Selasa, 17 Juli 2007

Your Next "Landlord" Will Speak Chinese

Meet your future landlord: Thanks to the Federal Reserve and our own profligacy, Washington is looking to China to bail out the distressed mortgage industry.


It takes a mind better attuned than mine to the arcane science of high finance to understand why the Dow briefly crested 14,000 today (July 17). The mystery deepens considerably when items such as this are taken into account:

"[Homebuilders] declined after the National Association of Home Builders/Wells Fargo sentiment index fell this month to 24, the lowest since January 1991, from 28 in June. Readings less than 50 mean most respondents view conditions as poor."

For several years, the manic real estate/mortgage/refinancing industry has been the only engine keeping our consumer economy aloft. The Federal Reserve, the Power Elite's official counterfeiters since 1913, has done everything it can to keep the housing and re-fi bubble inflated, as the dollar's increasing decrepitude demonstrates.

The official rationale for the Federal Reserve -- whose officers don't have the cojones to be honest and brazen thieves -- is that they exist to regulate and rationalize the economy by exercising sober, adult authority over the banking system. R-i-i-i-i-i-ight. That's why they spent the last decade or so pumping out money and credit with the giddy enthusiasm of a prankster spiking the Prom punchbowl with Spanish Fly.

This led to years of promiscuous mortgage lending in which financial institutions would open their wallets on very short acquaintance to practically anybody, irrespective of his background or qualifications. As a result, countless people on both ends of such deals got screwed, and the economy is pregnant with awful possibilities. I'd elaborate on some of them, but I think I've overworked this metaphor already.

We can already see the expanding collapse of the "sub-prime" mortgage sector, which in some communities is undermining property values for conscientious homeowners and (odd as this might seem at first) abetting the growth of the police state. Not surprisingly, investors are bailing out of the sub-prime market.

Trying to stem that hemorrhage is a task assigned to Housing and Urban Development (HUD) Secretary Alphonso Jackson (who is nowhere near as cool as virtuoso bassist Alphonso Johnson -- and no, that's not Basil Fawlty on lead guitar, but rather a very young John Scofield).

Where does a US government official go these days in search of investment capital?

That's right -- Beijing.

"Hey, honey -- our new neighbors are here to throw a house-warming party!"


His hat in his hand, Secretary Jackson took Mendicant Airlines to Beijing, seeking to persuade China's central bank "to buy more mortgage-backed securities after a surge in defaults by risky borrowers in the world's largest economy eroded demand for such instruments," reported Bloomberg News. Specifically, Jackson sought to sell the Chinese some securities issued by Ginnie Mae, a federally backed mortgage lender operating through HUD.


Ginnie Mae is a better investment than its better-known cousins Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae, Jackson insists, because HUD's mortgage association has the "full backing of the US government."

In other words: When Ginnie's mortgages go bad, Congress covers for them and gets the Fed to print up the "money" to cover the costs; other Government-Sponsored Enterprises (GSEs) such as Freddie and Fannie offer no such guarantees, even though they're widely believed to.

HUD is also seeking to sell mortgage securities to Chinese commercial banks, and Jackson intends to sign a "memorandum of understanding" on this matter with Chinese construction minister Wang Guangtao when he visits Washington in August.


Refinancing a mortgage with the First Bank of Mao is a little ... different. For some reason you have to agree to repaint your house in festive Proletarian red. The mortgage papers come bound in a little Red Book. And you have to sign with this huge ceremonial pen containing an embedded explosive charge.


Amazing as it may seem, as of June 2006, Beijing held over $107.5 billion in US mortgage securities. This is a trifling amount once it's understood that there is something on the order of $11.8 trillion in outstanding mortgages. But the bubble's collapse has just begun -- and Beijing is awash in cash. Although Washington is looking for Beijing's help to bail out its mortgage-granting GSEs, but given the extent to which the economy still depends on that sector, there's no reason to expect that our rulers would want the Chinese to stop there.

