You can’t make this stuff up

It’s something I keep in mind when things get frustrating; given the choice, what would I do given the power to effect change and the bull’s eye on my back at the same time? What would it look like to the outside world, and what would I need to effect change in spite of the bull’s eye?

And then I read the next installment by EW and I plug along behind with the digging for the truth. Doing so eases my frustration somewhat.

Everyone seems to have assumed “things were fixed” just because someone said so. Forgive me, but DC and spy ops in particular is a pretty cynical business. No one assumes that without verification if they think for a moment there’s a consequence for it not being so.

One of the bureaucracy’s jobs is to lay blame on everybody but the ones who did it. The twist on that theme here seems to be to deny there’s any “it” that happened, and if there were, “somebody fixed it”.

I wonder if we’ll ever find out who attended the torture sessions or perhaps monitored them remotely.

If the DoJ never applies any pressure or starts prosecuting, why would we think we have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting anything close to the truth? They’ve all had years to clean this up and to collect (or create) blackmail on every person who is a potential threat (or just disappear them).

So we get redacted documents, held back for “review” until the people engaged in a cover up, and other people who have something to hide feel that the documents are massaged enough to be released to the ankle biting public who I’m sure they believe “can’t handle the truth” and have no right to know it.

Sorry for the cynicism but sometimes the futility is too big to push aside. Do you ever wonder if they’re just playing with us? What do you throw to that very bright, persistent and perplexing wing of the party who doesn’t respond to the usual red meat and damn it, have unAmerican long memories? Ever wonder if you might one day be sending campaign donations and shaking hands with a smiling con man who is knee deep in all of this?

Well, I’ll just keep counting on very clever people on the inside who happen to be decent and honest, or at the very least have a vendetta, and I’ll bank on the likelihood that people who are sick enough to design and implement these torture worlds and build elaborate webs of deceit are bound to screw up or lose it completely and spill.

Lastly, and this really bugs me, why *does* Dick Cheney live next door to the CIA? And why do we never hear anything from or about Rumsfeld?

Oh, hell. Are we absolutely sure the bridge you travel from ignorance and bliss crumbles behind you?

But you knew that.

For a guy who works in a government job, he sure dresses gangsta’.

Snappy, over-pronounced pinstripe suit with a too-loud for corporate life tie? Not even a subdued Joseph Abboud but something loud like Hugo Boss?

Yeesh.