The "American" - there are thirty-four other nations in the hemisphere, you know - public is a society awash in an ocean of lies. Most, of course, are lies perpetrated by the society on itself. The way of all flesh. Then there are lies by the government - far, far more dangerous. The following essay asks how democracy - rule of the people - is possible where the government does not have to tell the truth about its actions. If the people we elect are free to lie, what is to protect us from, for instance, electing an ally of an enemy foreign, power?

But what is even more critical, perhaps, is a news media and press complicit in the deception. If the media, with its ability to create virtual reality and vast powers of persuasion so derived, deliberately lies and deceives the voters, is that not a crime?

Cal Thomas, "nationally syndicated columnist," writes this morning that Mary McCarthy, the CIA "officer" who allegedly "leaked" secrets and was fired for so doing should be shot. "They shoot traitors in wartime, don't they?" he asks, the proceeds to quote the dictionary definition of traitor, and points out that in time of war, traitors are by law executed. Interesting. Interesting most, I mean, as a vehicle by which to assess the value of our nation's media as information services and intelligence concerning how we might - as a republic - control our government and nation. There is hardly a line here that can be taken at face value, something one finds in just about every word "reported" by the "American" press.

First, the secret that McCarthy "leaked" was the fact known to half the civilized world - citizens of the United States not included, for some reason (and, yes, I did say that the way I intended) - knew that we were running illegal prisons, where we likewise torture prisoners, in Europe (and elsewhere). Next, we learn (that apparently while Mr. Thomas was writing his latest prevarication by dissimulation) that when McCarthy's lawyer asseverated that his client had no part in the Washington Post story by one Dana Priest, the CIA was forced to admit that was true. If I wonder what it was, then, that it was that resulted in her being fired, I shouldn't be alone. Mr. Thomas doesn't mention any of this, of course - too busy preparing the rope for the lynching.

Next, to get back to the gentlemen's column and the related story, there is the indisputable fact that to know a crime is being committed - and torture of prisoners, no matter who they are, is a crime - and do nothing is a crime known to lawyers and such as misprision. Working for the U.S. Government since the big war (Two, not Vietnam) is a bitch kitty, I can tell you - always caught between the Scylla and Charybdis of being imprisoned for committing international war crimes or being shot as a traitor to your government.

Shouldn't we consider somewhere in this blizzard of bullshit, and now that we're talking about treason, that we AREN'T actually at war (that's a matter of law, and an act of Congress, let us remember), and that the only war is a politician's rhetorical device, one designed to further the lie that brought us to killing the citizens of a foreign nation?

Then we have a fact that the tunnel-visioned Thomas seems to overlook completely. If we substitute the name and title "President George W. Bush" for "CIA Officer Mary McCarthy," we have the same story - and legal reasoning - with only the further need to substitute "leaks" related to another CIA Officer, Valerie Plame. Mr. Thomas, therefore, suggests that we shoot for treason the nation's chief executive. I agree. Obviously, though, treason by the President is far more "severe to our capabilities of carrying out our mission," to quote the CIA's inimitable director, Porter Goss. Porter, of course, is our latest super-patriot and knight in shining armor.


Porter, parenthetically, you know, was among the "Operation 40" that grew out of the gay little band I was recruited for way back then, the "Executive Action Group" - "Executive Action" was synonymous to insiders with "assassination" - who planned the international crime of assassinating the head of a foreign government, one Fidel Castro. The same band of swashbuckling heroes blew up the Belgian freighter La Coubre in Havana Bay, killing 75 and injuring more than 200 innocent noncombatants ("collateral damage," you understand). When a guy named "Puerco" ("Pig") said later that this was Op 40's first operation, he termed it "successful." Porter would have agreed with that. If you think aberrations the CIA torture camps in Europe - or the School of the Americas here at Fort Benning, for that matter - you're not paying attention.

"Operation 40" wasn't just involved in sabotage operations. In fact, it was intended from the beginning to be a team of assassins. Not only was I a member of the group it was spun off from, one member, a guy named Frank Fiorini (whether his name was Rank Angelo Fiorini - the name I knew him by - or Frank Anthony Sturgis I was never sure) claimed: "this assassination group (Operation 40) would upon orders, naturally, assassinate either members of the military or the political parties of the foreign country that you were going to infiltrate, and if necessary some of your own members who were suspected of being foreign agents... We were concentrating strictly in Cuba at that particular time. During the Church Hearings - remember (no, I don't suppose)? - everybody CIA denied the whole thing. Richard Helms, convicted later of perjury in the hearings, said, "We don't do that sort of thing." That was interesting for a guy like me.

Anyway, back to our story:

It's also interesting, always, to hear one of these warrior wannabees get to bloviating about shooting people for treason, "leaking secrets" and all that. Mr. Thomas, those who read here will recall, is among those who "did not serve." Let's consider for a moment who the real threat to our nation is. Our "leaders" - congressional representatives, senators, presidents and all the rest - are beyond any reasonable doubt the biggest collection of the biggest liars on earth. Or in its history. Now who is a bigger traitor - let us recall Mr. Thomas' definition: "One who betrays another's trust or is false to an obligation or duty" - the CIA "Officer" who leaks to the press (who else would she tell that would listen or do anything about it?) evidence of actions which are crimes both here and internationally, or the "representative" who lies in order to get into office, or to stay there? How about a President of the United States who lies in order to get us to go to war and/or to further his own, personal agenda? HMMMMM?!

