THE CIA SPIES ON AMERICANS IN AMERICA.

While the CIA and FBI spy, Senators Nelson and Martinez and Congressman Debbie Schultz turn a blind eye.

         I used to believe that the government's function is to protect the public and promote the well-being of Americans

and that there are limits on authority. Or at least that's what I used to think. You see, the CIA and FBI can violate your civil liberties

any way they want, any time they want. And they do. They did to me. And apparently it's a rather casual thing for them. And what

about the congressional lawmakers who are supposed to be watching them and protecting you?  They simply cover it up. Don't

believe it?  Let me tell you a story. One that all Americans should hear.
                        It involves a woman named Valerie Plame and a number of her associates. You may recognize her name. It's been
in the news quite a lot since July of 2003 when she was alleged to have been revealed as a CIA employee by someone in the Bush
administration. Given the corrupt nature of the Bush administration I would not be surprised at all if the allegations are true. But I
don't feel sorry for Valerie.  I personally do not like Karl Rove OR Valerie Plame. Why you might ask?  Allow me to give you a
different perspective on Valerie Plame and her colleagues, one which most Americans don’t have.
                        The following is a true story. It's an account of my experience with Valerie Plame and her associates which began
after I applied for a job at the CIA. It’s in the form of a timeline and many of the dates are rough estimates. The writing is also in a
very casual style which I hope you will excuse.

June 24, 2008

Timeline of Events

March (?) 1995         

Applied to CIA.

Spring 1996               

No response. I was irritated. Sent a letter to the CIA complaining about their slowness and requested that they make a decision.

Spring 1996               

Waiting in terminal at Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood Airport for evening flight to Raleigh, NC. The entire terminal is deserted except for a tall young woman with an ancient looking green cosmetic case ( the kind your grandmother might have used) with a patch of aluminized mylar tape on the side. I walk over to her to talk with her. As I approach, she suddenly looks panicked, stands up and walks away so fast she’s practically running. As she stands up I see the name Rebecca Wolfson on the luggage tag. This is my usual luck with women but they don’t normally run away THAT quickly.

Spring\Summer (?) 1996

                                    I’m attending Sunday mass at Saint Boniface church in Pembroke Pines. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a young Asian woman sitting behind and to the left of me. She’s not participating in the mass, does not receive communion, does not look  familiar (which is strange, the church is small and I know most of the regulars).

                                    Occasionally I see her staring at me. Her clothes are very different from the sort of clothes that most people in Florida wear. She just looks out of place. This may be the second time I saw her. It may be the first. I later realize that this is the same woman that I would see at the local library signing her name as Eunjoo Kensinger.

                                    ( Years later, a public record search on her name would yield a number of addresses including one in Jordan. I'm told by someone who claims to have known her, that Eunjoo Kensinger was a linguist in the Air Force.

Spring\Summer (?) 1996

                                    Working out at the local gym, a short young spanish-looking guy with dark hair comes in with an FBI t-shirt and starts working out nearby. I later recognize him in Tyson’s Corner, VA as the person staying in the hotel room across the hall at the Best Western WestPark Hotel. Sometime later I remember  seeing him at the local library and signing his name as Miguel Fabregas. Much later I would see him on TV at an FBI news conference announcing the break-up of the Cuban Wasp spy ring in Miami only his name is given as Mike Fabregas. I have to wonder if he's really an FBI agent or a CIA person who occasionally wears an FBI badge. I suppose it doesn't really matter. It's very similar to the situation whereby John Spann was working for the CIA in 1996 at the same time he was supposedly still in the army.

                                    ( Years later I was told that Mike Fabregas was working in Bogotá, Columbia. Maybe if we're lucky the FARC will put a bullet in his evil hide the next time he goes to Columbia.)

Spring\Summer (?) 1996

                                    Going to work in the morning I notice a white van staying behind me on the turnpike.  This is strange, I usually drive exactly the speed limit because I can’t afford a speeding ticket.  People never stay behind me on the highway. Eventually the driver loses his patience, pulls around me and zooms ahead. As he drives by, I notice a direction-finding antenna array on the van. Strange.  The direction-finding array is unmistakable. It’s usually a set of 4 (sometimes more) vertical whip antennas each located at the corner of an imaginary square. There’s really only one purpose for such an array. You see these antenna arrays on cop cars frequently. I don’t know if the police use them to home in other police cars to locate them or to home in on Lojack transmitters (or both). The direction-finding array is usually connected to a device called a doppler direction-finder or an interferometer receiver if the user has access to military grade stuff.  Doppler direction-finders are  very popular with amateur radio operators who are into direction-finding and “transmitter hunting contests”.  About the time that the van pulls away from me, another car goes by with a black “stealth” antenna in the rear window. The stealth antenna is a square flat antenna which is attached to the window of a vehicle to provide a temporary antenna without any external antennas showing on the outside. I remember seeing an ad for such an antenna and the obvious target customer was law-enforcement people conducting undercover stings. Having seen the ad for this antenna this flat black thing in the rear window with a piece of coax cable hanging from it is anything but stealthy. When I get off the turnpike at the Commercial Street toll booth, I notice the driver behind me has a big grin on his face. He’s adjusting a “handifinder” direction finder hanging from the rearview mirror. The bowtie antenna with a piece of coax cable hanging from it is unmistakable. I later remembered seeing him at the local library and signing his name as Dave Robertson. The “handifinder” is a simple  antenna-switching circuit that usually consists of a bowtie antenna with a switching circuit that alternately connects one side of the antenna to the receiver input and then the other side of the antenna. It produces a tone in an FM receiver until the antenna is oriented such that the signal source direction is perpendicular to the plane of the antenna. It’s cheap and popular with radio amateurs who are into direction-finding.

                                                At lunchtime, I go to my car and notice a similar-appearing white van in the parking lot. A young black man is driving the vehicle.

                                                When I return home, I inspect my car. In the trunk is a black plastic box tucked behind the carpet next to the antenna motor. The box looks like a cheap project enclosure from Radio Shack.  Wires connect it to the antenna motor unit and a piece of coax cable is crudely crimped to the antenna wire.  I’m dying to take it apart, but I’m concerned that it might be equipped with some sort of anti-tamper circuitry. I decide to leave it in place.

                                                The box would disappear sometime later, after the interview.

Spring\Summer (?) 1996

                                                Sometime during this time period I notice that some of my mail has a small slit cut into the sides of the envelopes. I remember Peter Wright the former head of MI5 describing in his book Spycatcher how they would cut a slit into the side of an envelope, insert a wire into the envelope, spray the envelope with a solvent of some sort to make it transparent, and then roll the letter around in the envelope and photograph it. The printing on some of the envelopes with slits cut in them appears washed out too.

Spring\Summer (?) 1996

                                    The Library Incident.