Until a "homeowner" pays off his mortgage, he's actually renting his home from the lending institution. I wouldn't be surprised if, several years hence, millions of American "homeowners" discovered that the "landlord" to whom they're making mortgage payments is the Chinese government.

A brief postscript....

Look, I'm aware that China has changed dramatically since the Cultural Revolution; in fact, according to friends and relatives who spend a considerable amount of time there, it has changed dramatically in just the last decade. While the Chinese government still describes itself as the vessel of "Marxism-Leninism-Maoism-Deng Xiaoping Thought," its commitment to global revolution is considerably weaker than that of the demented ideologues who surround the Dimwit-in-Chief. The Chinese themselves are astonishingly bright and admirably entrepreneurial. The regime, like governments everywhere, is run by some thoroughly nasty people. I would like to think that China is big enough and old enough that it can transcend Communism, but I'm not optimistic. I would love to be proven wrong.

And a personal request...

Please keep Korrin in your prayers. She is not doing well.

Please visit
The Right Source and the Liberty Minute archive.

Senin, 16 Juli 2007

Briefly Considered: A "Weimar Moment" Approaches
























"We are in danger of having ... a Weimar moment in our politics. German politics was embittered disastrously by the belief that they were on the cusp of victory in 1918 and were stabbed in the back by the civilian leadership that didn't understand Germany's military prowess. There is a constituency in this town that believes we're winning in Iraq, that we have at last figured it out, that the indices of success are there. And if we pull out and have the kind of disastrous consequences, telegenic disastrous consequences, or could have, we're going to have people saying, `We had it won and threw it away.'" --


George F. Will to George Stephanopolous, "This Week," July 15


Shortly before the last election (if that term can be used to apply to a selection process involving two entirely interchangeable contenders), the witty and perceptive Charles Featherstone offered his own warnings about the Weimarization of American politics:

"It is common currency among many committed Republicans that Democrats know nothing about the military and are simply incapable of commanding it properly. America needs a strong Commander-in-Chief, and a wimpy, wussy Democrat more worried about day care, health care, hair care and [illicit assignations with interns] is simply incapable of issuing orders that generals and admirals will respect and obey. Bill Clinton tried to prove otherwise, but his handful of wars and his recreational activities have, I fear, simply reinforced this notion among the Red State Party Faithful.

So, if Kerry [or another Democratic successor to Bush] presides over a withdrawal from Iraq – even the same withdrawal that Bush would have undertaken in virtually the same way – be prepared for the big lie, a "stabbed-in-the-back" theory that will bitterly and angrily poison American politics and society, likely worse than post-Vietnam recriminations damaged our national politics.

Expect to be told – to be lectured and hectored – that were it not for likes of us, for dissent, America would have won, if we had just been as united as we were on September 12, 2001.

Never mind that there was no winning.

During the First World War, the German Imperial government imposed very strict censorship on battle reports. Many at home in Germany had no idea how badly things had gone for the army during the last three months of fighting in 1918. That, combined with the abdication of the government which had waged the war and thus was unable to take responsibility for losing it, allowed an exceptionally poisonous lie to take hold: the `November Criminals,' the socialists and Jews who supposedly sold the nation out, who stabbed in the back and defeated an army that was not beaten on the battlefield. That lie, and the hatred and mistrust it engendered within German society, made it virtually impossible for Germans to govern themselves effectively during the 1920s.

And we all know what that eventually led to."


Even more ominous still is the fact that in terms of the consolidation of power in the presidency, the real "Weimar Moment" happened last October.


A brief aside --

Please forgive the skimpiness of this offering, and expect a lengthier and more fully realized essay as soon as conditions permit.

I offer my deepest and most earnest thanks to the people who have made some incredibly generous donations to me and my family. Your kindness, I am not ashamed to admit, has literally left me in tears. I would ask for your continued prayers on behalf of Korrin, who remains hospitalized and is not making any improvement.

Thanks again. God bless all of you.


