One down, 34 dictators to go! At this rate, I could completely dismember the axis of evil in… one or two generations!
Now you may be saying, hey, Georgie-boy, it is highly unlikely you infected Castro with a disease which isn't contagious. You’d be wrong, stupid. The CIA has been trying to knock off that bastard for some 40 odd years now, and finally the sweet taste of revenge is in our grasps!
I’ve also infected Osama bin Laden with the debilitating brain disease, and in 30 to 40 years he should start showing symptoms, and after that, it’s only a matter of time before he’s dead! Sure, the Cold War is over, and in all likelihood the War on Terror will be over by the time Osama kicks off, but the point is he’ll be dead. These kinds of things take time; you don’t want to rush revenge.
Enemies of America beware! Like Castro, you too will be brought to justice. In time.
Showing posts with label CIA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CIA. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Spies Like Us
What I’m about to say is kind of confidential, and I don’t want you people spreading this personal anecdote around the internet, ok?
My father was in the CIA.
(my father in disguise with an unidentified man)
I’m not lying! He was an honest to God spook for the Central Intelligence Agency. This is how I found out…
I did a Google search for the words “CIA” and “President Bush” because I was trying to figure out what this whole Valerie Plame thing is about, and what it has to do with me (Cheney’s been keeping me out of the loop lately, and the New York Times is too wordy). So I clicked on ‘I’m feeling lucky’ and what do you know… George H. W. Bush: Director of the CIA. Dad! How come he never told me!
Now, this is exciting news; my dad was a spy! But I need you people to keep it secret. Remember, this is a personal Blog for friends and family, not for terrorists! Don’t go around publishing news articles or something stupid like that because it could compromise his secret identity as an average citizen/former President of the United States.
Can you imagine the amount of terror a spy would go through upon discovering that he/she had been outed? Not only is it a felony, but it is an abomination, and a breach of national security! Whosoever sinks low enough in life to divulge the secret identity of a spy is verily an asshole. I dare say I would rank them as low as the terrorists.
So. Back to my google search. In the mean time, if anyone wants to tell me what’s going on with the whole Valeria Plame thing, please, send a message my way. Cause I am so in the dark, it is ridiculous.
Email: Sonovabush@gmail.com (will trade National Secrets for a brief 2 to 3 page summary; double spaced, times new roman – my name at the top of the page on the left hand side along with date and subject)
My father was in the CIA.
(my father in disguise with an unidentified man)
I’m not lying! He was an honest to God spook for the Central Intelligence Agency. This is how I found out…
I did a Google search for the words “CIA” and “President Bush” because I was trying to figure out what this whole Valerie Plame thing is about, and what it has to do with me (Cheney’s been keeping me out of the loop lately, and the New York Times is too wordy). So I clicked on ‘I’m feeling lucky’ and what do you know… George H. W. Bush: Director of the CIA. Dad! How come he never told me!
Now, this is exciting news; my dad was a spy! But I need you people to keep it secret. Remember, this is a personal Blog for friends and family, not for terrorists! Don’t go around publishing news articles or something stupid like that because it could compromise his secret identity as an average citizen/former President of the United States.
Can you imagine the amount of terror a spy would go through upon discovering that he/she had been outed? Not only is it a felony, but it is an abomination, and a breach of national security! Whosoever sinks low enough in life to divulge the secret identity of a spy is verily an asshole. I dare say I would rank them as low as the terrorists.
So. Back to my google search. In the mean time, if anyone wants to tell me what’s going on with the whole Valeria Plame thing, please, send a message my way. Cause I am so in the dark, it is ridiculous.
Email: Sonovabush@gmail.com (will trade National Secrets for a brief 2 to 3 page summary; double spaced, times new roman – my name at the top of the page on the left hand side along with date and subject)
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Proof Saddam Considered Intending to Re-start Thinking about Re-Starting Iraqi Weapons Program!
All you liberal whackos out there who said Saddam wasn’t a threat to America? Well I have proof he was!
The CIA created a mind reading device (see photo)
which was placed on Saddam’s head late last night, and the results which came back were startling. Among the thoughts we extracted from his mind were these tasty unpatriotic, anti-American tidbits…
(Actual thoughts of Saddam)
“Man, what happened, this sucks.”
“I wish I was in Cuba.”
“Ya know, maybe I should have made weapons of mass destruction. Yes, in hindsight, if I knew they were going to invade me anyway, I would have made weapons. Damn, I should have been prepared. This is what I get for being optimistic.”
“I wish I knew that Osama Bin Laden guy right about now.”