How do we have a democracy or republic when the prospective voting public is completely mislead? How do we know that the individual being sent to Congress, the White House, and the other seats of government is not a traitor, an ally of a foreign enemy? What if he's a rapist (we were pretty close to that here lately, you know; and he lied, too - under oath), or other kind of criminal conspirator. Of course, we know they all are, but that's a matter of more definitions and not my object here. Tell me, Mr. Thomas, why isn't lying to the public by an elected official a far bigger crime than leaking evidence of malfeasance in office? Tell us about that.

Tell us why a national media - guys like you, stud - who keep the voting public bewildered and lost in a fog of cynically deceitful propaganda from both right and left, all of it designed to further the agenda of this or that special interest - shouldn't be shot when it takes off after some tabloid tale like the latest instance of rape somewhere.

Isn't that like a guard during time of war deserting his post for a roll in the hay with some chippie?

Who's a traitor nowadays seems a question mostly of whose ox is being gored - DOESN'T it?! Or is it whose palm is being greased?

To the several people who wrote concerning my 1986 (I wrote one similar for the Department of the Army in 1978) paper concerning a counter-attack by an individual against a United States intending to destroy him, here is a reprise in précis:
Parenthetically, and by way of elucidation, I was at that time recovering from bullet wounds inflicted by a federal sniper intent upon stopping my meetings or association with Senator Charles Grassley of Iowa and prospective testimony at hearings having to do with new legislation, legislation styled by the senator “Omnibus Taxpayers Bill of Rights.” A photo of my leg wound is here and on my website - and in my book “Letters to Aaron,” the Hal Luebbert Story.
I was, frankly, considering at the time ways to destroy you, and something I remembered from John Stuart Mill, was very important. “If mankind minus one were of one opinion, then mankind is no more justified in silencing the one than the one - if he had the power - would be justified in silencing mankind.” If my country felt justified and meant to destroy me, why should I not be justified in destroying my country?
I decided to try a threat. Maybe they would search those records they were do damned intent upon keeping from you, the public, record of what they had taught me to do and now might use on you and them, and relent. It was worth a try, so I wrote and sent it to numbers of senators, congressmen, and news media. Didn’t hear about it did you? Think about that.
A relatively simple concoction of chemicals, placed in the appropriate containers and strewed across the mountain forests of the west by plane, could be configured to trigger when trees and vegetation reached tinder dryness. The result could be made to be and become a conflagration unlike any ever witnessed on the planet. Smoke would create to a degree the “nuclear winter” much spoken of during the Cold War, blocking out the sun. I had already decided then on a design for the pyrotechnic devices, and the one I have now is roughly ten times better.
As many as fifty chemical preparations might be compounded, then deposited in the nation’s rivers, killing not only everything in the river, but everything that bathed or drank from it. Were one to attack the Mississippi River system alone, a large part of the nation would die of resulting thirst and pestilence. If the preparation were radioactive – and it would not have to be anything as exotic and hard to come by as weapons grade uranium or plutonium; a physicist could find a dozen or more sources of such radioactivity – the effect would be even worse.
Several poisons, ones capable of preparation at home, are so toxic that a tiny amount deposited on one’s skin will kill him swiftly. One of these chemicals placed in the water system of a city would kill most of the people there before warnings could save them. After having visited several of the nation’s defense installations, I realized that most of them could be attacked that way, and neutralized.
(Try to remember that you and your government were trying to kill and destroy me. You were doing that utterly without cause except what you believe to be your brute power to do that; and, by the significant way, you will note that you were wrong).
A well conceived, prepared, and determined attack on the IRS would destroy your economy. The IRS is the beating heart of the system that enslaves millions, and critical to the corporations and military industrial complex that rules the nation. When individual members of the one hundred and fifty thousand man IRS complement began to be murdered and disappear, news of such would spread inevitably, inducing terror and ending their complicity in the wealth distribution control racket being run by the federal conspiracy of criminals. When large numbers of employees stopped coming to work, the system would die.
The Computer Age began for the IRS with the 1961 dedication of the National Computer Center at Martinsburg, West Virginia. I have been there many times, such that I know how destruction of the enormous computer employees there call “The Martinsburg Monster” (funny, the name – huh?) would also bring the nation’s tax collection system to its knees. With more than three hundred auxiliary computers slaved to it, the Monster is the brains and nervous system of the U.S. Government economic extortion racket. Destruction of the center, or sickness and/or death of all its employees would do likewise.
Incidentally, a dry run I ran on the place in 1985 made it very clear that my operations plan for an attack would be eminently and lethally successful. All that was necessary for penetration of the place’s vaunted security was compromise of one female employee. Both were a pleasure . . . (I could have used that word – penetration, I mean – twice there, couldn’t I?)
Anyone now aware of the power of a fully fueled jumbo-jet airliner knows how the nation’s economic life could be ended, besides. Al Qa’ida terrorist Mohammed Atta and his cohort were long on hatred, but short on tactical savvy. Maybe they’ll be smarter, next time.
Finally among the “Mongoose Trick” operations I am willing to discuss here – I’m still deciding whether I will take what my country did to me lying down – there is the nation’s helter-skelter cyber-technology system. Anyone observing the possibilities suggested by the Y2K scare of 1999 will realize what I mean. The possibility that computers might shut down when confused by the last two digests of the year 2000 demonstrated to anybody with half a brain what might happen, were a skilled cyber-expert to become angry enough to do what the protagonist and heroine of my novel, “Jonatha’s Truth” did there. Fortunately for the nation that was the U.S. in the book, Baron Han von Paulus was a knight, one bent only on bringing the mega corporations (like the oil companies whose lobbyist-legalized swindle of the public goes on at this very moment) to heel and restoring economic equity to the nation and its people.
There were, as I’ve already said, more than a dozen “U.S. American Freedom” ops. You don’t want to know them, because the government destroys people who know things like that. They tried with me, remember?
The fact is, it’s inevitable that one of these will happen. More, anyone observing either the callous disregard for the public’s safety as evidenced by deliberate refusal to stop illegal immigration from Mexico, or the brutal abandonment of the victims of Hurricanes Katrina and Rita, should realize that the government simply doesn’t care. Their interest is power, not public service, not the public’s protection, and certainly not sympathy or pity.
The dog guarding the World Trade Center Silver Blaze didn’t bark, remember?
The government conspiracy of criminals in Washington knows full well that any day now – maybe already, as a matter of fact - Al Qa’ida or operatives for another of the dozen nations who hate us with good reason will slip across our southern border or into our equally unguarded seaports to conduct an operation like those I’ve discussed here. Or worse – one of the ops plans I haven’t discussed. Millions will die, while the criminals complicit with the perpetrators remain safe in billion dollar redoubts like those I also discussed in my novel.
One last thing that ought, as Bill Cosby says “shake up your spine”: during operations against the government, I infiltrated one supposedly secure federal installation after another. Often, I left my calling card in the center of desk belonging to the highest security official there. Guess how many of these “public servants” reported their lapse? That’s right, none.
In the Land of the Fee, where job is important above all else – including your safety, obviously – no one dares admit a mistake. It can end a career, as the saying heard everywhere in corporate business and government goes. If you are vulnerable - and you are, terribly - it is because you are hopelessly dependent on things artificial and unreal, upon wealth and technological life support.
It may end a nation, too.

