One day She for short asked me if I was left handed. I am not, and was not using my left hand in any way that would warrant such a question. I pointed out that I was using my right hand as the dominant hand and asked why she thought to ask the question. She just wondered, then said, “Perhaps the right hand doesn’t know what the left hand is doing.” This might be a good time to point out that in the dark side cults that worship dark side characters like Set and Satan call their practice following the left hand path. I think it is time to wrap the knuckles on the left hand. What makes them think the right hand doesn’t know what they are up to? Watch me now. I believe She has given me just enough time to do that.
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I apologize for not getting this on my blog yesterday. Things got busy just after the train wreck, in which I was literally involved. No worries. It was nothing more than a quick stop. I’m fine.
I had been planning on getting to my blog sooner however, to share the following bit of trivia. One of the first customers to greet me in the morning said nothing, but he wore a black T-shirt that said, “I’m Gonna Shank a Bitch.” I guess he doesn’t know that it should be “going to,” it should be, “I’m Going to Shank a Bitch.” I really shouldn’t talk. I’ve been informed, more than once, that quotation marks should not be used as emphasis. Anyway, I thought I might share that they are adding another possible weapon to the mix. I suspect that these scared children are hoping they can scare me to death. I wouldn’t count on it if I were you. Stick with the playing pieces that came with the board game. I mean, what does a “scare” look like, the famous painting “The Scream”? I have a Facebook following. I checked the personal page of one of my new followers and found a post with the title, “Obama Mocks the Resurrection of Jesus, Watch David Cameron Set Him Straight.” My follower lead into this share with the comment, “clone on right (Pres. Obama) is ripe for the picking...”
I have serious doubts as to whether this follower has read my book. On page 23 of Save Me, I’m Yours, I tell about my sister-in-law threatening me with “is the fruit ripe yet? I think it is.” On page 284 I tell about an encounter with another survivor who asked if I had been threatened. When I said I had but not literally, she said, “Oh no, they won’t. They’ll just carry on a conversation in front of you and ask, ‘Is the fruit ripe yet?’” It’s stunning how frequently I get confirmation that I nailed it. This cult is consistently found to provoke religious, especially Christian, fanaticism. Obama is a Christian. Doubting the details of the resurrection is the right of every American, as long as we have religious freedom. Let’s not lose it to these, not as underground as they may think, Nazis. Hitler’s Positive Christianity, was spawned straight from the Black Order of the S.S.. Don’t you forget it. When She for Short left the position she had with a previous company she stomped out angry because she did not get her way. She had already been written up for insubordination, or so she says. Perhaps She has a tendency to project.
She for short tells the story of the time she asked her coworker to put the kitchen knife down that her coworker was waving at her, or she would kick her coworker in the chest. She kicked her coworker in the chest. We have a curtesy rule in the kitchen. When carrying a knife we are to warn those around us, “behind you with a knife.” I am noticing that the other employees enjoy using this warning when they bring the knives to the sink from behind me as I stand at the sink. I seem to be the only one provided this curtesy. A few days ago a friend of She’s in uniform, came to return the old rusty open blade box cutter he had borrowed. She told him he could keep it. He joked about how he would be sure to file off the serial number before he killed someone with it so that it could not be traced back to her, and thanked her for the blade. One day a woman asked to borrow our scissors to open a package. While she was away using the scissors one of my coworkers told about the time a customer asked to borrow scissors to open the package to a knife he had purchased. He then used the knife to stab another customer. My coworker demonstrated the stabbing and informed me that it could be dangerous to loan out scissors. On Easter She for short discussed the fact that knives keep disappearing from our kitchen. Perhaps she should get a lock box for them. We only have three of our Dexter knives left. She showed me her hands Easter morning. She had a sliver and a cut in the palm of her hand that was split from being dry and cold. She just couldn’t get warm on Easter. Easter morning She for Short started the day with a revelation regarding her previous employment at a doctor’s office. It was not the first time she told me about how she had refused to falsify a patient document, and was fired for her insubordination. Easter morning she added that the doctor’s wife for whom she worked did not like her much and had accused her “of shit” she says she was not guilty of. She tells us that the doctor’s wife was just jealous because the doctor liked her, and had been very generous. The doctor’s wife’s attitude toward her when she quit was, “good riddance.” She for short seems to be having