Please be sure to visit
The Right Source and the Liberty Minute archive.

Kamis, 12 Juli 2007

Praetorian "Conservatism"

"I took an oath to the president, and I take that oath very seriously."

This declaration was offered as a pious summation civic duty by former White House Political Director Sara Taylor. She stated this without irony or self-awareness. Clearly, she was someone who had been immersed in a culture of fuhrerprinzip, in which there was no allegiance higher than loyalty to the Grand and Glorious Decider.

Senator Patrick Leahy quite correctly reminded Miss Taylor that even though
"the president refers to the government being his government -- it's not," and that her "paramount" duty was to the Constitution:






A day before Sara Taylor's Senate testimony provided an inadvertent illustration of the Bush Regime's Leader Cult in action, former Surgeon General Richard H. Carmona described another example in his testimony before a House committee.


"In [speeches delivered during] my first year, clearly I was told a number of times that the president's name wasn't mentioned in the speech and I was told it should be mentioned -- at one point, at least three times on every page," Carmona recalled. "And I said, 'I'm not going to do that.' . . ."


During his press conference today (July 12), The Grand and Glorious Decider himself expatiated at length on his apparently limitless unilateral powers, his comments planted with a thick forest of vertical singular pronouns:

"I will rely on General Petraeus to give me his recommendations for the appropriate troop levels in Iraq. I will discuss the recommendation with the secretary of defense and the Joint Chiefs of Staff. I will continue consultations with members of the United States Congress from both sides of the aisle. And then I'll make a decision."

One reporter asked The Decider if he has "entertained the idea that at some point Congress may take some of that sole decision-making power away through legislation.... [C]an you tell us: Are you still committed to vetoing any troop withdrawal deadline?"


"I don't think Congress ought to be running the war," replied the Commander Guy. "I think they ought to be funding our troops.... I listen to Congress. Congress has got all the right to appropriate money. But the idea of telling our military how to conduct operations, for example, or how to, you know, deal with troops strength, is -- I don't think it makes sense."


On this construction, the sole duty of Congress is to appropriate money to keep the war going for as long as the Decider requires. It was dictatorial presumption of this sort that cost Charles I his head.


Under the U.S. Constitution, a document for which The Decider has expressed profane contempt, it is Congress -- not the president -- that decides when and against whom our nation goes to war. It has the power to de-fund the present war and to recall the troops.


But those delegated powers aren't in the Constitution as Bush understands it, which -- if reduced to print -- would read something like this: "Law consists of two lines above my signature." That was Saddam Hussein's description of his power, and there is something oddly appropriate in the fact that Saddam is the only individual or institution to whom Bush was supposedly willing to defer in deciding whether to invade Iraq.


During today's press conference, Bush pointedly refused to concede that he had made the decision to go to war. The one who decided on behalf of the United States, Bush insisted, was
"Saddam Hussein. He chose the course.... It was his decision to make. "


Actually, Saddam Hussein had agreed to abdicate power and flee into exile in order to prevent an attack on his country, which means that somewhere beneath the numerous layers of murderous corruption in his personality was an embattled spark of genuine patriotism.
Bush and the adults who script his lines weren't going to permit any arrangement that didn't involve an attack on, and occupation of, Iraq -- despite Bush's ongoing effort to assign the responsibility for the war to Saddam.


Unfortunately for Bush, in December 2005, before the occupation of Iraq had blossomed into the full-blown catastrophe it has become, Bush was eager to claim sole credit for making the decision for war. Bush told NBC correspondent Brian Williams:


"I remember the day we committed the troops, or I committed the troops, there's no `we' to it. I committed the troops to combat in Iraq. And I left here [the Oval Office], walked out that door, walked around that South Lawn there with my trusty dog Spot, just thinking about the consequences...."(Emphasis added.)


Imagining Bush in stoic contemplation of war's grim consequences summons up an amusingly implausible picture -- rather like one of those posed photographs of a Chimp dressed as a scientist contemplating some mysterious substance in a test tube.