Soon now, the United States will kill itself, victim of its own overweening lust for power and the greed that feeds. That the nation, like so many of its citizens, may die of over-consumption, simply having eaten itself to death, is singularly poetic justice. The natural end of capitalism - its logical conclusion, after all - is to consume everything and by so doing, die of either starvation or its own obesity.

But the Nation of Laws may also die of its own lawlessness. One day someone like myself, abused beyond human endurance - a man unjustly convicted of rape, for instance - may choose to retaliate. Always before, the shear numbers represented by nationhood has made the nation safe from its individual citizen. No more. I know because I can destroy the United States of America, or anyone else who tries to destroy me. Our government knows that, and it knows there is nothing it can do about it. In that, it is again victim to its own character and nature.

"A house divided against itself cannot long stand." Look around - are you not that house?

Last evening, watching television news and marveling at what must be either the really incredible stupidity or dissimulating dishonest of “analysts” and pundits there, I was about continue here with examples of the ominous gullibility of “Americans” in the face of their rapidly devolving and decaying governmental systems when my wife brought in the mail. One envelope contained a check for $1.08 cents, that from my car insurance company. That’s the same company who suddenly cancelled my insurance for reasons I have yet to discover or divine, inasmuch as I simply went to my insurance agent’s office and had them put me with another insurer. I do not suffer fools gladly.

But I wondered. Having suffered through seventeen years of IRS harassment by tampering using every conceivable kind of electronic chicanery and “Nixonian dirty trick,” I wondered. From a few minutes ago, and my conversation with Oscar at Ford Credit, I’m still wondering. But I’m looking forward to the morning (I called The Border Federal Credit Union before calling Ford Credit, only to find the credit union closed for the day) with really delighted anticipation. I’ll call the bank. Oscar tells me the checks, which I have copies of, were returned because “no such account numbers exist.”

Now, that’s the same account I’ve always had – six years, now - with the Credit Union, and the check in question was the twelfth from the pad of checks those in question came from. I write only checks for payment of car insurance and car loan from that pad. So something is afoot, and I have a good idea what it is. When I finally file my lawsuit against the government, the evidence they have given me will come into court by the truckload.

The mental duel with the federal government is always entertaining, too, especially in that it serves as a measure by which to keep track of that same government’s decay. That I watch with relish. I can hardly wait for them to collapse. But there’s more. Let’s go back to that phone call to Ford Credit. The first voice - a recording, of course – instructs me if I want to speak English, I should press one. Now WHAT THE HELL COUNTRY IS THIS? Do want to speak English? Hell, no, I take option two – Spanish. When the guy answers, it’s Oscar, and he’s speaking English – sort of. I should have insisted on Spanish, because Oscar is obviously not one of us. It turns out he’s Hispanic, but I guess he didn’t like my Cuban accent.

That’s the way it is, isn’t it? When I purchased my last cell phone at the local radio shack, the counter guy attempted to make the call necessary to initiate service, only to scowl and look puzzled, then hand me the phone. “Can you tell what she’s saying”” he asked. Taking the phone and recognizing the woman’s accent, I spoke to her in my then fluent Japanese. “Nippongo o hanasu koto ga dekimasu ka?” Do you speak Japanese? Hoshii no desu ga? Would you like to?