trouble with a schedule request I have had in place for the past five months, which she has been kind enough to respect, until recently. My schedule request seems to have become an issue for her since the time she informed me that she has been instructed to punish employees who do not do as she says, by docking hours and mangling their schedule. I asked her what sort of behavior might warrant such a punishment. She does not have an answer. She for short asked me on Easter, after confirming her understanding, “So it’s just you and your sister now? Does your sister have children?” I suppose it was an innocent enough line of conversation. It felt like a threat regardless. Perhaps it’s just me, or perhaps it is just She. I wished I had not allowed her to provide a ride for me to my sister’s house on an earlier date. “No, my sister does not have children to entertain for Easter,” I responded. They went out of town. She for short told us again on Easter the story about how she got into a horrible fight with a worker at Costco when she went there to pick up some medication. The woman was “like a Nazi,” because She was using her mother’s membership card, but her mother was not there. She had been caught in the employee area. How should she know she was doing anything wrong? She was just lost. One day She noted to me her awareness that I did not have insurance, and asked what I planned to do about obtaining my medication. I informed her that I was not terribly concerned. Costco has a really cool pharmacy policy. Many times the medications are quite affordable even without insurance. I told her about Costco’s lifesaving pharmacy prices, and that the pharmacy in our store would match Costco’s prices. I told her how I had used this method in the past when I did not have insurance. I also informed her that I do have insurance. She asked what company I had a policy with. I told her, unfortunately, Humana. Perhaps I underestimated the resources available to those in the ranks of my enemy. There was a time my Verizon bill spiked to $500, for no valid reason. I was told my jetpack had kept updating and using data. I needed to turn my jetpack off when I was not using it. It had been an easy enough fix, but Colonel Mustard had warned me earlier that month that “they” could create spikes in bills that would be justified as mistakes, and paid for by trusting customers. Customers are trapped in contracts, and lack resources to fight large corporations for a price not quite worth the fight. When I went to pick up my medication on Friday, I discovered that my insurance could not be used at their pharmacy. My medications would be $1,000, nearly my monthly income. I would have to go to Walmart where Humana has a contract. I asked them to match Costco. They informed me that my medication was not on their list for this practice. I was stunned. My medication had not changed. They had done this before for me. I transferred my prescription to Walmart. Monday, I went to pick up my prescription at Walmart. Walmart informed me that my medication is not on the list of medications covered by my insurance. The medication would be $800.00. I called my insurance company and explained that they would do well to cover my medication rather than pay the hospital bill when I had a break because I am not on my medication. Then they would still need to decide if they wanted to provide the medication necessary to restore my health. It reminds me of the threat Hitler made toward those who might not vote for him. Those who refused to be Nazi would “be the bloody enemy, no more to be helped.” Today it would seem there are Nazis in influential positions within our medical insurance corporations. Socialism is sounding better and better all the time, as long as We the People are deciding the distribution of wealth, and We the People are not brainwashed into believing we owe allegiance to “the divine right of kings,” or overly concerned with the threat that providing enough food for the children of single mothers working 40 hours a week might cut into the profits of the wealthy. I won’t tell you who to quote as being concerned that this form of poverty should not be cured “on the backs of the wealthy.” Yes, She is currently interested in mangling my schedule. I know I have mentioned that maintaining sleep patterns is vital to maintaining my health and preventing a manic episode, and that creating a break might be a goal of a group interested in discrediting me. I suspected that Miss Scarlet may have held this candlestick at one time, if you recall. I would like to note that as this post is written, I still have access to medication. So, will it be She with a candlestick or He with a knife, or serial number free blade, or perhaps the revolver? Let’s not forget the revolver or rope. It’s fascinating how this is unfolding. I truly would not have suspected She of being connected to the cult I have exposed, even though She has been a nightmare from the beginning. She had participated in hiring me in the first place. I have simply assumed that the abuse I have endured at her hands was an unrelated personality flaw in someone unworthy of her position. The story of her father’s fixation with the swastika peaked my interest. Her “working relationship” with Don-Dexter, and love of raw meat added to my inclination to make her post worthy. Then there was her active