When Tom and his “handler” went on a walk Saturday they encountered Missoula’s Pride parade. While they didn’t see themselves as a gay couple, the cat-calls they got emphasized what Missoula was singularly focused on, and it was NOT the presence of smokejumpers who may or may not have been recruited by the CIA.
Here’s a picture of me and Tom, a former smokejumper who told me that he was definitely one of the smokejumpers recruited by the CIA.
While Tom was wearing an Air America hat, his handler was wearing a figurative cloak of anonymity, since he referred to himself as “nobody” and declined to be pictured. When I described my style as a citizen journalist and explained how I spoke to the famous medical examiner, Cyril Wecht, through sheer annoying persistence, Mr. Nobody chuckled and said “You are pretty annoying, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I confirmed, “I’m insufferable”.
One of my hopes for this weekend was to get a CIA agent to sign my book about Jerry Daniels, the Hmong, and the CIA, titled Hog’s Exit, written by Gayle Morrison. Instead, I learned from the CIA couple that Gayle would be on campus later that day to discuss her book in person. Wow, I thought to myself, how that’s something I have to attend, and I did. I even met Gayle Morrison before her presentation and she was kind enough to sign her book for me.
It was nice to be thinking more historically this weekend as Donald Trump proved his REAL fealty is to Israel first, while many in his political base proved they are a-historical retards who don’t understand Iran is the way it is because America engaged in regime change efforts all the way back in the early 50’s in order to protect British oil interests in the region.
It’s weird to see so many alleged AMERICA FIRST voices turn themselves into pretzels for Israel, a nation most discerning thinkers understand give zero fucks about ANY kind of killing as long as it furthers the psychotic Zionist agenda. USS Liberty? JFK? 9/11? If you don’t understand how insane and bloodthirsty Israel is, look up the Sampson Option.
As a hyper-localist who suspects strange alliances will be crucial for future survival, both political parties in this country can go fuck themselves. The same goes for the majority of assholes in the alt-media echo-chamber who think they are doing something important and noble by recording people talking for podcasts. How many of these talkers selling dick pills and nutritional supplements know the name of their Sheriff? Few, would be my guess.
What’s next for World War III and the political schizophrenics now tasked with cognitively updating their skull-software in order to stay on the good side of Dear Leader? I don’t know, but if you’re lucky, I’ll keep sharing my valuable insights for YOU, dear reader, at no cost to your shrinking pocket book.
You’re welcome.