The young woman was much relieved, and the transaction completed quickly. But you wonder. Japanese! Sometime ago, during one of the federal attacks that are launched on my website continually – none, thankfully, with any more efficacy or competence than our attack on Iraq – I was obliged to speak first with Bombay, India, then London, England. Another foray into international commerce and diplomacy required my Japanese again, plus an exchanged of e-mails with Frankfurt, Germany (I speak German, too).

And then, of course, there’s the fact that each time I’m mugged while hiking and camping or bicycling here in South Texas, I have to speak Spanish.


The girls who have mucked up my bank account and car payment will have been “Hispanic,” like the girls at the insurance company. The space between my last names is too much for them, and with the wonders of a nation incapable of thought without computerized assistance . . . . well, you know. My last trip to the doctor’s office, for another instance of same, has resulted in a brouhaha of bungling. This one, though, was not un-anticipated and prepared for, inasmuch as Medicare and Medicaid are federal matters, and when has any of our governments ever done anything even remotely efficient or well? Personnel at the Social Security Administration have already bungled the matter so badly that all hope of straightening it out – in any of seven languages I still have some command of – is hopeless. I’ll just pay the cash. Why we call as system whereby the doctor and hospital are assured of payment, but the “insured” still gets a huge bill “insurance” is still beyond me, anyway. More federal FemSpeak, I suppose.

If perhaps anyone is so astute as to notice, and wonders why my bank account is still in Del Rio, Texas while I live in Kingsville four hours away, what I’ve already said here ought be a hint. When I moved from Corpus Christi to Del Rio some years ago, it took the U.S. Mail seven months to get my mail to me, and until I was willing to open an account at the Border Federal Credit Union in Del Rio and accept direct deposit of Social Security monies owed me, I was kept completely devoid of funds. Fortunately, I do have a number of marketable skills, and know how to live off the land. When I had camped by the Rio Grande for a year, I simply decided to stay there. Meanwhile, my driver’s license, concealed handgun license, college credit transcripts, and a number of additional missives of similar importance could not be gotten to me. Too much for “the greatest nation in history.”

An attempt to do something as monumentally complex and difficult as transfer my checking account from one bank to another, and to notify the Social Security Administration, would result in a hassle at least as frustrating and annoying - not me, them; and they get mean and vindictive right away (it’s my fault, of course) – as that which I’ve already been through and described.

In my book “Letters to Aaron, the Hal Luebbert Story,” I detail some of my travail with federal record and communication tampering, exacerbated by the spastic stupidity and incompetence of culturally mix-mastered “America.” No one need dispute with me concerning what now deceased comedian Steven Allen called the “dumbing-down of America.” I could, from my own experiences, make an open and shut case, even without Jay Leno’s Jay-Walking segment as an exhibit in evidence. In Germany, we are the equivalent of the “dumb Pollack” joke. Small wonder.

But the media’s analysts are something else again. Six months ago, when one retired general pontificating on FoxNews said something particularly stupid, I started reviewing the fustian pronouncements of people like Col. Oliver North, Lt. Gen. Thomas McInerney, Maj. Gen. Robert H. Scales Jr., Lt. Col. Robert Maginnis, Col. David Hunt, and Major Robert S. Bevelacqua, all FoxNews “analysts.” It would have been a bit of a coup to review the record of their tactical brilliance and related prognostications, but Media Matters has beaten me to the punch this morning (damn!).

http://mediamatters.org/items/200604240005 is the URL for the article, and it reports just what I learned with my own digging. If these guys are analysts, it must be by way of analyzing the entrails of an owl. Wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! For god’s sake – with this kind of expert advice, is there any wonder why we can’t even accomplish something as dirt simple as stopping illegal immigration?
It’s got me wondering (to say nothing of being fearful of leaving the house). During my formative years, there was an expression, “common sense.” Most people built their lives with it, and they were successful enough to have built everything our children are now busily intent on squandering. Way of all flesh, I guess. But common sense has fallen into disrepute these days, sneered into silence by wondrous things like technology, “higher” education, the information highway (reminds me of a grandfather’s observation that a local college boy “knows a helluva lot, all right – it’s just that everything he knows is wrong”), and “Fox Reality.”

That last one, hot off the presses as it were, tickles me. Fox reality. Sounds like the diagnosis for a guy on LSD, doesn’t it? Try to think of something more oxymoronic than that one. Military intelligence? How about government organization or reasonable woman?

But I digress. Couldn’t help it – some things just blow your train of thought off the tracks. Common sense used to be the result of rationality confronted by reality – getting along in the real world. What now passes for common sense is the result of rationality confronted with rhetoric and rationalization. Everything the mind deals with now is in some major degree some kind of virtual reality (talk about oxymorons!). Where once an error in reasoning was quickly apparent, like making a mistake in a fight, it is now sometimes never apparent, or subject to more of the detached rationalization that caused it in the first place. Somebody else pays the price, too.

The historically biggest, loudest example of that the future will find is feminism. Remember all its basic tenets? Its results? Only a few will do to illustrate. The one parent – meaning mom raised the kids – family? Kids didn’t need a male parent. That, of course, quickly expanded to both parents women, or men.

“A woman needs a man like a fish need a bicycle!” Remember that little intellectual dandy? How about “All men are rapists!”? I read a whole lot of it, all mental meandering by women living in an environment – one provided by the very gender they were excoriating – that would never suffer their theorizations to be tested, that of all but total societal protection. Outside that only virtually real realm – the future then, for instance – only others would pay the price. Even when the resulting Dodo mentality resulted in turn with, for instance, the continual rape and murder of their sisters, they went on with their brainless blabber and psycho-babble.