threats, and her interest in my medication and her Costco story. Now she blames her splintered and split hand on the pruning of trees on Easter eve. For now we can chalk up these quirks of hers, to the threat I pose of exposing her unethical practices at work, rather than any involvement in the dangerous cult guilty of creating split personalities in children. We can chalk up her changing make-up techniques to allergies to makeup, as she claims, I suppose. It’s fascinating how this is unfolding. It may be that this cult works by simply utilizing members, assets, and manipulated citizens, within the positions and professions they currently hold. I have already stated this after all. They utilize the professions of those they manipulate: nurses, doctors, politicians and morticians, security officers and…. It would seem we are surrounded. They sit next to us in our church pews, our places of employment, and in our government. Even I keep forgetting the possibilities of such an organization, with manipulated folks in pharmacies, and carrying food handler permits. She should really learn to wear her hair net properly. Don’t you think? Did you know that red mold in cheese can be very dangerous to the health of children, the elderly, and those with weakened immune systems? “And they went up on the breadth of the earth, and compassed the camp of the saints about, and the beloved city: and fire came down from God out of heaven, and devoured them.” – Revelations 20:9 My sister tried to warn me that it would be too much of a struggle to try to remain in the position I am, “Look where staying got Tammy!” she snapped. “Yes, just look. Tammy still has her job,” I responded. I had to admit, inwardly, that I know that Tammy is struggling within a hostile work environment, just as I am. What my sister is missing, is that there is no escape. There will be a hostile work environment wherever a survivor, or an advocate, may go. It was unkind of me to involve an advocate, or my sister for that matter, but I know that Tammy is a fighter like me. I wish my warrior friend all the medication she needs, the retirement she deserves, and an opportunity to spit in the eye of her harassers, whether she is inclined to use the opportunity or not. I don’t believe Tammy is inclined to spit in people’s eyes. Neither am I, but it sure feels good to say it sometimes, doesn’t Tammy? We hope our harassers will find tears of their own, without our help. In a wiser moment we (Tammy and I) wish all the therapy they need to annihilate their brainwashing, if I may speak for my friend, with whom I may not speak. I can provide a small bit of personal history provided by, and about, She for Short. She is bloodline, of German decent. Her father traced and painted a giant swastika on his wall. She is much easier to deal with when she doesn’t wear her eyeliner along the edge of her top lid, but still catty. She asked me to rescue her from any conversations she might be trapped in with Don, then changed her mind. Now she tells me Don is alright. They have established a “good working relationship.” The issue She has with me, is that I am very aware of the unethical activity she is engaged in at work. She says I “would have to be able to prove it.” She forgets, I spent six years in a career based in the art of proving it. She asked me if I knew what a hostile work environment is like. I didn’t know whether she was referring to the hostile work environment she was threatening to arrange for me, or complaining about the constant indication that I am aware of her unethical practices.
Some who care about me feel I should find another job, and leave this ugly alone. She for Short has the power to cause considerable havoc in my life, and is actively engaged in providing for me, a hostile work environment. Some who care about me, don’t like the sound of revenge in my voice when I tell them I plan to “take her down.” I suppose they are right. I should change my heart. I should recognize that it is simply a matter of stopping evil in its tracks even for the sake of the evil doer. After all, it is highly likely she has been trained for evil through exquisitely sadistic mind control methods. I should consider those possibilities and fill my heart with compassion for her, as I take her down. As for the concern for me in the voices of those who care for me, it’s who I am. I fight. I do not do victim, and I do not believe in leaving those in power who are inclined to victimize. Deal with it. TW: TW, is short for “trigger warning.” What I am about to write needs to begin with a trigger warning for survivors. What I am about to write here is a depiction of what goes on during Easter for ritual abuse survivors. I provide this so that those in the public seeking to understand, support survivors, and join an effort to put an end to these atrocities will have an opportunity to fully understand the issue. Survivors are individuals, each with a unique way of healing, and each at a different point in their healing. For some this message will be too soon. For others it may be painful, but helpful in recovering memories and validating their own experience. For others it may be old news and simply a history they prefer to leave in the past. Whatever your place as a reader, now you know what to expect and you may make an informed choice as to whether you wish to read on.
