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>>I can assure you the public has no idea what’s happening except what they want you to think you know.
–Ha. Actually, no, WC. You’re quite wrong about that. Do you think that space aliens are running the CIA and they’re using some kind of mind control ray to keep us all in the dark? Kind of sounds like it from your comments.
Nope. In spite of your romanticized view, I’m afraid that the CIA is run by ordinary human beings with ordinary damage control capabilities.
All of the information I’ve listed above has been corroborated with witness testimony or the unveiling of documents in response to lawsuits. Much of this is info that CIA tried (and failed) to keep secret.
It’s true that the CIA has some really smart, dedicated people working for it. But if anything, it seems to have more than it’s share of bumbling fools. And the fools tend to percolate to the top, as we’ve seen with Gen. Petraeus.
Feel free to respond, but please avoid saying things like, Sure. That’s what THEY want you to think . . . because that doesn’t impress me.
As I see it, that just tells me you don’t know anything about the CIA and you’re trying to CYA by claiming that since YOU don’t know anything about it, NOBODY knows anything about it.
Now take a look at THIS:
No, you heard me right, Senator.
Eight-star general. Four on each shoulder. See?
Let’s count them together, shall we?
. . . and the blue one is for campfires.
And the red one is for knot-tying.
And the wingie-thingie is ‘cuz I jumped out of an airplane once.
What?
Of COURSE I had a parachute!
Let me be frank with you, Mr. Frank. I don’t even REMEMBER what the pink ribbon was for. I think maybe it had something to do with Vietnam.
Oh no. Wait . . . Heh-heh.
I had it turned the wrong way out.
Here it is . . .
“Jefferson County 4-H
Lop-eared Bunny Exhibition
Third Place”
Hey, did you hear the one about the gentleman who was hired to read other gentlemen’s mail?
–No. What about him?
He got in trouble with a lady who wasn’t his wife.
–Oh? How did that happen?
It appears that some gentlemen were reading his mail, too.
–Hm. Vell watchoo know ’bout dat?
. . . an’ I got a medal for not contradicting the President in public.
And another one for persuading Congress to keep funding the war.
And I even got one from a private company. Did you know that? –KBR.
What?
No, they don’t sell chicken.
Equipment n’stuff I think.
Yeah. I’ve made “KBR Employee of the Month” seven times now. And I’m not even an employee of theirs, technically.
. . . so then the pretty writer lady said, “I’d like to see you without a stitch on, big boy.”
(And I laughed, ‘cuz girls never say stuff like that to me. It’s usually the opposite thing they wanna see.)
And I said, “You mean . . . you wanna see what I look like when I’m not wearing ANYTHING?”
And she said, “Yeah, tiger!”
And I said, “OK. How about I e-mail you a picture of me in my birthday suit?”
Senator, did you ever have a lady do a “biography” on you?
Well, listen. Don’t knock it till ya try it, see?
You’ll feel 20 years younger. It’ll put that spring right back in your . . .
back in your . . . um . . .
Your step!
I’m telling ya, after that first bio-job, you can’t hardly wait for the next one.
I asked the wife: “Why don’t YOU ever give me a bio-job, honey? Why do I have to go to strangers to get one?”
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