Women in military combat, like women in police uniform and a host of similar nonsense (I use the word literally; i.e., non sense - not of the senses) are not common sense. Neither is female nudity or semi-nudity in public.

Note that if I re-phrase that to say “to invite rape,” I have, of course, committed the ultimate sin against feminism. But I have also illustrated the difference between common sense born of interface between mind and reality and interface between mind and reality that is only language and rhetoric. Reality and experience with it do not have a problem with equating or differentiating the two statements; rationalization and reality made only of words do.

“The great tragedy of science,” Thomas Huxley observed, “is the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact.”

On the "truthout" website forum a few minutes ago, I promised to discuss here more concerning what I've learned about "why we're never told the truth" by the government and the news media. WHY? This was my answer:

"Come on, folks - ask yourselves what you do when you make a mistake at work. Do you run to the boss to tell him? Put it up on the bulletin board? During my war with the feds and the IRS, I infiltrated dozens of government offices, leaving "bugs" and, sometimes - just to taunt an enemy - my calling card. Most of these places were high-security areas (and if you knew about a couple, it would scare hell out of you). How many people do you think reported having found my card? If I had made a monkey out of you, proved that the job you were doing was crappy, what would YOU have done? My website is www.judoknighterrant.com and I'll talk about this subject (I hate the feminism engendered term "issue") more there. Ciao! Hal von Luebbert."

Smartass, huh? But it's rooted in the tactics I used to make myself a successful detective, and, once upon a time, tactician for none other than our blessed federal government. I always started operations against an opponent by putting myself in his place, to imagine what I might do if I were he. I like to think, even, that it made me a better person. Kind of humbling. You see, from high school age, and things like catching the local priest mounted up on the wife of the town's leading citizen, I've always been fascinated with human behavior. Not what they tell; what they DO. My serendipity encounter with the lovers that day occurred after I myself had become "involved" (we hide behind words, too, you know) with another local lady. Inasmuch as I was fourteen, she in her forties, both trystings were closely kept secrets. That wasn't on my account, actually - I wanted to tell everybody.

Of course, as my paramour had made very clear, you just don't DO that! When I had begun investigating on my own newspaper stories and those things "everybody knows," I came gradually to understand why it is that human beings demand privacy. It's always to cover their mistakes and sins. Oh, there ARE things like being too fat, having warts, and petty twaddle like that, but in every instance I can think of, "privacy" means hiding something. Otherwise, like an adolescent stud who's screwing the most beautiful woman in town, who also happens to be three times his age, you'd broadcast it to the wide world.

Once out of the Army, and in business as a PI and insurance company investigator, I learned just how right my boyhood suspicions had been. Peyton Place is in the heart and head of anybody who isn't brain-dead, and that means it's in every corner and crevice of society, and at all levels of business and government. More, society here in the Land of the Free has come to make appearance of absolute perfection - meaning, in this case, infallibility - the sine qua non of existence. In capitalist "America," where virtually nothing is more important than one's job, one does not admit - or permit to be discovered - an error. You lose either any chance of promotion or the job.

And that answers most of the "tvnewslies'" question. Washington - the U.S. Congress, the White House, and the bureaucracy that surrounds both - is a super-heated place, the "heat" coming from the fire of greed and lust for power burning in each member. George W. Bush, our ne'er-do well raised to the highest office in the nation, has already earned his place in history as the President who would not admit a mistake.

"REPORTER: 'Thank you, Mr. President. In the last campaign, you were asked a question about the biggest mistake you'd made in your life, and you used to like to joke that it was trading Sammy Sosa. You've looked back before 9-11 for what mistakes might have been made. After 9-11, what would your biggest mistake be, would you say, and what lessons have you learned from it?'

"BUSH: 'I wish you would have given me this written question ahead of time, so I could plan for it. [Laughter.] John, I'm sure historians will look back and say, gosh, he could have done it better this way, or that way. You know, I just -- I'm sure something will pop into my head here in the midst of this press conference, with all the pressure of trying to come up with an answer, but it hadn't yet.'

"'I would have gone into Afghanistan the way we went into Afghanistan. Even knowing what I know today about the stockpiles of weapons, I still would have called upon the world to deal with Saddam Hussein. See, I happen to believe that we'll find out the truth on the weapons. That's why we've sent up the independent commission. I look forward to hearing the truth, exactly where they are. They could still be there. They could be hidden, like the 50 tons of mustard gas in a turkey farm.'"

How about that? Is there any rational human being who has paid any attention since the beginning of Operation Iraqi Freedom who believes that our Malapropping and mumbling Chief hasn't made any mistakes? How about "Mission Accomplished" on the deck of the Abraham Lincoln (on the other hand, maybe we don't know what the "mission" he was talking about was)? Uh-uh. "American" "leaders" don't admit mistakes. During the lead-up to the war - during U.S. interdiction of air traffic in "no-fly zones" over Iraq - we shot down one of our own helicopters, but no one made a mistake. With as many as twenty million aliens having come across our border with Mexico, all of whom claim to be here to do hard work and pay taxes, no one has made a mistake (how do you file a w-2 form as an illegal alien and not get caught, if no one has made a mistake?).

