On and on he went. And that’s not the first time he said he could actually obtain such things. I’m sure he must have been leaving out details – or perhaps all the details were entirely fictional – as I’m guessing that such lessons would otherwise be rather illegal. He knows I write this blog. I have to wonder what he’s up to. He didn’t mind that all-hearing-cell-phones were present… So…
This is like the third time he’s shared bomb making, so I suppose he’s just venting about his life up to now in the military and The Company. But this was different with the detail, even named targets such as an elevator toward the top of the […!]. Was he looking for another partner in a group no one would suspect, you know, like, a priest? He spoke to that point rather incisively. I’m guessing these are not conversations priests casually have now and again. But, then again, this was a monologue. So, coming at that from a different angle, is he trying to frame me for some future event, or perhaps frame the guy who stole my identity, you know, if I took an interest in all this? It’s all too easy, isn’t it? But, whatever, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. For myself, I didn’t show any interest, ask any questions, or take any notes, or set any appointments to see some demonstrations. Nor did he push any of that. Probably just venting. Yep. That‘s what he’s doing. PTSD and all that. Fine. A bit weird all the talk on suicide bombs though.
Attempting to move on to a conversation instead me just watching a monologue for the longest time – as the hands of the clock were now spinning around – I recounted to him more of the baiting to which I’ve been subjected a few weeks ago by the GTMO guys with the bit about murder as “suicide” as an “assignment”. He said it was all perfectly familiar to him, that that’s how it’s done, how assignments are given out. Bingo, thought I. I asked: How’s that? He said it was all so familiar – expressly exclaiming this many times – but also signaling his recognition of details of what I was saying with his body language, point after point, nodding his head, smiling for just a nanosecond at this or that, pointing with a finger at any important detail… because, he said, this is all exactly the kind of thing he himself did, in detail, when he was stationed in France, baiting people, manipulating people, having people carry things out without their even knowing they were doing it at his bidding, expert, he thought anyway, at counterintelligence in a field-counterterrorism way. Why do things yourself if you can get your enemy to do them against himself for you? It’s all a rather murky world.
It gets so screwed up that in the end you don’t know who’s who and what’s what, whether the deep state is the real government or whether there are string pullers who make nations and governments a fiction and anything said to be deep into self-delusionary self-protectionist dramas lacking importance and influence on the world stage whatever individual players think of themselves. “The Guy” supported the view of just a few string pullers, while actual nations, including our own USA, are entirely irrelevant, unimportant, almost fictional. He himself, for instance, laughing at the upper echelon of The Company, in particular at Pompeo, then Director now Secretary, and Haspel, then someone providing enhanced interrogation now Director. Um…
Catching him off guard, I mentioned a possible connection down in the far western Florida panhandle. “So what?” he challenged, glaring me down.
Catching him off guard, I mentioned KSM singing after enhanced interrogation. This put him into controlled anger mode. He did well, but he was upset. To be clear, he was angry at the fact of enhanced interrogation being used, and his doubts that anything whatsoever actionable had been obtained in such fashion and where exactly did I get my information that KSM actually gave up anything actionable.
Mind you, it wasn’t all like this. We spoke of the faith. He also went on an on with social justice issues that he immersed himself into coming off of his ops. But in speaking of the faith there were a couple of topics which he himself brought up, as he always does, which put him into barely controlled anger mode, specifically anger against the Successor of Saint Peter, speaking not just of Pope Francis, but all of the Popes these past decades, none of them caving in on two topics, not caving in because of the truth of the matter (that being irrelevant), but because, he said, with white hot, momentarily shaking anger, because of power. They won’t give up on their power, he insisted again and again, with a crazy look in his eyes when he said ‘power’. The two topics making him so angry?
Surreal, you say? No. Not at all. Actions against the Catholic Church are all about getting the Successor of Peter to cave in on but one matter of faith or morals, because after that, the Catholic Church is simply no more, because then Christ is a liar, the Church is as wishy-washy as anyone else, merely politically correct, a nothing, to be dismissed, which allows us, then, to congratulate ourselves, cursing God and feeling the power. Oooo! Power! He’s repeated very many times that these USA maintains a two-hour window in which we can assassinate any world leader. Some very few, one or two, might take just a bit longer, but it will happen very quickly. Think about that for a moment. The changing logistics needs massive teams just to be readied to do this in any given two-hour window.
Here’s the deal: Pope Francis wants his Missionaries of Mercy to go into and even beyond the peripheries, right out into the darkest of existential suffering, not necessarily to be successful, mind you, but to be a presence of mercy – at least the offering of it – for those who want it. In this case, it is to witness to the light of Christ regardless of the rage of the world.
Seems not even one day can go by without some contact from some intelligence service or agency or contractor or whathaveyou. Yesterday, there were a number of encounters, but the most memorable was yet another logistics guy, you know, delivery guy, you know, of detainees. Over the last while I think I’ve gotten to know really a lot of these guys spanning the last number of decades. Why is that? They’re all the same when they’re legit. I’ve seen this in a best friend. I’ve seen it in those I know are legit… super smart, reasonable, balanced, calm, able to take things in, fearful of nothing, able to do anything physically, super smart, able to give an incisive critique, loyal, patriotic, one who would lay down his life for you in a second, one who can’t tolerate stupid on a team where smarts in everyone count in order to stay alive, not boasting, but rather humble, but totally able to smack anyone down by getting those others to push themselves for betterment to their utmost and then beyond that… Did I say super smart?
He’ll be going to work for me during the next couple of weeks on an especially dangerous project – only because it’s what he loves to do in down time for recreation and only because this job was recommended by a friend – not anything necessarily to do with intelligence mind you, but it will admittedly for him put all his skills to the test. Not everyone can be a monkey, or take care of monkeys for their own best interests. It’s something I used to do in the seminary which needed an extreme sports person, one who was willing to take risks.
Interestingly, he mentioned the monkey-cage thing in Zero Dark Thirty down in GTMO, and then made some incisive comments on the accuracy of the film. I made some hypotheses about the personages depicted by various characters. He did his best not to say anything, and he didn’t, but this totally caught him off guard. It was the nanosecond look in the eyes which told the entire story when I mentioned the present employment of one personage depicted by one character and then the present demise of another personage depicted by another character. ;-)