This Easter, and every Easter since my niece asked about eyeballs, all holidays have taken on a dark and painful feel. I know what my loved ones may be enduring. Easter, in the Christian tradition, is a celebration of the resurrection of Jesus. It is a celebration of new life, in both the Christian and the Pagan tradition. For the Pagans they appreciate the goddess of spring, Ostara. The cult that is guilty of the ritual abuse atrocities committed against my family pervert religious holidays. Survivors who describe being buried alive in coffins and shallow graves as children, sometimes with dead bodies, and or spiders are remembering the Easter celebrations of their cult involved families. One survivor who told me about the events of this holiday said that she had a relative who did not survive this burial ritual. She believed he died of fright. Easter is a mockery of the resurrection. Easter is a mockery of new life. Children are told to go ahead and pray to Jesus, and hope that he will save them as they a buried. When they are rescued from their night of terror by the very adults who placed them there, they will be mocked if they prayed. They are told that Jesus will never save them. They belong to Satan. The cult members will be the only ones who will save them. This creates a sort of perverted bonding with their cult family. The message is that survival is dependent on cult loyalty. There are survivors who have witnessed people being crucified. I think of my nephew staring into the backyard at Easter time and saying, “we slept outside last night.” It had been far too cold, for any sane humans, to make children sleep outside. I think of my niece, with her diabetes that needs to be monitored so closely at night. Holidays are a time I feel survivor guilt, and can barely restrain myself from running in with hopes of saving the day. Holidays, such as Easter, are a very painful time of year. Holidays I sit with my survivor friends, and listen to their pain and night terrors. Holidays I wish for relief from ignorance, and a future where children are all safe in warm beds and loved by all their village. Beautiful flowers, and a celebration of life to you all. Happy Easter, and I do mean happy, warm, and safe. It has been a while since I added to the game of clue. The time has come to watch my back, and as I have said before, my blog is open to the public, and there are interested parties who read it. Jason has moved along. Don, has found an ally, in a position of power. They discuss books like “The Road,” and she offers that she liked to eat raw meat from the fridge as a child. I asked if her mother told her she would get worms, the way my mother did when I ate raw cookie dough. She wears her makeup differently day to day and I sometimes wonder who she is going to be. I can always be sure, she is another nemesis. She told me so early on. I believed her, but I didn’t suspect she had such a strong link to the Illuminati, NWO, Nazi nuts I have been encountering, until recently. I have had a hard time convincing myself that there might be a link, considering her position.
I might call her, she who must be obeyed, she devil, or just, she for short. No, I’m not afraid. She for short is a threat to me mostly because I am a threat to her. I am a threat to her. People should really keep their noses clean around me. I’m a notorious tattle tell. She doesn’t know how, to clean her nose. Phillips, M. & O’Brien, C. (1995). TRANCE Formation of America: The True Life Story of a CIA Mind Control Slave by Cathy O’Brien with Mark Phillips, Guntersville, AL: Reality Marketing, Incorporated.
p.1 Mark Phillips – As the employee of a DOD subcontractor with exposure to mind-control research, I was required to sign an oath of secrecy…. among other “sensitive” exposures, a U.S. DOD subcontractor in mind-control research. p.9 I would soon be working for the Ampex Corporation and with the U.S. Department of Defense in a civilian capacity. The defense work closely associated me with top research scientists working in the area of primate and human behavior modification…. The sites included teaching hospitals, state mental institutions, military bases, National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) facilities, and the Yerkes Primate Center. The secrets I had learned so well concerning powers of persuasion, both conscious and subliminal, had long since become a functioning part of my mind’s arsenal of defensive and offensive tools of control. p.14 (He is told about program codes using telephone ring and Biblical passages. He worked with and got his information from CIA operatives.) p.15 …I had remembered the Nazi mind-control research performed under Himmler’s command on the families of north European multi-generational Satanists. Christianity, particularly Catholicism, was Himmler’s pick of the religions’ litter for targeting “Chosen Ones” for his hideous mind-control experiments. These Chosen Ones were to be the robotic leaders of Hitler’s New World Order. (Now this I believe. Given my research.) p.19 During this five-month period, with Kelly in school and no telephone to distract us, I began intensifying my deprogramming efforts with Cathy. Most days, our work started the moment we returned home from taking Kelly to school. As soon as Kelly was in bed at night, after dinner and homework, we resumed our “sessions”. We worked like this day and night, seven days a week, focused intensely on the deprogramming process, until I would pass out from exhaustion around three o’clock in the morning. In spite of reporting to the FBI that I was a hypnotist, I knew that if the FBI and CIA could prove through my admissions I was using hypnosis on Cathy, her testimony in court would be worthless. Therefore, the threat of reprisal from the CIA was averted. In fact, through my own intensive research of hypnotherapy I learned how to control Cathy’s trance states. I regarded it as unhypnotizing her. Cathy understood and agreed that, in order for her to have absolute control of her mind, she must place total trust in me and the therapy regime. 