Among the most familiar expressions to be associated with government in the Land of the Free and the Nation of Laws (a proposition demanding that we swear - or affirm - to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth), is "damage control." "Damage Control," like "plausible denial," and "we can find no record that . . .," is or means a lie and/or lying. You do not admit a mistake. During the seventeen years that I operated intensively against the United States Government in order to obtain evidence I could use to defend myself, I infiltrated government installation and offices across the nation, and dozens of times. My duel with federal security systems was one so challenging and entertaining that I made a game of it. At length, I began to leave my "Knight Errant" business card at the place that was the heart - or the private parts - of the fortress. Not once did any of these loyal "Americans," those paragon guardians of our nation's secrets and security, report their having been penetrated and compromised.

When you're looking for explanations for what happened, and how it could have happened, on 9-11, there's another one for you to consider, huh? And how many people got fired after those much-ballyhooed hearings into the debacle? Of course not - NOBODY MADE ANY MISTAKES!

Now that I get to thinking, I wrote about it all a while ago, right here on the Mongoose Trick page.

"Recently," I wrote, "FoxNews military analyst Colonel David Hunt commented on a recent demonstration of how poorly a Homeland Security Agency exercise had gone. Asked by the host why the agency - and by obvious implication, I thought, the federal government in general - fails so miserably, the colonel said, 'Nobody gets fired.'
"Bingo! And nobody gets fired because a public mostly dead between the ears doesn't demand it. That's due a number of things, none more effective than the relentless mind-control and behavioral conditioning science wielded by a fourth estate that has been co-opted by the very government it is supposed to oversee. There are hundreds of recent examples, but the latest revelation of crime by Emperor Bush, that of ignoring the Fourth Amendment, is easily the most revealing and probative. This is, in fact, probably the most concerted damage-control effort ever brought to bear in U.S. History. In my six decades of watching the news, I have never seen or heard more downright asinine and bizarre defenses raised by White House supporters, nor commentary by supposed opponents as inept and feckless. This is so obvious that as proof of theories having to do with the "dumbing down" of nation it is absolutely conclusive. Anyone who doesn't see this as the forensic and polemic equivalent of pro wrestling is braindead.

"The media assault on the public's right to know and sanity reached its zenith last night (or the night before - like I said, I've been out of it for days) with Fox Business (anybody who takes this guy's financial advice doesn't have both oars in the water, that's sure) Analyst Stuart Varney's belligerent and bewildered insistence that persons who reported that the President had committed a crime should be prosecuted for having done so.

"That, my dear sir, turns the concept of law and order on its head. A crime to report a crime! Good grief! How Uriah Heepian can you get? How un-American?'

"'Nobody gets fired.' There you have it. No matter what people in government do, they are never held accountable. That's either criminally or civilly - meaning you can't sue them, either. Even for murder. See: http://www.fff.org/freedom/fd0303d.asp Or see my book, where there are dozens more like that one. This kind of lawsuit is frequently referred to by lawyers as a "Bivens Action," after a guy who somehow managed to successfully sue "Six agents of the Federal Narcotics Bureau" after the latter brutalized without warrant or even reasonable suspicion Webster Bivens, his wife, and family. The Super Court was evidently having a fleeting flash of wisdom - or common decency, even - that day, because in 12,000 subsequent such suits, just four resulted in success for the plaintiff. Nobody in government ever pays for their wrongs, either. ISN'T IT ODD THAT YOU DON'T KNOW THAT?

"Operate any other organization, any business, or group endeavor like this and you will have what we have in Washington, D.C. Spastic confusion. Remember this?

“'At Ruby Ridge, federal agents shot in the back and killed a child’s dog, shot in the back and killed the fleeing child as well, and then blew off the head of that child’s mother . . . even after a cover-up was discovered, the federal government refused to prosecute the killers. At Waco, the government . . . roasted twenty-two children like wieners on a spit and cremated more than fifty adults in the same inferno. Yet no federal officers were prosecuted.” Gerry Spence, Esq. –'Give me Liberty.'

"Of course, that's a quote from "Letters," my book, and it represents only a small sample of what I'm talking about. And FoxNews' White House toady Varney is a microcosm of the public that has brought us to this sorry state. More about that tomorrow. I'm bushed, still not over this cold (I hope). Oh, before I quit, here's a quote from Mark Twain that comes to mind having listened to the pundits lately: 'There never was a just war, never an honorable one, on the part of the instigator of the war. Statesman will invent cheap lies, putting the blame on the nation that is attacked, and every man will be glad of those conscience-soothing falsities . . ., and thus he will by and by convince himself that the war is just and will thank God for the better sleep he enjoys after this process of grotesque self-deception.'"

Nobody gets fired. Nobody admits a mistake. There's you answer to why we never know the truth.

Oh, but there's one more thing. We never know the truth for another reason, that being that persons like the fellow who wanted to know why there was "absolutely" (I think he said) no airplane wreckage at the Pentagon after the 757 "supposedly" hit it. The fact is, and he would have known, had he taken even a little care to learn it - or if he had no hidden agenda, intended to deceive his fellows - that there was wreckage all over the place. Here's the first thing I came upon when I clicked it up on Google:
http://www.abovetopsecret.com/pages/911_pentagon_757_plane_evidence.html
We don't get the truth because we don't really want it that badly. If we knew the truth, there would be an obligation - among honorable people, and real patriots, that is - to DO something. Bertrand Russell, the great mathematician and philosopher put it eminently well, "If," he observed, "a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on the slightest evidence. The origin of myths is explained in this way."