“I have to admit, Bush did look very heroic in the weeks that followed September 11th; hanging out with those firefighters was a way better photo op than me shooting a shotgun from a balcony. I need to get that Scott McClellan guy. Hell, if i knew they'd invade me I would have helped Bin Laden with the attacks. I'm such a fool! Ah hell, I did everything wrong!”
“Is it potato, or potatoe?”
“Why me!?”
“I wonder if I could get that hot Abu Ghraib prison guard to come down here, strip me naked, and then walk me around on a leash again... what can I say, I have a thing for chicks with short hair in army clothes.”
So it looks like my doctrine of pre-emptive preemption based an assumptions was accurate… I dare anyone to dispute that!
The CIA created a mind reading device (see photo)
which was placed on Saddam’s head late last night, and the results which came back were startling. Among the thoughts we extracted from his mind were these tasty unpatriotic, anti-American tidbits…
(Actual thoughts of Saddam)
“Man, what happened, this sucks.”
“I wish I was in Cuba.”
“Ya know, maybe I should have made weapons of mass destruction. Yes, in hindsight, if I knew they were going to invade me anyway, I would have made weapons. Damn, I should have been prepared. This is what I get for being optimistic.”
“I wish I knew that Osama Bin Laden guy right about now.”
“I have to admit, Bush did look very heroic in the weeks that followed September 11th; hanging out with those firefighters was a way better photo op than me shooting a shotgun from a balcony. I need to get that Scott McClellan guy. Hell, if i knew they'd invade me I would have helped Bin Laden with the attacks. I'm such a fool! Ah hell, I did everything wrong!”
“Is it potato, or potatoe?”
“Why me!?”
“I wonder if I could get that hot Abu Ghraib prison guard to come down here, strip me naked, and then walk me around on a leash again... what can I say, I have a thing for chicks with short hair in army clothes.”
So it looks like my doctrine of pre-emptive preemption based an assumptions was accurate… I dare anyone to dispute that!
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Who's to Blame for the Middle East Crisis -
& some insightful solutions
Any idiot could tell you that these suicide bombings in Israel have been going on for months now, and I thought to myself, "Hey, I'm the President of the most powerful nation in the world, perhaps I could do something." But before we solve this complicated and devastating situation, we must first understand it...
A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE WORLD:
A wise man once said, “The answers to all of life’s questions are in the Bible.” My question is, “Who is to blame for the problem in the Middle East?” The answer to my question:
Jesus.
Now hear me out… None of this would have happened if Jesus had only shaved his beard, dressed like a woman, and moved to Afghanistan. Let me explain. Two thousand and four years ago, a man named Jesus was killed in front of a Jewish mob in Jerusalem. Nothing really happened after that for another 1,913 years except a lot of Jewish persecution, and possibly some sort of renaissance. But one year later, all hell broke loose when Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated. All of a sudden, everyone was enemies with everyone, and your mother. One guy said one thing, another snapped back, some things were said that people really didn’t mean, and the world went to shit.
When the dust… and bullets… and mortars… and grenades… and body parts settled, Europe looked worse than a Mike Tyson bachelor party (see photograph).
When America asked, “Who did this?” Europe replied in unison, “He started it,” gesturing wildly at everyone else on the continent. Unfortunately for Germany, a majority of the fingers were pointed in the direction of the man with the pointy hat eating the bratwurst, and so a lifetime of punitive damages was sentenced upon Germany, and Germany could not afford it with such high APR rates and an already sketchy credit history.
Meanwhile, Jesus was still dead.
A few years of rebuilding a devastated infrastructure and shattered economy followed, a pogrom here and there, maybe a nice little Jewish wedding and that brings us up to the mid- 1930’s. Now, you can understand the German people are not in the best place right now; they just lost a war, they are not allowed to build an army to defend themselves… and they are German. It was a tough time to be around. Then along comes a guy named Adolph who promises the German people power, money, funny mustaches! Adolph tells the people of Germany,
“Its not your fault life is so crummy; blame it on the inferior Jew! He killed Jesus! His hair is not blonde! He is responsible for your awful lot in life!”
The people of Germany believe it, and why not? It makes sense… I mean, they are inferior right… maybe the Jews did kill our prophet… I suppose their hair is not a beautiful shade of blonde. Lets face it Germany, how can you be expected to accept responsibility with hair as beautiful as yours?! The problem with humans starts with the fact that they can not take blame for their actions (which will tie in later to a man named Donald Rumsfeld, who still refuses to accept responsibility for taking a bite of my turkey sandwich I left in the fridge with my name on it, see photo).