Be that as it may, there is an interesting contrast between Saddam Hussein, and the American President whose doctrine of executive power is essentially identical to that of the Iraqi despot: Saddam was willing to surrender power, if it would spare his country a hugely destructive war. Bush is incapable of such a sacrifice.


Of course, that comparison is unfair -- to Saddam, who, repulsive as he was, killed fewer Iraqis and Americans than has George W. Bush.


Please visit The Right Source, and the Liberty Minute archives.






Selasa, 10 Juli 2007

Too Short a Season: Derek Hale, Victim of the Homeland Security State, as Remembered by a Friend

Sgt. Derek J. Hale, USMC, who was murdered by police in Wilmington, Delaware last November, was a "great kid -- responsible; well mannered," recalls a man who knew him as a child in Cape Girardeau, Missouri. "It's a damned shame what they did to him out there."

The e-mail continued:

"I managed a baseball card shop that Derek and his friends frequented as teenagers. He was a responsible young man who had his own lawn care business at age 13 [or]14. He took care of our lawn until he graduated from high school. I can remember the day that he decided to join the Marines---he came into the shop and was excited. I watched him grow from a awkward teen who was very nervous and shy around young ladies to a young man who finally found his niche. Unfortunately I didn't get to see him much after he left for the Marines though I kept track of him through this father who lived in Cape as well. "

Derek served two tours in Iraq before being honorably discharged for medical reasons. He was married shortly before leaving the Marine Corps, and celebrated his first anniversary shortly before he was gunned down by the police wolf-pack (8-10 heavily armed officers clad in black, according to eyewitnesses) on the front porch of a friend's home in Wilmington.


"To Protect and Serve"?


Derek was unarmed (police claim to have found a switchblade in his clothing, although his step-brother says Derek never carried one, preferring a Swiss Army Knife instead) and not the subject of an arrest warrant or criminal investigation. Yet he was hit with seven Taser blasts in the space of 73 seconds while several witnesses -- including his friend and her two young children -- looked on in horror and pleaded with the police.

Practically the last thing Derek said before being shot at point-blank range by Lt. William Browne was: "Not in front of the kids -- get the kids out of here."

Derek, who joined the Pagans Motorcycle Club shortly after leaving the Marines, had traveled from Virginia to Delaware as part of a "Toys for Tots" promotion. Some Pagans were suspected of involvement in narcotics-related crimes, but there was never any evidence implicating Derek.
"The `Toys for Tots' thing was something Derek would have done wholeheartedly," comments his friend. "Doing a favor for a friend was something he would have done without question.... There was no way in hell Derek was involved in drugs of any kind."

"I spent many an afternoon talking with Derek when he would visit my store; his character and reputation were beyond reproach," he continues. "I can remember him spending time with an autistic classmate and including the young man in things that he and his friends did together. I have a three-year-old son and I would be most happy if I knew he would turn out to have the character and respect for people (particularly his elders) that Derek had."


Official inquiries depict Derek as a violent criminal whose "defiant" and "menacing" behavior left the heavily armed police -- who outnumbered him at least 8-to-1 -- afraid for their lives. His friend finds that claim to be ridiculous.

"Derek always had a sense of justice and fairness," his friend observes. "There is no way in hell he would have threatened a police posse. When I saw his obit in the local paper I thought he must have been killed in Iraq or something -- but alas our own home-grown terrorists took the life of an innocent man."


"At some point," he concludes, "I would like to call [Derek's] widow and tell her what a fine man her husband was. I've had her number and just didn't feel right about calling her out of the blue, yet I am compelled to offer moral support. I hope that his widow and his parents hang it in the ass of the ... police department and AG's office.... I wish there would be a groundswell of support against the killing of this soldier that murder charges are brought against those terrorists. It is a sad day in a country's history when a soldier can return from two tours of duty in Iraq and can be slain in the streets of his own country by people who get a nut by torturing and killing the people they were hired to protect."