Truth is like winning, victory. If you want it badly enough to go for it, you'll get it a lot more often than not; and you'll get it pretty much in proportion to how badly you want it. There's a corollary to that, and it's just as true: if you wait for somebody to bring the truth to you, you'll get it just about as often as you would anything else you want so badly.

I try to make people think. I hope I've done that here.

All this crap about "poor, 'undocumented' Mexicans who just want to work . . .," and the craven scumsucker low-lifes who profit by the crime of hiring them. Then, too there are the following - order not necessarily reflecting degree of my contempt for them:

1. Phony, posturing political demagogues who seek to play both ends against the middle - that's those of us who play the damned rules and obey the law (odious and hateful as it may be) - to pretend concern for the alien criminals already here, all the while professing sanctimoniously their interest in our national security. Already having sold out what little of congress's honor remained - it wouldn't make you blink if you got it in your eye - by pandering outrageously to the special interest represented by illegal Cuban aliens here, these two-faced wonder windbags are now looking for Mexican interests to fellate. Even outright treason isn't as hideously hypocritical as this. Christ! - what a disgusting lot - they and the nation that tolerates them. What ever happened to the tar and feathers party of yesteryear?
"Poor Mexicans? Where the hell were all these bleeding hearts when some of their own - me and mine - were reduced to even worse poverty - by the same government that's so damned concerned for their welfare ? I can help the Mexicans, too. I can teach them how to search for coins in parking lots and along curbing. I can teach them which wild plants are edible, and how to determine the are so. I can help Jose and Maria learn to evade official notice - that by a guy who was being hunted to kill, rather than deport. I can show you how to sleep in the outdoors, where and how to pitch a tent in less than two minutes against a downpour, and fifty things more. I can teach you how to survive both the blistering and stifling heat of the desert and the cutting and paralyzing cold of a mountain blizzard. I can tell you, like I said, because the same government willing to let you - a criminal alien - do just about as you damned please was willing to destroy me - me, a citizen who was born here, lived and worked here to pay more than a million dollars in taxes and kill for it in combat.
I can tell you that if you trust a government that will betray its own people for you, you're a damned fool. If you trust a yanqui capitalist not to sell you out when the time is ripe, estás loco de remate, estupido. If you're a woman and anything but butt-ugly, you're going to have to put out to the first jefe or government official who finds out you're "undocumented." You'll spread 'em for el gerente norteamericano, or go back to Méjico. And anyone who knows you're willing to come here knowing that knows you're willing to do what it takes to stay here.

2. Arrogant Loud-mouth, jock-snuffer warmongers like Rush Limbaugh, the crowd on FoxNews, Late Night Talk Radio, and others elsewhere, who - never having served a damned day under arms, much less ever having gone in harm's way for the nation that has given them favored position and status - beat the drums of war for others far less fortunate to march to. Talk about disgusting! There again, even more disgusting is the garbage-eater society and nation that lends these Uriah Heeps for Washington and the White House an ear. Stay out of my way, gentlemen - if you ever come within reach, I will throw you so hard you'll stick to the floor like a fucking bug. You are beyond a doubt the lowest form of life I've ever had the extreme displeasure to suffer.

3. The relentless repetition of "news" having to do with some woman from Splatter bottom, Arkansas or the like having allegedly been raped. This is national news? Who the hell cares? Worse is the utterly vapid utterings of the female "experts" foisted upon the viewing audience by media women like Greta van Susteren, who mouth one example of feminist's codeword and jargon after another in furthering their bubble-headed political agendas. How the hell, for instance, does a woman get "vaginal bruising" from rape? What utter nonsense! Never in all my years of having sex have I ever seen, even heard of, a woman having getting her snatch bruised from sex. As a private investigator who handled a number of rape cases, and investigated dozens more, I never heard of such a thing. When a woman has a baby through that thing, it doesn't get "bruised." How the hell would the woman get "bruised?" What we have is another term to add to the steadily growing lexicon of Malaprop nonsense being infused into our language by irrational members of the gender whose reality has become almost entirely one of rhetoric. You know - "Let's talk." Like "abortion" to euphemize "killing," "male chauvinist" the pejorative of "masculine," "power rape" to mean she got carried away and now regrets - or wants to take advantage, and the rest, "vaginal bruises" seeks to take us further down the rabbit hole of feminist rhetorical reality where we've already been dragged. What we also have - more to the point - is feminism trying to arrogate its bubble-headed attitudes on a prosecutor. And a nation.

4. Oil companies who, given billions and billions - something like seventy-five at last count - of subsidies and tax breaks by the taxpayer, now uses any excuse whatever - latest, hurricanes Katrina and Rita - to gauge the public for even more. Any other time anyone contributed that kind of money, he'd own controlling interest in the companies in question. Any other time a company wanted to get seventy-five billion in capital, it would have to sell interest to do it. Thanks to the soliciting for prostitution we euphemistically call "lobbying," it doesn't work that way in the Nation of Laws. The taxpayer pays both at the pump and on April 15. Sweet for the oil companies, the green weenie for the taxpayer motorist.

5. Ann Coulter, she of the high-as-hell-on-"uppers" wild eyes, razor tongue, and vapid Oceania-like rhetoric. The wonder is that people like this so much as get an audience. The latest is something about how people of the political persuasion opposed to hers - I assume, perhaps too much, that she has any real interest in her nation and its government at all - must worship the devil. Check those eyes: who do YOU think is more likely to have had recent commerce with the devil? Just shut the hell up, bitch. I watch O'Reilly, Hannity, and Fox for entertainment, just go to another channel when your serving up your latest bed-pan of panty-hose pontification.

