[This essay is from the Web-published _Essential preMortem: Fugitive Writings of Todd Brendan Fahey_]
As we are past the point of no return, and as your Intelligence has failed to ensnare me, Leary-style, this seems as good a time as any for to ask of you the following human questions:
1) Why is it necessary to keep secrets? What is there, Out There, which you do not wish for the Rest Of Us to know?; i.e., with your multi-billion-dollar history, and what with all that fancy hardware (HAARP-High-Frequency Active Auroral Research Program; Chief White House adviser on weather modification, Captain Howard T. Orville, 1958, said the US Gubm't was studying "ways to manipulate the charges of the Earth and sky and so affect the weather by using an electronic beam to ionise or de-ionise the atmosphere over a given area") and choice chemicals (LSD, DBZ, IT-290) you've had at your disposal with taxpayers' monies (Dr. Sidney Gottlieb, late-Director of the Technical Services Division of MK-Ultra, turned on an entire generation of young people, myself included, to drugs)...what is it that you've found, that is of such frightening proportions the Rest Of Us should be kept from understanding?
Bill Clinton was one of those day-trippers, at Oxford University (Rhodes Scholar; 33rd-degree Illuminized Mason), as was Lee Harvey Oswald (MK-Ultra guinea pig, Atsugi Marines Base, Japan)--some say John Hinckley was another of your white-out zombie projects, and Mark David Chapman, the nut who offed John Lennon (dissociative state; programmed; found reading _A Catcher in the Rye_, which is code of some type I've yet to understand, beyond the fact that dear reclusive J.D. Salinger, himself, was also CIA boy, but ain't talking, wonder why?), seemed real convenient, too.
And what of John Sidney McCain?--what -did- go down at the Hanoi Hilton, which makes the good Senator so invaluable to you? I know that -you- know who he really is; but the American public hasn't a clue--what you've programmed him for--where he is to take our country and Constitution, over the next four or eight years? (Congressman Lawrence Patton MacDonald, D-GA, then-Chairman of the John Birch Society, was onto your plans, was heavy into State Department files, and was ready to blow the lid off the Master Conspiracy on the floor of the House of Representatives, when you took him out, using Soviet MiGs, in 1983, anyone remember KAL flight 007?, I do).
You've set yourself up nicely, this time, I must say. With McCain and George W. Bush (33rd-degree Illuminized Mason; Order of Skull & Bones, Chapter 322, Yale University) being #1 and #2 for the Imperial Throne. No one can question your foresight, your planning, your resolve.
But what -is- it that you're planning to do with Us, in the future? What, at any rate, that you do not think we could manage to accomplish for ourselves?
I don't have children (thankfully, probably), but I am concerned for them, nonetheless--as a teacher, an educator, a man wishing healthy competition and much joy and love between all. A world where there would be no reason for secrets (beyond a father's healthy counsel, that we may learn of these things when we are old enough).
We are old enough. So, please, dear Directors of the Central Intelligence Agency, and to whom you answer, tell us what went down in Dallas in 1963 (John Fitzgerald Kennedy, being also an LSD-enthusiast--friend of Dr. Feelgood, Max Jacobsen, the defrocked physician who injected regularly Our President with concoctions of amphetamine and psychedelics--and who was having affairs, fairly simultaneously with Judith Exner, erstwhile gal-pal of Mafia boss Sam Giancana, and Marilyn Monroe, and who claimed to at least one associate that he "got depressed unless he got `a strange piece of ass every day.'); and of the connection between John Sidney McCain and George W. Bush?
Or, might I ask, Who Are You? (to keep from us these things)
And to the American people: Who Are You? (to put up with a government that lies and wishes to enslave)
And of us all: What is it that we wish, for tomorrow, upon rising? More war games? (John McCain) and surrendering of our Constitutional privileges? (George W. Bush; Al Gore, controllable, dirty like seven chickens with Chinese communist government influence; Bill Bradley (nice man, seemingly, but 33rd-degree Illuminized Mason, Rhodes Scholar, pink as hell already))
And what are you to do with a lone nut like me? (in this Internet age, with 400,000 Web-hits/daily)
All best wishes,
Todd Brendan Fahey
author, _Wisdom's Maw: The Acid Novel_ (Far Gone Books, 1996) Ph.D. candidate, American Literature, University of Southwestern Louisiana Master's degree, Professional Writing, University of Southern California http://www.fargonebooks.com
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P.S. Think about it ("Think for yourself and question authority"--Timothy Leary; like human nature, itself, another of your projects you couldn't quite control).
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