                                    One day I go to the South Regional library in Pembroke Pines to read. I used to work at this library as a clerk in the periodicals department so I frequently would go into the closed-off area of the periodicals department and say hello to my former coworkers and help myself to the magazines. Sometimes I would wait on the library patrons myself to save my former coworkers the work. The procedure is that patrons fill out a request slip for the magazines or journals that they want and the staff retrieve the requested material for them.  I get to the library and while there begin waiting on patrons since my coworkers are busy.  Out in the waiting area I see several people standing together. They’re staring at me and talking.  Some of them look strangely familiar. They also look completely out of place.  Their clothes look more appropriate for colder weather up north. Also, most of their clothes look nice and respectable, in other words completely unlike most of the usual library clientele. This is south Florida. People are usually dressed like bums here. Occasionally one of them would come to the periodicals department window and fill out a request slip. The odd thing is they would come back in a few minutes, return the magazine apparently without having read a bit of the magazine. I remember Valerie Plame, Cheri Leberknight, Eunjoo Kensinger, Dave Robertson, Johnny Spann, and Miguel Fabregas coming to the window and filling out request slips and signing their names. Valerie Plame had striking blonde hair and I remember commenting on it to her. She looked extremely unfriendly and her lips were puckered as if she had just sucked on a lemon.  I remember thinking “Gee, What a nasty woman.” Later after her outing, I almost didn’t recognize her in the public photos because she was actually smiling. I would see her years later in New Orleans with that same puckered look wearing  a head scarf. Cheri Leberknight I recall having a dark tan at the time. For awhile I assumed she was a Dominicana since she looked brown and plump like so many of the Dominican women I see here in Florida. Dave Robertson I remember commenting about having dental implants which seemed weird at the time. I think he was also the one wearing the turtleneck shirt. That seemed very weird. Nobody in south Florida wears turtleneck shirts! It’s just too hot. An interesting thing about John Spann is that he was reported to have left the Marine Corps in 1997 (?) . Yet, in mid 1996 he walks into my library with a handful of CIA people.

Spring\Summer (?) 1996

                        The Mall.

                        I went to the Pembroke Lakes Mall one day. I entered the mall by entering a department store. It was a store like JC Penney’s or Burdines; I don’t recall exactly which one. As I walk through the store, a short, young blonde woman with a scarf sprays me with cologne ( or maybe a UV fluorescent marker dye?) without saying a word and quickly turns her face away from me. She’s not wearing a store employee name tag. Sometime after my “job interview” in Tyson’s Corner I remember her as one of the people in the CIA’s Tech 1 building at 901 Follin Lane in Vienna, VA sitting next to and talking with Cheri Leberknight.

Author's note:    I received a lot of ridicule from people such as the online buddies of ex-CIA imbecile Larry Johnson claiming that the use of fluorescent markers was too far-fetched.

                              Truthfully, it's not at all far-fetched.  The use of UV fluorescent substances by the Soviets during the Cold War is well-documented. A modern version of this is the

                              "nanotags" produced by Voxtel, Inc of Portland, Oregon.

Spring\Summer (?) 1996

                        Sometime in this time period, I recall seeing an old car across the street parked on a neighbor’s swale. (The streets in south Florida are usually too small for people to park their cars on the street. So people often pull onto the grass between the street and sidewalk and park.) I remember thinking this was very strange because the particular neighbor in question is extremely difficult and would harass anyone that parked there, unless of course they had the approval of the police department ( a police surveillance operation?) The trunk of the car is open and several men clothed in northern attire like the library people are staring into the trunk, messing about with something.

                        These guys look out of place and not dressed like normal people..

Spring\Summer (?) 1996

                        One day I pick up the telephone handset to make a call. Before I can press a button or do anything, I hear the phone ringing at the other end as if the number had already been dialed  A man answers the phone “Pembroke Pines Police Department”, makes a strange sound and suddenly hangs up. The line goes silent. (Wow. I can dial wrong numbers now by just thinking about it!)  Ok I’m definitely under surveillance and it’s intensive. Maybe that CIA application? But that whole thing was a dead-end. I wrote them months ago to request a decision and they never even responded.

Oct. 1996

                        The mystery of the ripped suitcase.

                        Upon return from an overseas trip I open my suitcase and discover that someone has slashed the

cloth liner of the suitcase and ripped it away from the hard shell of the suitcase, presumably looking for hidden

items between the liner and the wall. Nothing subtle about it. Somehow I doubt that this was a case of just rough

handling on the part of the ground crew. Someone owes me about $100 for a suitcase. Of course, neither

Valerie Plame nor any of her crooked coworkers at CIA will likely ever admit to this little crime.

Fall 1996

                        I believe I received a phone call first asking me if I would like to come up to Tyson’s Corner for an interview and then I received a pre-interview package with the date, flight arrangements, interview schedule, etc. The interview is in early November I don’t remember the details precisely. I believe the interview consisted of flying up on a Monday, going to the Stafford Building at 1500 Westbranch Dr. the next morning, followed by a polygraph exam that afternoon. The next day consisted of a visit to CIA HQ at McLean. The 3^rd day I don’t remember.

CIA Map of Tyson’s Corner from Pre-Interview Package

November 1996

                        The Interview.

                        I fly up to Dulles Airport. The CIA paperwork mentions a courtesy bus from the airport to the Best Western Westpark Hotel. That sounds great. After a couple of hours waiting and a couple of phone calls I discover that there is no courtesy bus. The CIA information is apparently long out of date. And no one in their travel department ever discovered it and updated the information. Freaking idiots. I get a taxi.

                        I check into the hotel and enter my room. I’m feeling horrible, extremely sick and my head is pounding. I’m feeling extremely spaced out. Never had a cold like this. I’m guessing that I caught something during my last visit to the local nursing home with the church ladies. It figures. I want to be at my best. And I feel like dying.

                        I look around the room. It doesn’t feel right for some reason. I look at a painting on the wall over the bed. It’s an undersea scene with fish in it. One of the eyes looks suspiciously glassy. I’m suspicious but the painting is bolted to the wall so I can’t inspect the back. I would see this exact same painting several years later in a SuperCircuits catalog advertised as the “Covert Picture Camera”, catalog number PC-76XS.
[ Note:  As of Oct. 2006, I don't see this covert picture camera in the SuperCircuits catalog anymore.] The light bulb in the lamp is shattered. Not burned out, shattered. I wondered then and have wondered since if that was someone’s message to me. I knew that the FBI sometimes concealed bugs inside incandescent light bulbs that were modified to contain a bug. A call to room service got me a new bulb. The fire sprinkler head looked strange. It didn’t have the normal oxidation you see on a piece of metal that has been in service a while. The clock radio seemed weird too.  Talk about a no-name brand, it didn’t seem to have been manufactured by anyone. The thermostat didn’t work.

This is a painting with a hidden video camera

exactly like the one that was in my hotel room

in the Best Western Westpark Hotel.

                        I didn’t know it at the time, but a CIA building was next door to the hotel.

I have to wonder if it was just CIA office space that was coincidentally located next door or if the Best Western Westpark was selected specifically so that hotel rooms could be hardwired permanently for eavesdropping and all of the telemetry from the room devices sent through short cable runs to the CIA building nearby.