So Adolph goes around killing Jews with the will of all of Germany. Long story short, the war ends and the Jews are freed back into a country that hates them as much as I do. Some of the Jewish people are hesitant to go back home to neighbors that in the preceding years were literally trying to kill them, and so the United Nations with not much more to do with their time in 1947, sent some of the Jewish people back to their roots; the place where that Jesus guy was executed; Jerusalem.
No more worries, right!
EXCUSE ME SIR, I WAS LIVING THERE:
What the Hell? Who put people here? The following is actual dialogue from the first few days of the relocation of the Jewish people.
“Excuse me Jew, but I was living there.”
“I don’t see your name on it.”
“Uh, it is right there on that sign that says Palestine.”
“I believe the Jews were here first, pssh (does the hand thing).”
“No, you see Palestinians have been living here for the last few centuries."
“Well the Jews lived here several centuries before you, and I believe the Jewish people called Tapsies (Tapsies is Yiddish for Dibbsies).”
You can feel the tension in the conversation already, and that was before it got bad. Within a year of the UN’s relocation plan, Israel declared itself a state in what was originally British-controlled Palestine.
“Peace” existed for roughly 12 years until, in 1960; Gamal Nasser proclaimed that Egypt and the Arab world would never recognize a Jewish state. So began the preparations for the Six Days War (which was later declared in 1962 the worst name for a war ever), with the bombing of Israel from the Golan Heights by Syria. Once again a few words were exchanged, and again some people said some things they did not mean while simultaneously Egyptian troops moved towards the border of Israel at the Sinai Peninsula. On May 18, 1967, the Six Day War began when the UN emergency forces were expelled from protecting Israel, and the voice of the Arabs declared,
“As of today, there no longer exists an international emergency force to protect Israel. We shall exercise patience no more. We shall not complain any more to the UN about Israel. The sole method we shall apply against Israel is total war, which will result in the extermination of the Zionist existence. Also, as of today, the Bon Marche will be having blowout prices on all clothing in prepartion for the big back to school sale.”
Make another long story short; after the unsuccessful Six Day War ended the dust settled again and in a complete reversal Israel now controlled the Golan Heights, The Sinai Peninsula, the Gaza strip, and the West side of the Jordan river known as the West Bank. This total turn around in events has been compared to the Vietnamese success in the Vietnam War, but at least we did not lose Montana, Virginia, California, and parts of the Mississippi in the whole mix up. Despite the somewhat embarrassing defeat of the Arab people, “peace” existed for another five years until the UN ran out of things to do again, and adopted resolution 242 which created peace with Israel’s adjacent countries in exchange for the lands that were seized during the Six Day War. Problem solved, right?
THE CURRENT SITUATION:
For the last couple of decades, Israel and Palestine have been sharing the land… sort of. Israel controls it, but allows Palestinians to live in reservation type deals, similar to how we held up the Native Americans. Unfortunately for Israel, the old small pox infected blanket routine had been done to death, and the Palestinians were on to our game. So once again, Palestine is upset that they do not own their own land, and that they are a guest in occupied territory. In the immortal words of Met's announcer Bob Murphy,
"And heeerrrreeee coommee the suicide bombings"
Because that is the way to get things done! The whole idea of peace negotiations brings out the suicide bombers like insects to road kill, because their doctrine of kill and be killed is the only solution to wiping the other side off the planet. Hell, if those two don’t knock it off, I am about to come back there and give them something to bitch about. Hence the American involvement begins.
Like my father to disputes with my brothers, America stuck its big fat head into what really was not our problem to begin with. It seems that in trying to help out relocated, persecuted, bombed out Jews, we made more enemies by supplying the Israeli’s with our own weapons (by the way, my dad never gave us weapons to help my brother or myself during our fights. My dad spent his time giving weapons to the Iraqis when he worked as the director of the CIA, and then taking them away as President when he invaded that country later in 1991).
THE SOLUTION:
So there are only two solutions to the Middle East issue that America could execute without making enemies. We can either go back in time and kill that son of a God Jesus before that prick Pontius Pilot gets a chance at him, or settle the issue with the relocation of Palestinians… To Montana, because lets face it people, I’m not using it, are you? They can live happily ever after with the Asians for all I care. Problem solved.
Any idiot could tell you that these suicide bombings in Israel have been going on for months now, and I thought to myself, "Hey, I'm the President of the most powerful nation in the world, perhaps I could do something." But before we solve this complicated and devastating situation, we must first understand it...
A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE WORLD:
A wise man once said, “The answers to all of life’s questions are in the Bible.” My question is, “Who is to blame for the problem in the Middle East?” The answer to my question:
Jesus.