1.) I maintained a constant vigil to ensure Cathy’s physical and psychological safety from all outside influences. 2.) ...(4) We devoted many hours to “intellectual discussions” of Cathy’s learned religious beliefs and they were “logically” debunked, just as if I were explaining how the illusions of a magician’s tricks worked to confuse reality. 3.) (5) No expression of emotion by Cathy would be permitted during the memory recovery and journaling process. I never asked her “how does that make you feel?” (This IS mind control! Hello! Keep subject isolated from all outside influence. Keep them exhausted. Never allow them time to process, only accept. Use hypnosis. They were isolated in Alaska.) p.20 Cathy was not allowed to read books, newspapers, or magazines, to watch TV, or to discuss with Kelly anything she recalled. I often wondered if I had fallen in love with Cathy as a result of my developing the psychological malady known as the Stockholm syndrome. (FYI, Stockholm syndrome it the phenomenon of a prisoner falling into total admiration for their captor. It would be Cathy falling under the spell of Stockholm syndrome, not Mark, who controlled everything.) p.21 (Mark got his books to use on Cathy from Anchorage Public Library under the direction of a secret operative.) - “Have you read any good books by Dr. Milton Erickson lately?” I replied, “No, but I am checking out one by (psychiatrist) Dr. William S. Kroger entitled Clinical and Experimental Hypnosis.” “Oh, yes,” she said. “I’m a real fan of Dr. Kroger and he is a real fan of Dr. Erickson who you know is considered the father of subliminal mind-control (theory) research. (FYI: Dr. Milton Erickson / Dr. William S. Kroger / Dr. Erickson are NOT good people. They all have histories of being unethical. Using electro “therapy” and while under hypnosis asking female clients to disrobe, etc….) p.22 Mark sought out: Boston “deprogrammer,” an ex-Moonie programmer by the name of Steve Hassen. (FYI, I have read the work of Steve Hassen. Mark did not like Mr. Hassen, because Mr. Hassen recognized that Cathy was being programmed by Mark Phillips and tried to free her. In fact the work of Mr. Hassen outlines the methods of mind control. His outline on mind control would make it clear to any reader that the information I have provided already regarding Mr. Phillips methods of “deprogramming” Cathy, clearly depict the opposite. These are the methods of mind-control, NOT “deprogramming”.) Mark calls himself a “patriot;” As does every other mind control expert - Illuminati-NOW panic spreading nut, with “information” regarding the Illuminati as celebrities and world leaders. p.16 “In retrospect this was the birthing process of evolving from man to patriot p.31 Through armed revolution, we patriots will perish and the emergence of a totally government controlled society will herald in another period of “dark ages”. As a proud gun owner, armed with insider knowledge, I know we are technologically out-gunned. Whereas if we choose to evolve through the challenges to our psyche that developed communication technologies present we can reinstate our Constitution and set our people free. Revolution or Evolution –change in life as we know it is inevitable. Each of us must now take a stand to commit a portion of our individual time and diminishing resources to support the action groups and individuals who are not afraid to work at taking back our government through mass exposure of its crimes. We must seek new leaders who will be committed to doing the most with the least. These leaders share the battle cry that SILENCE DOES (indeed) EQUAL DEATH. (If you’re not scarred yet, you should be. This is precisely the propaganda of the nuts that are committing these mind control atrocities against survivors, like Cathy. They intend to take down our government and reinstate their own “dark ages.” I’m not saying these nuts will succeed, but it’s useful to be aware of their plans. The rest of the book is Cathy’s stories, and I do mean stories, regarding presidents, politicians, and Nashville celebrities. She tells about being raped and going on drug runs. These world elite all have cocaine addictions and the same personality, the one Mark Phillips gave Cathy to give them. They all speak in poor white trash sexual puns. p.78-79 As a result (of Marks “deprogramming”), I have recovered the memories related in this text… (Note: These memories did not come to her because they are her memories. They were given to her, by Mark.) Cathy does NOT describe the methods and experiences that RA/MC survivors describe. I’m sure she was abused and subjected to mind control at the hands of Mark Phillips, but she is not a multigenerational RA/MC survivor. For a clear and accurate depiction of that you might try reading Hell Minus One by Anne Johnson-Davies. BTW: I received a comment on my review of Trance Formations on Goodreads, from the parents of a young girl who is now being mind-controlled by Mark Phillips. They asked me for help. I don’t know what I can do for him, but tell the truth about what I see. It has taken me some time to respond to the “Search Key Phrases” from my statistic pages from a while back. I received a comment, which I deleted, inviting guests to my blog to join the Illuminati, complete with a link. The link was for a twitter page, @TheIlluminati, in case you are interested. It is “The Illuminati Official Account. Follow the Light,” or so they say. They offer, “Want to join the Illuminati? Click the Link Below!” Now the “Search Key Phrases” in my statistics pages reads, “I want to join the illuminati but I have 1 problem im still young… what am ma supos to do?” I suspect little boys like Jason might be interested in such a link. Youth are so easily caught up in fads that distance them from the establishment. Who am I to neglect to acknowledge how easily young pawns can be snatched up. Who knows how far a young man, like Jason for instance, might go to feel they are moving up in a secret organization. Of course this is a joke, or not. It certainly points out the degree to which the Illuminati is becoming a household word. What does it mean?