                        The next day I step outside to the van and make the short ride to the Stafford Building. Riding with me is Cheri Leberknight and Mike Fabregas, only I don’t recognize them at the time. I just know they look familiar. I try to make conversation with them. They don’t respond. Weird. Everyone here seems strangely nasty and unfriendly. I know where we’re going because I walked there the previous evening. The driver is a cheerful black man, maybe in his fifties. He was probably the only truly friendly person I met there. I go inside and go to the front desk where a Special Protective Officer is sitting. Nobody tells me anything. I’m just told to have a seat. I wait forever and then some occasionally glancing at the TV which is tuned to CNN. One by one other people show up. I have a strange feeling like I’ve seen these people. A few days later I realize that I have. Two of the women who have arrived and are waiting in the waiting area are talking. I look at them and have that strange feeling again. Suddenly one of the women seems to notice that I am watching them and becomes apprehensive. A few moments later she comes over and says “Wouldn’t you rather sit over there where you can see the TV better?” Her tone of voice is the sickeningly sweet and insincere tone that an adult uses to con a child. I’m surprised by her weird behavior and answer matter of factly “No, I’m fine right here.” She looks nonplused and moves further away with her friend. Later at home in Florida I had a flashback while sitting at a traffic light. The woman asking me to move was Rebecca Wolfson, the woman from the airport months earlier. The other woman was Eunjoo Kensinger from the library and church. At the time of interview however I didn’t recognize them, all I knew was that things didn’t “seem right”. Gradually, as more people arrived and seemed to know each other I  realized that most if not all of these people were already employees. This was not a cattle call; it just felt like one. Eventually we were ushered to a room and told the schedule for the next few days by a very bored and humorless old guy who never spoke to me personally. Somewhere in this period we went around the corner and had  “medical tests” which were a joke. I don’t remember much, but then I don’t remember it being much: a vision test, a hearing test, and a blood sample all of it administered by a young woman in a nurses outfit who seemed to have the personality of a rock. While waiting I flipped through the medical folders for the 2 CIA guys ahead of me. Nothing interesting. About the same time a cleaning person came through emptying waste baskets. Right behind him was a security guard watching his every move. The security guard’s name tag read James Brown. I grinned inside. ( Imagine that. I can tell everyone that I met James Brown at the CIA! This turned out to be a strange coincidence. A couple of years later while working as an orbital analyst on the Iridium project in Leesburg, Virginia I met James Brown again. He was working at the Iridium master control facility. I asked him if he had ever worked in Tyson’s Corner and he suddenly looked surprised and then said no, he had never worked there. Good grief! Even the security guards were playing the covert game. It’s funny. You can’t make this stuff up. And I’ll never forget meeting James Brown at the CIA.)

                        After the blood test, we were allowed to get some food at the cafeteria in the Stafford Building. Like an idiot, I followed the directions in the pre-interview package not to eat breakfast before the blood test ( fasting blood sugar test?) so I was starving. Except for a middle-aged fellow I was alone in the cafeteria. The food was horrible and the coffee worse.( This seemed to be one of the defining characteristics of Tyson’s Corner. Everywhere you went the coffee was terrible, like brown water. They must have dipped the bean in twice and then boiled the water. They needed some Spanish people to show them how to make coffee!) The weather was cold and the people were even colder. I did not like the place and I did not like the people. My head was still hurting too. So far I was extremely unimpressed with the place and the people. They just seemed nasty. I was very disappointed. I had expected to eventually meet somebody in person who would greet me. (Some years later I remember reading about some of the Lost Boys from Sudan who had made it to the US. The journey of the Lost Boys is a real life epic. Fleeing from the genocidal attacks by the “Government of Sudan” these boys spent several years  trying to survive while traversing thousands of miles of hostile terrain including wild lions and crocodiles. Someone asked them what they felt when they first arrived in America. I guess the person asking them the question expected them to say something like joy or a feeling of freedom. The Sudanese boy replied that he felt lonely and sad because there was no one at the airport to greet them. At the moment I read that, I thought of my CIA interview experience and I knew exactly what he meant.) Eventually, I was back in the room with the other people and Mr. Nasty Old Guy where we filled out these asinine Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Indicator psychology tests. ( Really, even if I thought stealing was OK does anyone really think I would be stupid enough to admit to it on an employment application?) Or at least I took the test. Everyone else seemed to breeze through it in mere minutes.  Meanwhile back at the ranch I’m still conscientiously reading each question and thoughtfully answering each question to avoid any inadvertent admissions that I might steal office supplies in the future. I’m a little slow sometimes, but not that slow. The MMPI test, like a lot of things there, was a setup and nobody was taking it seriously except me.

                        After the bogus MMPI  test, I leave and board a van to the Tech 1 building at 901 Follin lane in nearby Vienna. The afternoon activity is the polygraph exam. I’m actually relieved to see that the van driver is the same happy fellow who picked us up in the morning. I think I would rather be a van driver for the CIA. They seem a lot nicer and a heck of a lot happier than the damn spy people. Yes, that’s it of course! To heck with engineering, just be a CIA van driver!

                        Upon arrival at the Tech 1 building we got to a room on the ground floor that’s barely furnished and the shades are drawn. It’s a depressing room, in that regard it’s much like everything that I have encountered at the CIA. Some of the same people are there. The others I’m not sure about. Cash is dispensed to reimburse for travel expenses. Another nasty old guy is dispensing the cash. I try to make conversation with him. True to form, he doesn’t respond. Is he so stupid that he doesn’t realize that his behavior is rude or is it just that he doesn’t give a damn? After a half million years later, box lunches arrive. Actually box snack would be a better description. The box looks like a plain cardboard container about the size of two small dictionaries. Inside is the world’s smallest bag of potato chips and another snack item which really sucked.  How could an agency like the CIA be THAT freakin’ cheap? I feel like screaming.  It’s cold as can be outside. My head is pounding inside. I’m starving and I haven’t had a decent cup of coffee since leaving Florida. Already I’m beginning to think “Gee. I don’t like this place. Northern Virginia sucks. The people suck. The CIA people suck really badly. And still no one has personally greeted me and explained what my job here might actually be.”

                        I sit down next to Cheri Leberknight and a short, pretty young blonde woman. Months later, I realize that this blonde woman might be the clandestine cologne sprayer from the mall. The blond woman is talking to Cheri Leberknight and tells her a story about Barbara Bush making a visit to Germany (?). Apparently the woman was working at the US embassy in Germany at the time. During the visit Mrs. Bush lost her sunglasses and requested that the embassy staff locate them. When they asked her where she lost them her response was something to the effect of  “I don’t know. One of those castles!”  Miss Leberknight and the blonde woman were amused by this story. Actually so was I and for a moment I felt like a human being. I was not exactly part of the conversation but at least for a while not everyone had run away to the other corner of the room ( or out of the room entirely).

                        After the box nonlunch, it was upstairs to the 3^rd floor for some more intensive waiting and being ignored. I sat down and leaned up against the wall, curled up in my jacket trying to stay warm and get some sleep. I was tired, hungry, cold, my head was still pounding, and I had yet to have anybody explain to me what the job was that I might be doing and why I should put up with being treated like dirt in order to get that job.  As usual the people in the room separated out like oil and water, me in one spot and everybody else associating with one another. I tried to sleep. After a while, a middle aged black woman came out and announced that “we” would be having the polygraph exams. Of course I can never be certain, but I’d be willing to bet that “we” weren’t having polygraph exams. “We” were all having the SAME polygraph exam with me sitting in the hotseat being interrogated and the rest of “we” sitting on the other side of the 2 way mirror in the polygraph exam room. While making her announcement, the middle aged woman made a strange comment that everyone there seemed to get a chuckle out of. I later realized that this was a reference to a website that I had visited while websurfing.

(They had also been reading my e-mail.) I was taken back to a small room with a small desk and a cabinet in it by the polygraph examiner, a freaky looking midde-aged guy with white hair by the name of “Scott”. In the corner was a small coatrack with a trenchcoat hanging from it. ( Oh Puhlease! How corny. Who the hell actually wears a trench coat?) The wall behind “Scott” is a 2 way mirror. I’m annoyed. This is definitely unfriendly and a total setup. If I had been more alert, I would simply have picked up the chair to move it and thrown it through the 2 way mirror “by accident”. Unfortunately, I wasn’t very alert . I sat meekly down into the chair for the polygraph exam. The polygraph was the usual bunch of sensors connected to a laptop computer. The exam began and Scott asked questions which became progressively more intrusive. At some point, Scott decided he “had” something and began really interrogating me on something. The guy was absolutely arrogant and condescending! These people had been violating my privacy every which way but loose for months and then I come up here and they treat me like dirt and then give me this asshole of a cretin who seems to think he has right to ask me about my private life! I was flabbergasted, astounded and furious at the same time. I held my tongue, but I wanted to tell this guy the simple truth: 

            Guy, I don’t have to be here. And I don’t have to take your exam. Cause I don’t owe you or the CIA one damn thing. I don’t work for you. If anybody owes anybody anything, you owe me for violating my privacy every way imaginable.