Now hear me out… None of this would have happened if Jesus had only shaved his beard, dressed like a woman, and moved to Afghanistan. Let me explain. Two thousand and four years ago, a man named Jesus was killed in front of a Jewish mob in Jerusalem. Nothing really happened after that for another 1,913 years except a lot of Jewish persecution, and possibly some sort of renaissance. But one year later, all hell broke loose when Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated. All of a sudden, everyone was enemies with everyone, and your mother. One guy said one thing, another snapped back, some things were said that people really didn’t mean, and the world went to shit.
When the dust… and bullets… and mortars… and grenades… and body parts settled, Europe looked worse than a Mike Tyson bachelor party (see photograph).
When America asked, “Who did this?” Europe replied in unison, “He started it,” gesturing wildly at everyone else on the continent. Unfortunately for Germany, a majority of the fingers were pointed in the direction of the man with the pointy hat eating the bratwurst, and so a lifetime of punitive damages was sentenced upon Germany, and Germany could not afford it with such high APR rates and an already sketchy credit history.
Meanwhile, Jesus was still dead.
A few years of rebuilding a devastated infrastructure and shattered economy followed, a pogrom here and there, maybe a nice little Jewish wedding and that brings us up to the mid- 1930’s. Now, you can understand the German people are not in the best place right now; they just lost a war, they are not allowed to build an army to defend themselves… and they are German. It was a tough time to be around. Then along comes a guy named Adolph who promises the German people power, money, funny mustaches! Adolph tells the people of Germany,
“Its not your fault life is so crummy; blame it on the inferior Jew! He killed Jesus! His hair is not blonde! He is responsible for your awful lot in life!”
The people of Germany believe it, and why not? It makes sense… I mean, they are inferior right… maybe the Jews did kill our prophet… I suppose their hair is not a beautiful shade of blonde. Lets face it Germany, how can you be expected to accept responsibility with hair as beautiful as yours?! The problem with humans starts with the fact that they can not take blame for their actions (which will tie in later to a man named Donald Rumsfeld, who still refuses to accept responsibility for taking a bite of my turkey sandwich I left in the fridge with my name on it, see photo).
So Adolph goes around killing Jews with the will of all of Germany. Long story short, the war ends and the Jews are freed back into a country that hates them as much as I do. Some of the Jewish people are hesitant to go back home to neighbors that in the preceding years were literally trying to kill them, and so the United Nations with not much more to do with their time in 1947, sent some of the Jewish people back to their roots; the place where that Jesus guy was executed; Jerusalem.
No more worries, right!
EXCUSE ME SIR, I WAS LIVING THERE:
What the Hell? Who put people here? The following is actual dialogue from the first few days of the relocation of the Jewish people.
“Excuse me Jew, but I was living there.”
“I don’t see your name on it.”
“Uh, it is right there on that sign that says Palestine.”
“I believe the Jews were here first, pssh (does the hand thing).”
“No, you see Palestinians have been living here for the last few centuries."
“Well the Jews lived here several centuries before you, and I believe the Jewish people called Tapsies (Tapsies is Yiddish for Dibbsies).”
You can feel the tension in the conversation already, and that was before it got bad. Within a year of the UN’s relocation plan, Israel declared itself a state in what was originally British-controlled Palestine.
“Peace” existed for roughly 12 years until, in 1960; Gamal Nasser proclaimed that Egypt and the Arab world would never recognize a Jewish state. So began the preparations for the Six Days War (which was later declared in 1962 the worst name for a war ever), with the bombing of Israel from the Golan Heights by Syria. Once again a few words were exchanged, and again some people said some things they did not mean while simultaneously Egyptian troops moved towards the border of Israel at the Sinai Peninsula. On May 18, 1967, the Six Day War began when the UN emergency forces were expelled from protecting Israel, and the voice of the Arabs declared,
“As of today, there no longer exists an international emergency force to protect Israel. We shall exercise patience no more. We shall not complain any more to the UN about Israel. The sole method we shall apply against Israel is total war, which will result in the extermination of the Zionist existence. Also, as of today, the Bon Marche will be having blowout prices on all clothing in prepartion for the big back to school sale.”
Make another long story short; after the unsuccessful Six Day War ended the dust settled again and in a complete reversal Israel now controlled the Golan Heights, The Sinai Peninsula, the Gaza strip, and the West side of the Jordan river known as the West Bank. This total turn around in events has been compared to the Vietnamese success in the Vietnam War, but at least we did not lose Montana, Virginia, California, and parts of the Mississippi in the whole mix up. Despite the somewhat embarrassing defeat of the Arab people, “peace” existed for another five years until the UN ran out of things to do again, and adopted resolution 242 which created peace with Israel’s adjacent countries in exchange for the lands that were seized during the Six Day War. Problem solved, right?
