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.
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To this day, no one knows what the “insurance policy” is, well, almost no one. People assume that it has something to do with Russia. Why? The point is that if all that Russia rubbish doesn’t work (which means it’s all fake, by the way), then, post-election, you do something else to have the President of the United States (Trump) removed from office. As Trump pointed out the other week, this is treasonous.
Whenever we talk, the blackest of all black operators (I get reprimanded by others for saying that that he’s the best shot in the world, but it’s verifiably the truth) tells me again and again about insurance policies as being the normal way of operating for everything important that goes down in the running of this country here or abroad. You always but always have something to hold over someone’s head, and that works vice versa.
As long time readers know, I’ve stuck my head out and reported to the FBI some things the State Department related to me regarding oversight of Counterterrorism in McLean, something which compromises not only our efforts with Counterterrorism (as if that wasn’t bad enough in this day and age), but which fit exactly what Strzok would like to have as an insurance policy by which to oust the President of the United States immediately upon the word being given.
I’ve mentioned this to CT, and they’ve related this to the FBI (meaning that CT at McLean is clean of this) and given me some other instructions regarding various Inspectors General. The FBI has been doing some background work, but they’re hesitating, unsure to use this to redeem themselves in the eyes of the citizens of these United States, or to go ahead and let it be an insurance policy for them. How about just going with it for the sake of the good of the country? Hey! That’s a novel idea.
Should I continue to sit on this? Should I name names? Would I then be guilty of leaks and unmasking?
Justice is always the way to go. No politics. Just do the right thing, always, every time, no compromise, ever. Once you cave in, you’re done, a “made man”, but in the sense of “you’ve been had,” meaning you’re then no longer a “company man” in the best sense, but someone who can only be a danger to themselves, to others, to the country, secure in your job, you think, until you’re not. Sad, that. But we’ll continue.
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!