6. FoxNews "analysts" like the colonels and generals who come on to tell us everything is just peachy in Iraq. With roughly one-third the troop numbers we need, surrounded and unable to move freely without taking numerous casualties, the country we've gone to "liberate" having sunk into anarchy and civil war (oops, we haven't declared THAT kind of war, either) or whatever euphemism for that we've come up with lately; with nation's infrastructure operating a half capacity, internecine murder and atrocity the rule of the day, and the Iran now determined to arm itself with nuclear weapons on account of the lesson we're teaching with it all, everything is great. Two and two are five, twelve and twelve are thirty, a billion dollars is pocket change compared to what we're doing for Iraq, and if you don't understand that, it's just because you're not an analyst. Thank god for that.

7. Television and newsprint liberals for whom everybody is good, everything is good, and everything that isn't is conservatives' fault.

8. Television and newsprint liberals for whom everybody is bad, everything is bad, and everything that isn't bad is conservatives' fault.

9. A nation that listens to these morons.

10. A President who looks you right in the eye and says "We - is that the papal "we?" - found the weapons of mass destruction, blames on the CIA - that means it has to have been the papal "we," doesn't it? - the fact of there having been none there to find, and continues to posture as though "we" might still find the WMDs. That all the while possessed of satellite and other intelligence capable of reading car license plates, detecting individual nervous system patterns, and mapping underground rivers from outer space - and ignoring the fact that no one has yet managed to build any kind of WMD with anything less that a factory the size of a small city. Christ what a liar! What a pack of idiots it takes to believe that kind of liar! Now that I think of it, that must be the same people who listen to Ann Coulter.

11. People who by virtue of huge salaries and incomes - for doing such magnificently ingenious, skilled, powerful, and history-shaping things as stand on a stage to sing and shake your ass, or pontificate (somehow, that word seems appropriate for describing today's punditry more and more often) self-importantly to the public from the rostrum of a climate-controlled TV studio or newsroom provided by electronic media or newsprint, play silly kids' games like basketball, baseball, or football, and fifty more things similar - pretend to be worth and deserving of their income and social position - they "earned" it. B-a-a-a-r-f! I've covered a number of these self-made monuments to capitalistic resourcefulness' butts as a bodyguard and security specialist, such that I can tell you they wouldn't last a week in a reality like the wilderness, the mean streets, or combat. The simple fact is that none of these twits has an IQ higher than any ordinary citizen. Most of these champions of capitalism, matter of fact, are so stupid they don't know a mule from a mole. Few can do the simplest algebra equations, certainly not calculus, and the logical process of problem solution is completely beyond them. When anything in their hothouse flower environment goes wrong, they pick up the phone and call someone who makes peanuts by comparison for help. Few could so much as plant a garden, let alone a crop. As a group or class, they have almost no real knowledge of history or literature; in fact, almost no one among them has ever read a book from cover to cover. To this bunch of dependent - and that's what they really are, you know - losers, everything of real worth is translated into money.
The lot of them is like multi-million dollar a year baseball "stars" - who couldn't make it to the quarter finals in the World Baseball classic lately. What do you think we should call the World Series THIS year?

12. Illegal aliens - who call themselves "undocumented workers" (man, I have also had a belly full of this lying by euphemism horseshit!), come to this country to wave their Mexican flag, throw shitty toilet paper in the restroom corner, form gangs and rage around the country mugging people (save it, liberal - I've had them try it several times) and under-bidding yanqui independent building and repair contractors (save - that also happened to me, personally), and drive like demented morons (save it again - on one twelve mile stretch of highway here in Texas, there are thirteen "descansos," where more than twenty people - all Hispanics; Anglos don't leave "descansos" - lost their lives. Having earned the yanqui dollar, they send it home to Mexico - by the millions and millions. It pisses me off to see the State Farm Mutual commercial where the woman is in serious trouble - a two or three hundred dollar fine, most places - because she doesn't have her f------ insurance card, but a Mexican alien without his green card is offered amnesty.

That'll have to do for the day - got to go to judo practice. I've "vented." Feels good. Still, like I've said, I want the government to fall, so I hope you go right on doing what you're doing. Be sure you DO listen to the pundits, even nutcases like Ann Counter. By all means, DO believe your sorry-ass liar of a president. I hope the government gives amnesty to all twenty million aliens here for Mexico, and that they turn everywhere they are into more of that magnificent bastion of democracy, industry, and the law-abiding country whose magnificence they ran away from. I hope the oil companies raise the price of gasoline at the pump to five dollars (things will begin to shut down at about $4.00), and the government gives them another $75,000,000,000 in tax breaks and "oil depletion allowances." I hope the looney-bin brains like Hannity, Limbaugh, Coulter, and the rest stir up your popinjay militarism until you declare war on everybody who won't capitulate to your every whim and fancy. They'll teach you a lesson that will make 9-11 seem like a popcorn fart. THEN maybe you'll wise the hell up. That's what it will take.

Oh, yeah - and I hope you keep paying steroid-gorging, strutting and preening phonies like the crowd who humiliated the U.S. at the World Baseball Classic a hundred dollars and more for a ticket, just like I hope you keep driving the price of gas higher by driving that gas-guzzler SUV ninety miles an hour. It'll also speed along what's coming. Besides, there are too many of us, already.