THE CURRENT SITUATION:
For the last couple of decades, Israel and Palestine have been sharing the land… sort of. Israel controls it, but allows Palestinians to live in reservation type deals, similar to how we held up the Native Americans. Unfortunately for Israel, the old small pox infected blanket routine had been done to death, and the Palestinians were on to our game. So once again, Palestine is upset that they do not own their own land, and that they are a guest in occupied territory. In the immortal words of Met's announcer Bob Murphy,
"And heeerrrreeee coommee the suicide bombings"
Because that is the way to get things done! The whole idea of peace negotiations brings out the suicide bombers like insects to road kill, because their doctrine of kill and be killed is the only solution to wiping the other side off the planet. Hell, if those two don’t knock it off, I am about to come back there and give them something to bitch about. Hence the American involvement begins.
Like my father to disputes with my brothers, America stuck its big fat head into what really was not our problem to begin with. It seems that in trying to help out relocated, persecuted, bombed out Jews, we made more enemies by supplying the Israeli’s with our own weapons (by the way, my dad never gave us weapons to help my brother or myself during our fights. My dad spent his time giving weapons to the Iraqis when he worked as the director of the CIA, and then taking them away as President when he invaded that country later in 1991).
THE SOLUTION:
So there are only two solutions to the Middle East issue that America could execute without making enemies. We can either go back in time and kill that son of a God Jesus before that prick Pontius Pilot gets a chance at him, or settle the issue with the relocation of Palestinians… To Montana, because lets face it people, I’m not using it, are you? They can live happily ever after with the Asians for all I care. Problem solved.
Executive Order 9066 - Our Finest Hour
What’s the biggest problem in America today?
Chinamen!
The problem with Asians is you can’t keep track of them; they’re like sand – they’re everywhere and they’re yellow. I have this Chinaman secretary, Ms. “Kitagawa,” and she has the slantiest eyes you’ve ever seen, sometimes I wonder if she can see me when I’m giving her orders, or if she’s even awake.
Now I realize it is impractical to simply stop them from getting married and scientists have informed me that they share the same genetic makeup we whites do; so a race specific disease is out of the question. I’m skeptical, but I guess we pay them to think for us right?
Anyway, this is my plan; a gentleman’s agreement if you will… We agree to educate their children already in our country, and they agree not to immigrate to our country ever again. If they break the rules, we ship them off to live in Montana, as far as my preliminary CIA intelligence reports suggest, no one else is living there currently so there shouldn’t be any problems.
Chinamen!
The problem with Asians is you can’t keep track of them; they’re like sand – they’re everywhere and they’re yellow. I have this Chinaman secretary, Ms. “Kitagawa,” and she has the slantiest eyes you’ve ever seen, sometimes I wonder if she can see me when I’m giving her orders, or if she’s even awake.
Now I realize it is impractical to simply stop them from getting married and scientists have informed me that they share the same genetic makeup we whites do; so a race specific disease is out of the question. I’m skeptical, but I guess we pay them to think for us right?
Anyway, this is my plan; a gentleman’s agreement if you will… We agree to educate their children already in our country, and they agree not to immigrate to our country ever again. If they break the rules, we ship them off to live in Montana, as far as my preliminary CIA intelligence reports suggest, no one else is living there currently so there shouldn’t be any problems.
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Important Day!
Today I met with a secret operative from the CIA who's codename is Switchblade, but he said I could just call him Norris... Switchblade! What a cool codename! I asked Colin if i could change my name to something cool like Cut-Throat or Deep-Blue. Colin said we'd talk about it later, which usually means NO. Anyway, I got a picture of me and Norris when Colin wasn't looking. Colin would be extra pissed off if he found out I have this.
Mr. Norris is sitting in between Colin and I. He does top secret stuff, like killing people and infiltrating spy cell networks. He knows everything too! I can see why they make him so secret. I found out he lives in Georgetown, just up the street from me, so I think I will pay him a visit someday. If you're reading this Norris, your secret is safe with me, my dad was the director of the CIA for a bunch of years, so I know all about keeping things on the DL.
Mr. Norris is sitting in between Colin and I. He does top secret stuff, like killing people and infiltrating spy cell networks. He knows everything too! I can see why they make him so secret. I found out he lives in Georgetown, just up the street from me, so I think I will pay him a visit someday. If you're reading this Norris, your secret is safe with me, my dad was the director of the CIA for a bunch of years, so I know all about keeping things on the DL.
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