I tried to be patient with the guy. But eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. Finally, I announced that the polygraph exam is over and ripped off the guys sensors. The polygraph examiner looked startled and said “Don’t do that. You’ll just have to do it all over.” Bingo! If this guy was trying to push my angry button, he just succeeded brilliantly! I was on my way to being the first CIA applicant to murder a polygraph examiner. I was so stunned and furious I couldn’t move. I just wanted to reach through this guy’s chest and pull his liver out with my bare hands!  You’ll have to take the test again? My ass! I was stunned by the arrogance of this guy! He seemed to think that I had some obligation to answer his questions. I had no such obligation at all! Again, I said nothing but I was thinking:

No, I don’t have to take the test again. I didn’t have to take it the first time.

Scott was surprised and scurried off and returned with a big thug with huge hambone arms. We had some words. The thug told me not to use profanity as this was a professional office! Again, I was incredulous. After what these guys had put me through THEY should be apologizing. I saw nothing professional about being a bunch of lying, thieving jerks like these CIA scumbags. I told the thug that if he didn’t like my language he could leave. Asshole. He held his tongue. So I held mine.

            After signing some mysterious paperwork, I stormed out of the building and threw the visitor’s badge in the lap of the SPO at the door as I walked out. I didn’t know if I was supposed to sign out when I left and I didn’t give a shit. I decided to walk back to the hotel because I didn’t trust anything that had anything to do with the CIA assholes. I walked back to the hotel and my bugged hotel room. The first day had not gone well.

            At the hotel, I decided to just stay in my room for the next 2 days and then fly out on time. I wasn’t sure if they really expected me to show up for the rest of the “interview”. Wasn’t sure I cared. I figured if they were interested they could come to me. Hopefully, they would come with an apology and some major explanations.

            Sometime while I was there at the hotel, I heard voices in the hallway. After a few minutes I got curious and stood inside my room at the door staring out the peephole. Eventually, the door to the room across the hall opened and Mike Fabregas stepped out. I think this was the first moment when I realized I had seen this guy before. Immediately I got more agitated. Maybe they’re using the room across the hall to watch the video from the hidden cameras. That would shorten the cable run to the monitors and recording devices.

            On another occasion during the stay there I looked out the window surveying the area outside the hotel. A few floors down on another wing of the hotel was a window open and sitting there in her room was Eunjoo Kensinger. I don’t know if that was pure coincidence or not. The odds of that happening seem incredibly remote, yet I can’t think of any reason for her to be spying on me from the window of her hotel room. After all, the place was wired to the hilt.

            On one of the remaining days in the hotel room, I crossed the busy road in front of the hotel and went to the strip mall there. Someone had told me that there was a coffee shop there and I was anxious to find a cup of coffee that actually had coffee in it. As I reached the sidewalk a couple on the sidewalk began smooching and hugging. They were wearing trenchcoats. Good grief. The trenchcoat thing again. Then the man and woman turn to me with absolutely joyous looks on their face and the man says “Will you tell this woman I LOVE her?”  I smile and say “I’m sure he loves you very much!” I then walk on to the coffee shop thinking to myself “and there’s my voiceprint for your records guy.”  What a phony! Nobody in northern Virginia acts like that. It’s totally out of character for those people. I was there a few short days and the first thing you notice about those people on the street is that they never smile, they don’t act friendly, they avoid eye contact, and are suspicious of any attempts to make conversation. And then I’m supposed to believe that this happy couple wearing trenchcoats and behaving so oddly is for real. Sure.

                        I walk to the coffee shop. I pay almost $2 for a cup of coffee from a Russian guy who looks irritated to take my money. The coffee is lukewarm. It tastes like brown water. Sigh.

                        On the way back to the hotel, I look for Mr. and Mrs. Happy. No sign of them though. That’s OK. They can catch me on the hidden video.

                        Departure day comes and I go to Dulles airport. After checking my luggage, I notice a guy staring at me while standing alone at a ticket counter nearby. It’s odd because the ticket counter appears to be closed. He’s going to be waiting a long time for that ticket. The guy is wearing what looks like a Northface mountaineering coat. In summer of 2004, I see a picture of ex-CIA agent Bob Baer who has written a couple of books since leaving the CIA. I’m surprised. I recognize him. Bob Baer was the guy at the airport. The two books he has written are  "Sleeping With The Devil" and "See No Evil". Later, while reading his book Sleeping With The Devil I run across a passage where he describes standing in line somewhere wearing his, you guessed it,  Northface jacket. Well stay warm Bob. From what I've heard, Bob Baer is pretty disgusted with the state of the government and the CIA too. Maybe we have something in common.  Then again maybe not. I'm honest.

And I didn't become an evil person just so that I could play spy or have an easy job. Well, with the money from his books, his pension (I presume he gets one) and his movie rights I guess Bob Baer won't ever have to grow up and show some real character. He can continue to skate through life being a consumer rather than a producer.

November 1996

            A week or so after the interview. I get a call from the CIA. A quiet voice on the other end asks if I still want to work for the CIA.  I say “No, I don’t think so.” At this point I’m totally disgusted with them, I don’t trust them and I still haven’t heard any explanations or apologies from anyone. 

            I desperately need work as an engineer, but I feel like I’m selling my soul to the devil if I go to the CIA.  Plus, the thought of working in northern Virginia with those assholes seemed horrifying. For the short time I was there it seemed like a frozen hell filled with nasty people.

November 30, 1999

                        Cheri Leberknight is arrested by the FSB in Moscow for spying and subsequently declared persona non grata. I see the news reports which result and immediately recognize her name and picture. Later news reports mention that she was seen frequenting a Moscow night club called Galereya where she would frequently take patrons to the bathrooms and perform fellatio on them and try to obtain information.  I don’t know if those reports are true, but I’m amused. They might simply be someone’s creative attempt to further smear her character. If true, they just prove that the woman knows how to use her head in a difficult situation.

June 2000

                        Call from CIA recruiter John Diehl.  He requests a resumé. Strange. Well who knows maybe they had a change of heart. I still need work desperately. At my age I feel enormously guilty to still be living with my parents being a burden to them. I’m also sick and tired of taking classes with the cut-throat pre-med students at FAU and the stuck-up professors there. The professors at Cal Tech were never as pretentious as the ones at FAU. They were very down-to-earth and some of them actually had Nobel prizes. I’ve been taking classes because I’ve decided that I might want to be an optometrist.

                        I send John  a resume and get back a reply:

From: "John Diehl" <johncd###ucia.gov>

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 Looks great, thank you. Given your background, and providing we can

match your very solid skills and expertise to our requirements, the

Directorate may want to fly you to CIA hqs for the interview.   May also

depend on the type of engineers I get from headquarters to help me in Miami.

In any case, I will stay in touch.  Again, thank you for your interest in

the CIA. John

In his first e-mail is his contact info.:

(704) 321-3246 Office

(704) 321-3247 FAX

(888) 798-7929 Skytel

johncd###ucia.gov

                        Some days later, I decide to talk to John again. I want to make it clear that I’m not going to put up with the sort of crap that I tolerated in 1996. I call his pager number. He calls me back. I ask him if they intend to put me through all of the ridiculous bullshit surveillance like they did the previous time. He seems surprised and takes the tone of someone who’s dealing with the paranoid conspiracy-buff. He says “They don’t DO that sort of thing!”  Now, I’m hopping mad. The hell they don’t! Now, I want to reach through the telephone line and strangle him. I’m a bit surprised though.  He’s either very ignorant or very dishonest. I can’t decide which.