"Our country is going to hell and these patriotic Kool-Aid drinkers are too damned stupid to realize they are being duped by a group of people who count on the American people not thinking for themselves."

If you're interested in helping Derek's family, you can send help to:

The Derek Hale Defense Fund
c/o Dr. David Crowe

1736 Broadway

Cape Girardeau, MO 63701

Or --


Derek Hale Memorial

c/o Beverly at Alliance Bank

P.O. Box 1458
Cape Girardeau, Mo., 63702.


Please be sure to visit The Right Source, and the Liberty Minute archive.





Senin, 09 Juli 2007

Praying for a Terrorist Strike: The GOP's Newest Political Strategy

Nuclear terrorism: If it happens, it will be an answer to Republican prayers.


Former Republican Senator Rick Santorum made the grand crusade against “Islamic fascism” the central focus of his unsuccessful 2006 re-election effort.


On numerous occasions the preening Keystone State solon – who couldn't glance at a mirror without seeing Churchill's bulldog demeanor glowering back at him – insisted that it was the “destiny” of “this generation” to fight an apocalyptic war against radical Islam. Unlike his more equivocal comrades in the Republican branch of the War Party, Santorum made it clear that his preferred “exit strategy” for Iraq would be to invade (or at least bomb) Iran.


After long acquaintance with, and scrutiny of, Mr. Santorum, Pennsylvania's voters decided he was more Church Lady than Churchill,* and gave him a chance to pursue new opportunities in the private sector. So Santorum delivered a suitably melodramatic farewell address and retreated into a comfortable sinecure as a Washington lobbyist.


Despair not for Rick Santorum during that bleak season when he, like Churchill before him, toils in the exile into which he was cast by an ungrateful electorate. He has never abandoned the hope that the American public will come to embrace the wisdom of a generational war. It's just that Santorum has now invested that hope in the murderous intentions of the Islamic fanatics he has warned about. To put the matter bluntly, Santorum is obviously hoping, and perhaps even praying, for Americans to die at the hands of Jihadists.


How else are rational people supposed to understand the following remarks offered by Santorum during a July 7 interview on Hugh Hewitt's syndicated radio program:


“[C]onfronting Iran in the Middle East as an absolute linchpin for our success in that region.... And while it may not be a popular thing to talk about right now, and I know public sentiment is against it [namely, the war in Iraq and expanding the conflict to Iran] ... between now and November, a lot of things are going to happen, and I believe that by this time next year, the American public’s going to have a very different view of this war, and it will be because, I think, of some unfortunate events, that like we’re seeing unfold in the UK. But I think the American public’s going to have a very different view....”


As others have pointed out, Santorum is not the only prominent Republican figure to predict that wayward Americans, having allowed themselves to doubt the divine insight of the Dear Leader, will soon be smitten by the chastening hand of history.


Just weeks ago, Arkansas Republican chairman Dennis Milligan, who describes himself as “150 percent” behind Bush and his Iraq war, said in an on-the-record interview with the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette:
“At the end of the day, I believe fully the president is doing the right thing, and I think all we need is some attacks on American soil like we had on [Sept. 11, 2001 ], and the naysayers will come around very quickly to appreciate not only the commitment for President Bush, but the sacrifice that has been made by men and women to protect this country.”


Both of those abhorrent comments are riffs on a familiar Rovian theme: Vote Republican and support the Dear Leader, or die. Speaking of Rove: In the current issue of American Spectator conservative actor and economist Ben Stein, a long-time war supporter who now considers the Iraq venture to be “an unmitigated disaster,” describes a recent dinner at Rove's house with GOP adviser Aram Bakshian. Both Rove and Bakshian were “very upbeat about the GOP and the war,” which to minds as cynical as my own suggests that something Santorum would consider usefully “unfortunate” may soon transpire.


