| May 12, 2006 Alaskan in Exile by Neil Zawicki I was settled in after a long day on the Columbia River when I received an urgent phone call from Chicago. It was my old friend Delcan, and he had that urgent, elevated tone that always carries big news. “What are you gonna write about this week?” he asked me. “I’m not sure yet,” I replied, “maybe something serious.” “Why don’t you write about God.” “God?” I replied. Delcan was talking on his SatCom phone from a noisy pub, so the audio was less than optimal. “No, no, Goss!” “Porter Goss?” “Right, Porter Goss,” he said. “He’s out as CIA director.” “Hey, there’s an idea,” I said, aligning the sights of my 1942 Mauser on a hay bail with a photo of the cast of TV’s “Hill Street Blues” taped to it. I sent three rounds into the target as Delcan continued: “Yeah, he’s out, and they’ll probably get some military shill in there before we know it. Is that a Lee Enfield?” “Nope. It’s a Mauser.” “Right,” he continued, “so, the CIA’s pissed at the Pentagon, because they get to do more spying these days, so it’ll be interesting to see who they get.” “No doubt a uniform,” I replied, fixing bayonet and running for the hay bail. “No doubt,” Delcan said, “and probably an NSA guy as well. National Security Agency. There’s a spook story for you. It makes the CIA look like the Utah State Board of Liquor Licensing. The joke in Washington is that NSA stands for “No Such Agency.” The NSA operates at a level of secrecy that gives it almost out-of-body capabilities. In fact, Remote Viewing – a form of Astral Projection – is a practice the NSA spends a lot of time developing. No joke. This is a coven of ex-military Warlocks we’re talking about here, and they’re getting more toys and more freedom each week. “Maybe you should stop trying to bayonet that hay bail and check the media monitor,” Delcan said. “How did you know I was playing with the bayonet?” I asked him. “I know you,” he replied, “I know your habits.” “Are you sure you’re not remote viewing?” I asked. “Of course I’m sure I’m not remote viewing. What are you talking about, you paranoid lunatic?” There was a long silence. “Right,” I said finally. “Of course.” I put the gun down and went over to the media monitoring station. There it was on the screen. The chosen replacement for Goss is retired Air Force general and NSA man Micheal Hayden. His Masonic grin blazed white, and filled the room with an eerie, electronic glow. It made the hair stand up on my neck. Neil Zawicki, exiled Alaskan, is Editor at Large for Insurgent49, a former reporter for the Alaska Star, and winner of the Alaska Press Club's 'Best Columnist' award. He is now living out the rest of his days in an undisclosed location in Oregon. He can be contacted at - hondo23@gmail.com |
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