                        Could they possibly be so compartmentalized at the CIA that one group is totally unaware of what others are doing or have done? That would be incredibly stupid!

                        After the 9/11 attacks I realized that yes, they COULD be THAT stupid. The events of the 9/11 attacks indicated in a tragic way an excessive compartmentalization of the intelligence community and information.

                        To this day, I still don’t know the truth about that little incident.

? 2000 -2001

                        I travel to New Orleans to meet the Jesuits. I’m considering being a priest. Father Marvin Kitten is kind enough to pick
me up at the airport.

                        I arrive at the Jesuit House in New Orleans. I look outside the window. A blonde woman is sitting in a car outside the Jesuit House with a scarf over her hair. It looks like Valerie Plame but at this distance I can’t be sure. Her lips are puckered together tightly as if she were pissed off. Who the hell still wears headscarves these days? The woman sees me staring out the window, starts her car and drives away. Odd.

?  2000-2003

                        I have no recollection of the exact time period in which this event occurred. I wish I did.

                        I’m contacted by a headhunter named Melissa Boyle Mahle. Wow three names. She must be important. She asks me some questions about my background. I don’t remember how but the topic of my CIA experience comes up. ( Maybe this is a result of the frustrated anti-CIA tirade that I inserted into my MonsterBoard resume. I knew someone at the CIA would see it since John Diehl originally called me in reference to my MonsterBoard resumé. This was my way of giving them a little headache and sending them a message that I knew what they had been doing.)

                        As she pumps me for information on my CIA experience, I can hear her chuckling, almost laughing on the other end. Strange. Headhunters are usually not that happy. In fact, they often sound a bit tired and harried, presumably sick and tired of calling the umpteenth job candidate. Even stranger, she never mentions a specific job. That’s usually the first thing a recruiter wants to talk about. He wants to a) find out if you’re interested in the job he’s trying to place and b) try to find out if you meet the clients’ job requirements. His goal is to find these 2 things out immediately so he can waste as little time as possible with you. She gives me an e-mail address to send a copy of my resumé to. 

                        In spring of 2005, I become aware that Melissa Boyle Mahle is an ex-CIA officer who has authored a book, Denial and Deception. I do a little bit of searching and find the website that she’s using to promote her book. Out of curiousity, I check the registration information for her domain name. One of the e-mail addresses on the domain registration is   foodiereader###earthlink.net, the same e-mail address to which I sent my resumé. I remember the address because when I first saw it I remember thinking “Gee. That’s an odd one. What is a foodiereader?  You really wonder sometimes about the logic people use to pick their online names.”  Hmmm.

Nov. 28, 2001

                        John Spann is killed at Mazar-i-Sharif in Afghanistan. Again, I see the news reports and immediately recognize the name and face as being one of the “library people”. He was one of the only ones wearing normal clothes in the library, blue jeans I think.

                        Odd though, in some of the news reports it’s stated that he joined the CIA from the Marine Corps in June 1999. Really?  Why was he in a library in Pembroke Pines, FL in mid 1996 standing around with Valerie Plame, Cheri Leberknight, Eunjoo Kensinger, Mike Fabregas, and Dave Robertson?

April 10, 2002

                        FSB announces that an attempted spying operation has been thwarted. The FSB accuses Yunju Kensinger , a “third secretary in the consular division of the US Embassy in Moscow”,  and David Robertson of drugging a Russian Defense Ministry employee and attempting to blackmail him and gain secret information from him.

                        Again I recognize the names and have no doubts that the story is true. Wow, they just can’t stay out of trouble.

March 2003

                        Weeklong vacation trip to Italy. It’s an escorted tour ... in more ways than one. Two of the women on the tour look like women I had seen weeks earlier at the Sawgrass Mills Mall in Plantation, FL staring at me from  a distance of about 50 yards across the parking lot.   They claim to be from Utah.  Maybe it’s just a case of similar appearances. I’m beginning to wonder if I’m letting my imagination runaway with me. I talk to them on a few occasions. I don’t think they’re CIA. They’re not nasty enough. FBI maybe?

Spring 2003

                        My mom takes a message from a headhunter named Valerie Plame with an “energy company” called Brewster-Jennings. Weird, I’ve never heard of Brewster-Jennings, but the name Valerie Plame sounds strangely familiar. I decide not to return the call. I don’t want to work for an energy company. It takes me a couple of weeks before I remember who Valerie Plame is.

Spring 2003 – Days or weeks after the Valerie Plame call.

                        A woman who sounds Chinese calls. She says her name is Gail Heights and that she is a recruiter for University Services. Sounds weird. It sounds like the name of some company that provides janitorial services to the local college. The woman doesn’t tell me what they do, why they need an engineer or seem to have a specific job in mind. She does pump me for information about my background. At one point she asks me “What experience do you have designing wire-guided missiles?”  “None, I reply.” She abruptly hangs up.

July 2003

                        Valerie Plame is exposed. Hah!  For some 7 years I have lived constantly doubting myself, wondering if I had really remembered this woman’s name correctly and even wondering if I wasn’t making up memories in my heard, sort of a paranoid delusion of CIA conspiracy. Oddly enough, the media is acting like it’s such bad thing and portraying Valerie as if she’s some sort of hero. In the publicly released photos, she is smiling. I have trouble recognizing her with the smile on her face. The press also describes her as a counter-proliferation officer dealing in WMD. WMD? Sure. And just where do I fit in with weapons of mass destruction?

Fall (?) 2003

                        The indictment of Gao Zhan is announced including her aliases of Gail Heights and front company University Services. Bingo!  Weird woman is a spy. I’m just guessing that as part of her cooperation deal with the government she was working with the CIA to investigate various leads.

(?) 2003

                        I write Senator Bob Graham to complain about the CIA conducting spy operations inside the US. Nothing happens. Guess he decided to bury it instead of doing the right thing.

July – August 2005

                        I contact Florida Senator Mel Martinez’s office at least 5 times by e-mail, fax, letter and phone call to complain about the Central Intelligence Agency spying inside the US ( specifically against myself ). Nothing happens.

                        I make a similar pattern of complaints to my other senator , Senator Bill Nelson. Upon calling to inquire about the status of my complaint, I’m told that the senator has no record of my letter or e-mail. On August 25, I hand deliver a copy of my letter along with the details of the CIA surveillance to his office in Davie, FL. I hand the letter to a young black woman by the name of McClain.

                        As of  November 2, 2005, there is no response from either Senator Martinez or Nelson. I guess agencies like the CIA can abuse their power as much as they like and Congress will do nothing. Apparently, it's too much to expect from a senator that he do the job that we so generously pay him to do.

November 2, 2005

                        The grand jury working with special prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald finished last week. Today, I sent a follow-up e-mail to Sen. Martinez on his senate web-site requesting that he explain what action is being taken against the CIA personnel who were spying on me. I also inform him that my complete account of events is posted on this web-site, just in case he lost the original which was sent to him on multiple occasions by different means. I'm wondering if he will ever respond. Maybe tomorrow I will send a message to Senator Bill to see if he will continue ducking his responsibility too.

November 3,2005

                        Sent a similar e-mail to Senator Nelson.