People like Santorum and Milligan (and Dana Rohrabacher, the stupidest consequential public figure not named Bush or Hannity) ache for disaster. They pant after it with vulgar, undisguised lust. They are tremulous with unconsummated desire for validation in the form of dead Americans and ruined cities.


Revolting and vile as this is, it is not unique. In fact, these repellent people are firmly and squarely in the interventionist tradition of American politics, in which cheerfully anticipating the death of Americans has a long and venerable history.


Writing in Foreign Affairs a dozen years ago (excerpt), the late Establishment historian Arthur Schlesinger Jr. wrote that “it is to Joseph Stalin that Americans owe the 40-year suppression of the isolationist impulse.”


Stalin's regime slaughtered scores of millions, helped precipitate the Second World War, and (thanks to the connivance of Washington) acquired thermonuclear weapons capable of incinerating much of the world – but at least he wasn't an isolationist. Stalin and his successors were immeasurably useful allies for the American Power Elite against their common enemy – Americans and others who wanted to cultivate their own gardens and live in freedom and peace.


In 1947, Senator Arthur Vandenberg described Washington's foreign policy at the beginning of the Cold War as that of “scaring hell out of the American people.” In the same year, Senator Robert Taft, who yielded to nobody in his detestation for Communism and other forms of collectivism, described himself as being “more than a bit tired of having the Russian menace invoked as a reason for doing any- and everything that might or might not be desirable or necessary on its own merits.”

By 1950, American public sentiment was fiercely anti-Communist and just as passionately opposed to the interventionist foreign policy “consensus.” It was at that moment of crisis, recalled former Secretary of State Dean Acheson in 1954, that the Korean war “came along and saved us.”

Some scenes from the Korean War, also known as "Saving Secretary Acheson (and his Interventionist Buddies)."


Saving the plans of Acheson and his comrades cost the lives of more than 50,000 Americans in a war that has never formally been brought to an end.


Interventionists have always known that Americans aren't naturally inclined to go abroad in search of monsters to destroy, unless the monsters in question kill a suitably large number of Americans. That's why FDR, Dean Acheson, and people of that ilk offered a prayer of gratitude for Josef Stalin six decades ago, and why the likes of Rick Santorum are praying for Jihadists to strike today.

*I do not want to leave the impression that Churchill himself was an entirely commendable figure.

A personal note --

I want to express my earnest gratitude for the prayers, kind wishes, and generous help provided to my family in recent days. You have blessed us beyond measure. Thank you so much, and I will keep you apprised of Korrin's progress.

A quick clarification:

Deferring to the good folks over at Freedom's Phoenix, I happily point out that the wise and distinguished Dr. Ron Paul is emphatically not among those Bush-bot Republicans eagerly hoping for a politically exploitable terrorist attack. Dr. Paul's party affiliation is Republican, but as he points out he is a Republican of the Robert Taft persuasion, rather than a curdled, petty militarist of the sort so commonplace in today's GOP. My deepest and most sincere apologies for leaving the impression that I consider Dr. Paul to be in any way similar to the likes of Rick Santorum and Dennis Milligan.

Please be sure to visit The Right Source and the Liberty Minute archive.












Kamis, 05 Juli 2007

How I Spent My Sommerferien

Liebe Mutter und Vater:

This summer vacation has been the best ever! I'm so grateful to the local branch of the Heimatsicherheitsdienst for letting me attend the Junior Police Academy.





Things are looking pretty tough for the economy, and I'm sure that by the time I graduate from High School jobs that pay well will be pretty scarce.


Since I've got no particular interest in dodging IEDs in Iraq, the military doesn't seem to be a good career option. But this police gig seems pretty promising. For one thing, when the police in this country kick in a door at 3:00 a.m., the chances are pretty slim that they'll be targeted for retaliation. And when you work for the police, "officer safety" is the highest priority, even if it means that the police arrive long after the shooting has stopped.