Another search keyphrase I have not mentioned yet is, “Nazis secretly infiltrated the republican party at the end of ww2.” Well, duh. Yesterday a man on a bike showed up in my world to inform me that he doesn’t work. He is on disability, he informed me. He wouldn’t say what his disability was. He thanked tax payers for working so that he doesn’t have to. He showed off the fancy biking gloves he took from the store where I was headed. He was clean and wore cloths you wouldn’t find at your local thrift store. He was clearly strong and healthy, at least physically.
From my personal experience, I can assure you it is not easy to qualify for government financial help. Through the experiences of loved ones I know that qualifications are stringent for disability and there are many who should qualify who don’t. This man who came into my world to spread the propaganda that there are sociopaths living off the hardworking taxpayers struggling to make enough to feed themselves is a propagandist. Psychopathology is not a qualifying “disability” unless we are counting the free rent of prisons. What sort of interest might this man have in convincing me, and you, that he is a freeloader? What interest would a group have in convincing tax payers that they should really hate “freeloaders” who need government assistance? There are issues with the capitalist system. The most glaring issue is that the wealthiest 1% are not carrying their fair share of the load. Making those who need help appear to be a burden on the working class serves to turn the masses against those in need, and away from the true sociopathic bums, the wealthiest 1%. Those who have likely paid into the system most of their lives already, some of them in the form of sacrifices made for us in the defense of our nation, deserve our help. We all deserve to know that if we find ourselves in need, the help will be there. Taxes are needed to provide the funding for programs we all need and benefit from. The government should be held accountable for how our taxes are spent however. The Nazi government assumed that the power of their position included deciding who will be helped, and only those loyal to their dictator would be helped. Hitler informed the public that those who did not vote for him would “be the bloody enemy …no more to be helped.” This is too much power. We do not live in a dictatorship. Let’s keep it that way, and hold our government accountable for how our taxes are spent, but those on welfare are not the enemy. Our taxes are not being wasted on psychopaths who feel entitled to live high on the hog on the backs of taxpayers. Propaganda insinuating that immigrants just want to live off the taxpayers and do not love America is another attack coming from the group of Nazis who would love to have us all up in arms against those in need, the disabled, and immigrants running from countries where this fight against evil is being lost. There is nothing wrong with being expected to pay taxes. As a tax payer, I am glad to contribute to programs that make life better for all of us. I am glad to contribute to programs that help those who don’t have work, cannot work, are disabled, who need our help. I do not believe this man with the snazzy biking gloves qualified for disability funds. He may qualify for the free rent of a prison. I am happy to pay for this as well when it is needed. Everyone deserves a roof over their head, even criminals. I do feel however, that the top wealthiest 1% deserve to contribute to the needs of the less fortunate in our country. By the way, as long as we are holding our government accountable for the funds we provide, the Central Intelligence Agency uses confidential fiscal and administrative procedures that make them exempt from the usual limitations on the use of federal funds. The CIA is exempted from disclosing its organization, functions, officials, titles, salaries or number of personnel employed. Radio Liberty, the cover for the Nazis our intelligence agencies recruited, was funded by the CIA’s unvouchered funds. Perhaps this would be a good time to add that I believe that many, if not most CIA agents, are loyal Americans fighting for our best interests. I believe that most police officers are dedicated to the best interest of citizens. I believe that most doctors, politicians…. We cannot fight this war by assuming that there is a category of citizens who are exempt from evil, or innocents. |
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