                        No response yet from Sen. Martinez. Perhaps on Friday .... of 2020. My experience with Senators Nelson and Martinez has pretty much proved what I have been saying.  They're not in Washington, DC to look after our interests or to do the right thing. They're just there to take care of themselves.

                        Saw an interview on CNN tonight extolling the virtues of Valerie Plame and praising her. They also mentioned that she will be vested in retirement within the next few months. I have to wonder if certain folks are deliberately stringing this out to make sure that Valerie gets to retire from life early. That kind of figures. In America the people who do the right thing get screwed and wind up working until they die. But a wicked person like Valerie Plame can get a cushy job and be able to retire at a young age just because she's pretty . I detest those crazy Al-queda freaks, but I have to say I think they got one thing right:  America is truly an evil place.

December 7, 2005

                        The news media are making the long-expected announcement that Valerie Plame will be retiring from the CIA on Friday. I assume she has managed to stay there long enough to collect a pension (at our expense).

December 15,2005

                        The news media are now reporting that the NSA has been eavesdropping on Americans inside the US. Gee what a surprise.

                        The scandalous thing is that the New York Times has reportedly withheld the story for an entire year at the request of the White House. Apparently, the New York Times is more interested in serving the interests of George Bush than the interests of the American people. I can guess what happened to my e-mails to the New York Times (and other papers) to investigate my own case of CIA abuse of government power.

                        I also have to wonder if the NSA's "new" foray into blatantly unconstitutional activities has anything to do with the reported purging and blackballing of uncooperative NSA employees in the past few years. It seems to me that the folks at Fort Meade and the White House are a bigger threat to the American people than Al Queda right now.

December 20,2005

                        The news media are reporting that Bill Clinton ordered warrantless spy searches during his term in office. Bill Clinton is reported to have believed that he had the authority to order such searches without a warrant which is of course asinine not to mention arrogant. If he did so, he should be arrested and tried.

                        George Bush of course should have been impeached several offenses ago.

                        It seems that the myth of democracy in America is crumbling on a daily basis this week. Our executive branch respects no person or institution and accepts no limits on its power. And our Congress is at best negligent in refusing to exercise oversight and control over the executive branch particularly the intelligence organizations and at worst is complicit in various betrayals of the American people.

January 01,2006

                        Well Happy New Year. Same as the old year...

                        Today's news reports that the NSA has been sharing their illegal eavesdropping-acquired information with other agencies including the DIA which allegedly has used the information to conduct surveillance against people inside the US.

                        The Department of Justice of course has made no effort to prosecute CIA personnel for running secret torture prisons or George Bush for engaging in warrantless wiretapping and searches. They HAVE however quickly decided to investigate the leaks of that information in order to punish the whistleblowers who exposed the government's wrongdoing. The Department of Justice seems to be working for George Bush  not the American people. I personally think it's time for an investigation of the Justice Department and Alberto Gonzales to put a stop to the selective and biased use of law enforcement to suppress people opposed to George Bush's policies. Lacking an investigation maybe somebody could conduct a "rendition" on Alberto Gonzales and send him to Cuba. He could probably get a job in the Cuban government very easily since he and the Castro government have the same police-state mentality.

January 23,2006

                            Well, if we're lucky al-Queda will get rid of Congress for us.

                            I decided to try writing various congressmen and making my complaint about the CIA to them. The result has been rather disturbing. Almost without fail, I get an unrelated reply which talks about the NSA's domestic spying and the congressman's position on it. The replies never answer or even mention my complaint regarding the CIA's involvement in domestic spying. Some of the replies are almost identical in wording. Presumably, their replies are just stock, form letters that they use. I guess the NSA-domestic-spying form letter is the closest one that they can use to respond without having to write a real response. Of course, that's a just a guess on my part. I have to wonder what the real truth is. Are they really stupid, very lazy, attempting to cover up the issue or the unwitting victim of e-mails that have been altered in transit? ( I don't seriously think the last possibility is true, but I suppose it's possible.)

January 27,2006
                            I thought that our congressmen had finally gotten the idea and stopped sending me these irrelevant responses about the NSA in response to my complaint about the CIA. I hadn't received any of
these form letter responses in several days. Until now. The latest lemmings to come to the cliff are Rep. Tammy Baldwin and Rep. James Langevin. It seems like our congressmen are determined to give me the run-around and to avoid any serious investigation of this matter. The US really isn't a democracy is it? Because most of us aren't really represented by anyone in the government.

February 1,2006

                            More lemmings. The latest congressmen to distinguish themselves as idiots (or crooked scumbags depending on how you view the matter) are Anna Eshoo and Brian Higgins who have done the exact same thing as all of the other congressmen  and sent me replies detailing their concern about the NSA spying which of course in no way answers my complaint against the CIA. I've also gotten an increased number of visits recently from various folks at NorthCom, Fort Meade and the folks at Lockheed. And the Microsoft msnbot suddenly seems to be visiting my site a heckuva a lot more frequently than it used to.

                            In the past few days I have seen George Bush and Ayman al-Zawahiri on TV giving speeches. And between the two of them, Ayman al-Zawahiri looks a lot more honest than George Bush.

March 19,2006

                    I have reason to believe that the US government has looked at my credit card information and shared it with Larry Johnson. I have to wonder if there any legal penalties to Larry Johnson or the government agents who I presume shared the information with him for doing so. Perhaps if Larry Johnson is not too busy being an asshole he would like to explain this.

July 2,2006

                    Now there are news reports that ATT and NSA were already developing "a center for monitoring long distance calls, internet transmissions and other digital information for the exclusive use of the NSA" at least seven months before the 9/11 attacks.

                    The NSA is really proving itself to be an enemy of the American people. The amazing thing is that
no one from the NSA has gone to jail yet.

July 6,2006

                    An aside:

                    Italy has arrested two of its intelligence officers for the 2003 kidnapping of a muslim man in Milan.
They have also issued arrest warrants for 3 alleged CIA officers:  Jeffrey Castelli, Ralph Henry Russomando,
and Sabrina De Sousa who they claim were also involved in the kidnapping. This is in addition to 22 other alleged CIA employees who were previously indicted.

                    The story as reported by Boston IndyMedia:                   

                    CIA's INDICTED (Romano, Castelli, Russomondo, De Sousa), also top Italy Spies

                    Here are some of the names of the previously indicted:

A Purported Photo of Robert Lady:

Purported Photos of Other CIA Fugitives:

July 14,2006

                    The news media are reporting that Valerie Plame and Joe Wilson are suing Dick Cheney and
Karl Rove for destroying her career. According to the reports, Valerie feels that the government betrayed

her trust.  Hmmm.  I know the feeling. Funny thing though. When I had that feeling it was her and her

coworkers that were violating my rights. 

July 15,2006

                    Well, I happened to see Bob Baer on television with Glenn Beck talking about the current

conflict in Israel and Lebanon.  I have to admit Bob was very personable. I was very much impressed

with the fact that he had nothing new to say. Like all of the previous occasions where I have seen him

speaking, he had nothing to say that I hadn't read already in the newspaper.  You would think that having

spent 20 years at the CIA and wandering around Asia he could tell us something that we don't already
know. So much for the "expert".

July 27,2006

                    The fallout continues from the CIA's criminal kidnapping of Abu Omar in Milan,Italy.

Newspapers in Norway are reporting that CIA agents Cynthia Dame Logan and Gregory Asherleigh
were in Oslo, Norway in 2003 apparently as part of an attempt to kidnap a Muslim man there.

                    Maybe one of these days the Europeans will send some of their people here to conduct

a "rendition" on these CIA criminals and bring them back to Italy to stand trial for their crimes.
 