Since a lot of departments are spending money (doesn't some of it come from Washington?) to promote Junior Police Academies and Police Explorer programs, police recruits seem to be in demand, and job security looks pretty good. In fact, one of my instructors pointed out that law enforcement opportunities will probably expand as the economy gets worse!

Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet.


They let me wear a really neat uniform, and told me how it would set me apart from everybody else.













Just think: When I'm wearing the State's uniform, I'm essentially untouchable -- literally: Any common citizen who touches me in any way can be charged with "aggravated battery." I can demand to see anybody's ID at any time, and arrest those who refuse to show me their papers; in fact, I can even arrest those who cooperate, if they ask to see my ID. And if someone tape-records me during the performance of my duties, I can arrest him and charge him with a felony! How kewl is that?


Police work is said to be dangerous, but don't worry, Mutter und Vater. There are some really bad criminals out there, and some of the older police officers still have the idea that our main job is to protect the public from people like that. Pffft. Those guys will retire pretty soon. And under the new Schlag und awe approach, the police will use military tactics against anyone who resists their commands -- ordinary citizens in most instances, not hardened street criminals. Once again, "officer safety" is the prime directive.


If I injure or even kill someone who isn't qualified to wear the uniform, I'll get the benefit of every doubt, and a panel of my co-workers will probably determine that I acted according to established policies.


Heck, as a policeman, if I gun down some unarmed guy who was mentally incapable of following my instructions -- or even if he was following my orders, and I was the one who goofed up -- chances are I'll either be completely exonerated, or suffer a wrist-slap faint enough to be all but undetectable.


As a cop, I can put a lethal chokehold on a small adolescent girl, or kill a guy with an 84-second Taser blast, or even be caught on video shooting some guy in the head for no reason -- and not have to worry all that much about the consequences.


After all, I'd be part of the Thin Blue Line, the living barricade protecting civilization from barbarism -- so the rules wouldn't apply. All that matters is "professionalism."


Some of my friends got to practice "dynamic entry" tactics with people from the local SWAT team. Others were given tours of the latest military hardware the department received through the Pentagon's LESO program. I got to take a ride in a Peacekeeper vehicle, which just totally pwns! A group of my friends got to help the regular police conduct checkpoints for seatbelt and DUI enforcement.


From what I've heard, there's a lot of funding available for this kind of thing, and checkpoint duty is
choice: You just set it up and watch the money roll in. I'm surprised that this kind of thing is legal -- and that people will put up with it. But it must be all right, or else the government wouldn't do it ... right? I'm sure that my life will never be the same after spending a summer as part of the Heimat Youth.


I heard all kinds of interesting things about how the war on terror will mean some really important changes in how we live, and how the police will play an important role in these changes.


This is not to say that everybody understands what's happening. There is this one kid who seemed to think it was wrong for local police to get money from Washington, as if
that were somehow important. And when somebody pointed out that fighting terrorists sometimes means using their methods, this kid said: "Wasn't the credo of the German S.A. `Terror must be broken by terror?'"


"Hey, that sounds about right," our instructor replied.



Whoa -- did he own that kid, or what?


But what does that dweeb know -- he's home-schooled (weird!) and I hear his parents support that Ron Paul guy. I don't know what somebody like that guy was doing in the program to begin with; I think his parents were brought up believing that citizens should "support your local police," which is good, but they apparently don't understand that the police are part of a national homeland security effort now. People like that seem all right at first, but they always end up undermining our efforts in the end.


I'm pretty sure that by the time I'm ready to work in law enforcement full-time, we'll be able to take care of people like them.


All hail the Heimat!

Ihr geliebter Sohn,

Franz


Update


My sincere thanks to all who have offered prayers and concern on behalf of my wife Korrin. Your kindness and generosity have been an immense blessing to our family.

Korrin is in the hospital again. Her condition began to deteriorate severely about two weeks ago, and she reached a point of crisis on Tuesday. She was a little better yesterday, which gave me some transient hope that hospitalization wouldn't be necessary, but now we're looking down the barrel of what may be a long and trying ordeal -- for Korrin most of all, of course, but for our five kids as well.

