In His Majesty's CIABy J. Robert Smith
So, why did you join the CIA? To be mobster Henry Hill, shoved into an Agency witness protection program? Except, unlike Hill, it isn't you who's being protected. It's the president, higher-ups, and the Agency itself. You -- you're more a prisoner than a pampered witness. Remember the 60s' cult classic Brit TV series, The Prisoner? Once you're in the Agency, you're never out.
You being pressured into signing a nondisclosure agreement with the Agency about that awful night in Benghazi. What was the date? Oh, yes, September 11, 2012. The night U.S. Ambassador Chris Stevens was brutalized and killed by jihadists along with three other valiant Americans. We've learned since that, perhaps, seven of your comrades were also injured, some seriously enough to require hospitalization.
And you being given routine polygraph tests to make certain you're not leaking. That's the sort of leak that a Depend won't catch, but a lie detector test will.
And you shuttled to undisclosed locations regularly, lest snoopers find you, providing you the chance to spill the beans about CIA covert operations out of Benghazi to assist Syrian rebels.
Moreover, what's with changing your name, per the Agency's insistence? Seems you're being erased from the face of the earth. Are you allowed to bring your family with you while touring America? How about your beloved dog, or did the Agency see fit to dispatch Spot? Dogs aren't very convenient and make lots of noise.
Illegal, any arms-running scheme into Syria, and President Obama's fingerprints would have to be all over it. Should it be proved that the president end-ran the law, why, that's grist for the impeachment mill, of the high crimes variety. Impeachment isn't on His Majesty Barack Obama's agenda, though, so he and his lackeys have Agency satraps putting the screws to you.
As Jed Babbin recently wrote for the American Spectator:
That's right. Hill Clinton -- ordained the nation's next savior come January 2017 by NBC Entertainment (more like "Leni Riefenstahl Entertainment") and CNN Internationale -- and General David Petraeus, your old boss, who flung discretion to the wind in an affair of the heart (or groin) while running the Agency, are up on criminal charges if intrepid investigators, congressional and otherwise, force their ways past the administration's and the Agency's stonewalls.
News about Petraeus' amour went public, pushing the laconic general to resign his Agency chiefdom in disgrace -- okay, not in disgrace. What public figure nowadays -- open to blackmail no less -- is disgraced? Unlike you, Petraeus isn't being schlepped around under an alias ("Pa Kettle" for Ol' Dave?) from one Motel 8 to another, from Bayonne to Meridian to Truth or Consequences (hilarious that one, huh?). Petraeus risked the Agency with his tryst, but no cover up ensued (at least one that worked), so the générale is on with his life and lucrative post-government career.
More greatly disturbing than you seeing the U.S.A. in a Chevrolet Volt (government fleet car, of course), are reports of intimidation, with threats, veiled or not, aimed squarely at your family. These reports aren't leg-tingling, but spine-chilling.
Per Frontpage Mag, August 5, 2013:
You doubtlessly learned of the Stasi and KBG in college history classes and through Agency training. The Mob, well, you need only have watched the Biography Channel or History Channel to learn about those goodfellas. None of those hombres messed around, let me tell you. When you bring a guy's family into the picture that's hardball, beyond anything the boobish Chris Matthews can imagine.
Such thuggery seems appropriate for Mother Russia, the GDR, and the Triangle Social Club (hangout of the late Vincent "The Chin" Gigante), but when the nation's premier intelligence and security agency begins threatening your wife and kids, old ma and pa, and bro and sis if you don't cooperate (to use the euphemism), then that's not America anymore. That's "What size jackboots do you want for Christmas?" fodder. That's dangerous slippery-slope stuff, too.
Today the Agency threatens you and your family; tomorrow, it's a shmuck in Des Moines who stumbled on something he shouldn't have stumbled on (maybe sightseeing around Area 51 wasn't such a swell idea).
So you're a CIA operative, sent to Benghazi on a cloak and dagger mission. You went as a patriot and professional, doing your duty to the best of your ability, regardless the suspect nature of the orders. You were on-the-ground in Benghazi when disaster struck, when playing sides in the Syrian civil war met with retaliation, lethal for some and possibly life-changing for you.
How can Americans help you, at least those Americans who care about liberty, the rule of law, and seeing to it that the nation's laws are abided and lawbreakers, low and high, are brought to justice? How to get the Agency's hooks out of you?
How about a legal defense fund on your behalf? Perhaps rewards for information leading to the truth about the CIA's Syrian civil war involvement? And rewards for information on the cover-up that followed, in the White House, at the Agency, and wherever else.
And for once, maybe -- just maybe -- Speaker John Boehner could do more than talk the talk. There's been a hue and cry for a Select Committee on the Benghazi scandal with full subpoena power granted. Subpoenas would shield you and your colleagues at the Agency who want to come forward to tell the truth about Benghazi.
Or congressional conservatives could end-run Boehner.
As Frontpage Mag reports from the aforementioned article:
The first page of the CIA website is titled: "Welcome to..."
As The Prisoner's Number 6 could tell you, once you're welcomed to the "Village," escaping is an entirely different matter. But escape the Agency you must, for your sake and the nation's.
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