August 23,2006

                    The latest news report is that Valerie Plame is considering suing Richard Armitage now.
I'm no fan of Richard Armitage. He's another example of someone with little education, expertise or

skills who has gotten ahead because he knew the right people. Typical for America. However, the

whole thing seems a bit ironic to me. Perhaps I should be suing Valerie Plame for violating my privacy
as well as her friend Larry Johnson for libel among other things. I'm still waiting for a serious investigation

into Larry Johnson as to whether he received information about my credit card purchases and what

officials in law enforcement shared that information with him if any.

September 11,2006

                    I notice that someone at Wikipedia has defaced the correction I made to their entry on

Johnny Micheal Spann. The Wikipedia entry states incorrectly that he joined the CIA in June 1999.

It seems obvious that this is incorrect since I stood in the same room with him in the summer of 1996

along with Valerie Plame, Eunjoo Kensinger, and Cheri Leberknight all of whom were later revealed

to be CIA employees. 

September 15, 2006

                    Perhaps the next time FBI Agent Andrew Lenzen comes by posing as a customer he won't
mind also posing for a photo or two.


January 4,2007
                    The press are reporting that a signing statement attached to postal legislation by president George Bush
last month may be intended to allow warrant-less opening of mail. I disagree. Given my experience with the government,
I suspect that his intention is to legitimize such warrant-less searches that they have already performed.

January 17,2007

                    OK. One more new beginning. I've contacted Congressman Silvestre Reyes' office regarding this matter.
We'll see if he takes action on this or tries to sweep it under the rug like Senators Nelson and Martinez or Congresswoman

Debbie Schultz.
                    I have a feeling that the only reply that I'm going to get out of this is another irrelevant form letter babbling about

the NSA wiretapping program. I hope I'm wrong though.

February 26,2007
                    I recently received the following two e-mails which left me wondering if this was one of Larry Johnson's
juvenile attempts to be "spooky":

        Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 09:47:33 -0800 (PST)
        From: "Robert Prechter" <rprechter5###yahoo.com>
        Subject: Your tormentors at Brewster Jennings (Burke Dennehy)
        To: a###bbb.com

        Dear Sir:

        Here is proof that you are correct in stating that
        Brewster Jennings was started before the 9/11
        incidents.

        As an EE, you will appreciate where this leads you.
        Also, here is proof that J. Edwards was in the CIA and
        spying on Iran and other countries.

        Please see both sites:
        http://santiago.indymedia.org/news/2007/01/43668.php
        http://grenoble.indymedia.org/index.php?page=article&filtre=0&droiteA=0&numpageA=1&id=3138


        Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2007 11:50:23 -0800 (PST)
        From: "Robert Prechter" <rprechter5###yahoo.com>
        Subject: Larry J ohnson on: Valerie Plame/Brewster Jennings
        To: a###bbb.com

        You really should check the indymedia sites out. And
        quit being rude to telemarketers.

        http://santiago.indymedia.org/news/2007/01/43668.php
        http://grenoble.indymedia.org/index.php?page=article&filtre=0&droiteA=0&numpageA=1&id=3138

                    I personally don't care when Brewster-Jennings was started. I also do not care one iota whether or not Valerie
was ever covert even at the time of her "outing". What I do care about is that I had my rights violated in an outrageous way
by her and her colleagues at the CIA and by Mike Fabregas and his collegues at the FBI. And I intend to pursue this matter
until I receive an official explanation and an official apology.

March 10,2007

                    The news media are reporting that the FBI broke the law by abusing the Patriot Act. And of course, the officials

at the Department of Justice and FBI are all apologetic and pledging to correct the situation. I am waiting to see if the government

will prosecute the FBI agents involved or do their usual thing and simply promise not to do it again. I hope that the agents involved

will be prosecuted. It seems very corrupt that the government can break the law, repeatedly, yet they are never punished for it.

If I break the law even if done unintentionally and no matter how trivial the infraction I am punished for it.

March 17,2007

                    I read on the washingtonian.com website that Valerie Plame and her husband shared a meal with Hillary Clinton at

a restaurant called 701. Now I don't know if it's true, but if it is it certainly explains a lot. I wonder what the political fallout would

be to the Clintons if the public realized that the CIA engaged in domestic spying while Bill Clinton was in office. Of course, it does

not necessarily mean that President Clinton knew anything about it. I rather doubt that. But it does raise embarrassing questions for

someone.

                    Also, I saw the much announced testimony of Valerie Plame in Congress yesterday. I have to say I was surprised. I

thought that she would have something to say. Surprisingly though she had nothing informative to say. I guess that's consistent with

all of the other ex-CIA people I have seen speaking, like Melissa Mahle and Bob Baer. Every time they speak publicly, it's a waste

of the audience's time. They never tell you anything you didn't already know if you've been reading the newspaper. For a few moments

Valerie even seemed like a "dumb blonde". Of course I'm willing to accept that perhaps she wasn't completely alert. I understand that

she and her husband are preparing to move their home to a new house in Santa Fe. So perhaps she was just tired. Still, she looked a

lot more like a retard than some super-brilliant genius.

                    That reminds me. I still can't find anyone that seems to know what her degree was in. First I read it was in journalism.
Then it was international relations. Now according to some reports her degree was in advertising. Of course all of those degrees

are fluff degrees, the sorts of degrees that stupid people get because they can't or won't get a real degree in something that matters.

I keep wondering why I got my engineering degrees and went to school for ten years if our society is going to reward corrupt

bimbos like Valerie Plame just because she has "the look."

April 16,2007

                    My family receives a call from someone claiming to be FBI agent Patrick Brodsky at (305) 654-1899.
He claims that several FBI agents somehow feel threatened by my website and threatens to turn "my case" over to a special
prosecutor. Gee I didn't know I had a case just like I was unaware of making any threats toward anybody at the FBI.

                    After trying unsuccessfully to reach him numerous times at the number that he left and at the Miami FBI office, I send a
FAX to him at the Miami office. I informed him that I would be willing to answer any questions he might have if he sends them to
me in writing on FBI letterhead. I also caution him that I certainly can't stop him from going to a special prosecutor but before he
proceeds with such an action he might wish to consult with FBI agent Mike Fabregas and see if he is willing to commit perjury in
court. My family receives another phone call from Mr Brodsky, again while I'm away from home. After that I hear nothing. As of
September 2,2007 I still haven't heard from Mr Brodsky or his special prosecutor.
                    It seems that I have called his bluff.

August 30,2007

                     I see that Valerie Plame and her friends are now promoting her book Fair Game (ISBN: 1416537619) to be published
by Simon and Schuster.

Some corroborating info.:

            I haven't much to offer as proof. It's not as if I was carrying a camera about in my daily life. What I can offer is this:

            Someone should be able to prove that this security guard, James Brown, was actually at the Stafford Building [1500 Westbranch Drive, Tyson’s Corner,VA] in November 1996.  After all, how else would I know that he worked there at that time unless I was there? Also, the inside layout offers some corroboration. Again how else would I know unless I had been there? Of course, you would have to find someone who has been in the Stafford Building to offer corroboration. (And of course, it has been 9 years since I was there, so you need someone who was in the building at that time.) The building is L-shaped I believe with one leg of the L at the north end of the property ( that leg running east-west). The other leg runs north-south along the west side of the property with the corner of the building where the 2 legs meet at the northwest corner. This is just to orient you, not to try to prove anything. On the southeast corner of the leg running along the north end of the property is a conference room on the first floor. The conference room had windows overlooking the north parking lot entrance\driveway to the building.

[ Note:    After reviewing some aerial photos of the McLean, VA area I have realized that my description of the building layout of the CIA’s Stafford building above is inaccurate. The floor plan is not really an "L" shape. The conference room was however on the corner of the building overlooking the parking lot as mentioned above. This shouldn’t be too surprising since my memory of the place is 9 years old and I approached it from one side only.  The actual layout is depicted below:

STAFFORD BUILDING

I was never anywhere in the building except the 1st floor. Also on the first floor was a metal safe with a door maybe 5-6 feet high, several feet wide. I believe the safe was built into a wall so it was like a room by itself. Also on that first floor were the machines to test your vision and audio-testing booths. The room with the safe door was located near the door to the room containing the hearing testing booths.

                        It would also be interesting to see where a number of these people say they were in early Novermber of 1996. If they say they were anywhere but northern Virginia then, they're lying and won’t be able to prove it. I know  Cheri Leberknight, Rebecca Wolfson, Eunjoo Kensinger, and the cologne sprayer from the US embassy in Germany were there. I believe I was there from Novermber 5 - 7, Tues. to Thurs.  Oh yes, I also KNOW that Bob Baer was there since I saw him in the airport. I believe Dave Robertson was there too.

                        Hopefully someone can also verify that Dave Robertson has dental implants. How else would I know that?  That was kind of a weird thing too. Assuming I remember correctly, I think it was Dave Robertson who came up to the periodicals window in the library and for some strange reason mentioned that he had dental implants. I keep wondering if that was a some sort of strange memory test to see if I would remember it later. Odd.

                        Locating Rebecca Wolfson would help. To my knowledge, she has never been mentioned in the press or ever had her picture published. Having met her though, I know that she is tall, white and has dark hair. I'm 5'10". I think she's at least 6' tall.

                        Dave Robertson I believe had dark hair and was shorter than me. I've never seen a photo of him published anywhere.

                        If anyone can get access to any construction records or contracts,they might be able to verify that the Tech 1 building at 901 Follin Lane, Vienna,VA  was being painted on the inside on the first floor at the time. I remember the strong smell of paint and seeing some unfinished walls at the time. Inside the building at 901 Follin lane at the time was the "polygraph exam room" (on the 3rd floor I think) with the 2 way mirror in it.

Postscript:

I’ve received a lot of hate e-mail from people who support Valerie Plame including this one

from Larry Johnson:

From     :           lcjohnso <lcjohnso###ix.netcom.com>

To         :           "a###juno.com" <a###juno.com>                   

Subject :           Re: And just like George Bush.              

Date     :           Wed, 24 Aug 2005 22:28:00 -0400 (GMT-04:00)

Well, I'm keeping track of you phone conversations.  Friends on the inside,

you know.  You really shouldn't be so rude to telemarketers.

                Shortly after the beginning of my exchange of e-mails with Larry Johnson, I began receiving

several phishing attempts per day trying to obtain my credit card information along with a lot of unsolicited

e-mails from various listservers including plenty of sexually related material, none of it very good though.

                I also became the target of a smear campaign by Larry Johnson and his fellow intelligence community bloggers at IntelliBlog. I was characterized as a crazy conspiracy buff and derided as a "tinfoil hat wearer". And some of my replies to their hate-mail were selectively edited and presented out of context on their website in an attempt to make me look bad. Funny thing though:  I finally got tired of the smear and posted this entire account of my experience with the CIA on their blog site. And the guy that dismissed me as a crazy "tin foil hat wearer" quickly wrote me back, practically screaming in his e-mail:  "YOU TRAITOR! YOU WILL GO TO JAIL FOR THIS!"

Strange, I suddenly went from being crazy to being a traitor and a truthful one at that.

Oddly enough the entire IntelliBlog website has been taken down and there seems to be no trace of it now in the
internet archives.

                I also received an e-mail from  navyapple###aol.com  seeking to reestablish contact with Eunjoo Kensinger. So if you're reading this Eunjoo, you may (or may not) want to contact navyapple.

Some Information From Public Records Search

Valerie E Wilson
1115 Calle Conejo
Santa Fe, NM 87501
 

Robert B Baer            DOB: 07/11/1952
Dayna Ann Barnette   DOB: 03/12/1959
2501 K ST NW
WASHINGTON, DC 20037
(202) 965-4211

Robert B Baer            DOB: 07/11/1952
Dayna Ann Barnette    DOB: 03/12/1959
1108 Reese ST
Silverton, CO 81433
(970) 387-5457

Selected Visitors To This Site
This next page is a list of selected visitors to this site which I
thought were interesting:

Selected Site Visitors

Some Closing Wisdom

"Political tags - such as royalist, communist, democrat, populist, fascist, liberal, conservative, and so forth - are never basic criteria. The human race divides politically into those who want people to be controlled and those who have no such desire. "
- Robert Heinlein

"The worse thief is the one whose only intent

is to steal the joy of another man."

"Freedom isn't free. Millions of poor people work hard
every day so that rich people may have it."

"Reforms of the FBI and the CIA, even removal of the President from office, cannot remove the problem. American capitalism, based as it is on exploitation of the poor, with its fundamental motivation in personal greed, simply cannot survive without force - without a secret police force."
- Philip Agee
 

                "The other day, I promised to provide the public, the detail of meeting that I had with the members of the U.S. foreign relation council. ...
                In this meeting, I was waiting for some specialized and key point questions. But the level of the questions did not go beyond those that are raised in a regular news conference which have been answered many times. In the aforementioned meeting, it was again proven to me that the actual reason for the failure of the U.S. policy in its political field and international relation is their lack of information regarding the world's realities and also enclosure of the decision making people of that country in their own fabricated and false political propaganda."
                                    - Mahmoud Ahmadinejad,  President of Iran.

"In the US you have 'winners' and 'losers'.

The winners get a lot, but the losers get nothing."

--Lee Kwan Yew, former President of Singapore, commenting

on his visit to New York and an encounter with a homeless man.

"A good deed never goes unpunished."

"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist."
-- Dom Helder Camara

"The fact that an opinion has been widely held is no evidence that it is not utterly absurd."
- Bertrand Russell, British mathematician, philosopher

"Can't you be honest at least once in your life and admit that you are a deceitful liar who intentionally deceived your nation when you drove them to war in Iraq under the pretext of the presence of nuclear weapons there and under the pretext of al Qaeda's connections with Saddam Hussein, following which evidence proved that you intentionally lied and misled?"
- Ayman al-Zawahiri, speaking of George Bush.

"It's like Robin Hood in reverse:
In the United States the poor pay for the dreams of the rich."

"The primary cause of poverty is rich people."

"During a peace accord with the Colombian government in the early 1980's, the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC), Colombia's largest guerrilla group, established the Patriotic Union party (UP). ...  However, the UP, like the peace process, would be short-lived. Acting out of fear and vengeance, right-wing paramilitary groups working closely with government officials and personnel assassinated thousands of UP members, decimating the party and extinguishing nascent efforts toward national harmony."
                    -- from a review of the book "Walking Ghosts" by Steven Dudley

"The FARC is unlikely to accept such a deal again, and other insurgencies have no doubt learned from the set example that any state-negotiated peace process is bound to be a double-cross."
--  Training the Terrorists: US Intervention in Columbia, www.theinsurgent.net

Links:

Cryptome
Free Burma Rangers
 

Downloads:

Radio Direction Finder Plot

Flexible Tool For Pinging IP Addresses

A Simple But Versatile Timer Circuit
Firebase Solution Tool

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            Zen
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"And You Will Know The Truth, And The Truth Shall Set You Free."