Thanks again for your love and concern, and your many acts of generosity. Just as I will never be worthy of the wonderful wife God gave me, I'll never accomplish anything to merit the friendship and kindness I've received from you. God bless you all.

Make sure to check out The Right Source, as well

as the Liberty Minute archive.

Selasa, 03 Juli 2007

"Nothing's Either Good or Bad...." (pt.II): Some of the Missing "Family Jewels"

“I was a very minor missionary, actually a heretic, but I toiled wholeheartedly in the vineyards because it was fun, fun, fun.... Where else could a red-blooded American boy lie, kill, rape, and pillage with the sanction of the all-highest?” --

Federal counter-narcotics agent George White (left, center), who conducted involuntary drug tests on unwitting subjects as part of the CIA's MKULTRA program.



As an agent of the federal Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs (BNDD), the forerunner to the Drug Enforcement Administration, George White “knew how to milk a drug bust for all it was worth – a skill that grew out of early years spent as a newspaper reporter in San Francisco and Los Angeles,” notes John Marks in his perversely fascinating study The Search for the Manchurian Candidate: The CIA and Mind Control.


White migrated from journalism to law enforcement in 1934. Although he was too late to find employment enforcing alcohol prohibition, he was just in time to make a handsome living in the emerging field of narcotics enforcement, which began in earnest in 1937. Decades later, before dying of the liver disease brought about by his insatiable appetite for liquor (he reportedly could consume a bottle of gin in a single sitting), Marks would serve as a consultant for TV detective dramas, helping to create the now-customary image of police as intrepid, largely incorruptible paladins of public order.


Many police have earnestly tried to live up to that image. Marks – a short, stocky man with a tonsured head – had little use for such pretense. As a missionary in the service of the Almighty State, Marks indulged every familiar whim, as well as some that would never occur to most people.


For example: I doubt that most people would be party to an experiment in which an aerosol dispenser would be used to subject unwitting guest to a potent dose of LSD. That particular experiment went awry because of unfavorable weather, but White and others involved in the CIA's MKULTRA program were successful in testing the drug on many unsuspecting people. It's likely that we'll never know how many.


During World War II, when the proto-CIA was known as the OSS, Marks – while on the payroll of a federal counter-narcotics agency, mind you – was used to test concentrated marijuana on several people associated with the Manhattan Project, both volunteers and unwitting non-volunteers. He also slipped a dose to August Del Gracio, a lieutenant in Lucky Luciano's criminal syndicate. (In exchange for “strategic cooperation” from his Sicilian syndicate in World War II, Luciano was permitted to run his criminal enterprises – which included the American heroin trade -- unhindered from his prison cell.)


White was eager to join the CIA after WWII, but somehow this was prevented by J. Edgar Hoover. He also sought appointment as head of New York City's narcotics bureau, only to have his candidacy blocked by Governor Thomas Dewey. But his talents – such as they were – and, more importantly, his connections made White irresistible to Richard Helms, Sid Gottlieb, and the others involved in MKULTRA, who were eager to learn of LSD's utility as a truth serum, mind control drug, and general-purpose chemical weapon.


“As a high-ranking narcotics agent, White had a perfect excuse to be around drugs and people who used them,” writes Marks. “He had proved during the war that he had a talent for clandestine work, and he certainly had no qualms when it came to unwitting testing. With his job, he had access to all the possible subjects the Agency would need, and if he could use LSD or any other drug to find out more about drug trafficking, so much the better.”


"My name is Sid Gottlieb. I'm a nice, clean-living Jewish man married to an equally upright Presbyterian woman. I milk goats every morning. My hobby -- nay, passion -- is folk dancing. My career is mind control." (All of these biographical details are accurate.)


In May 1953, White and Sid Gottlieb set up a “safehouse” in Greenwich Village that was used to lure guinea pigs for drug experiments of various kinds (particularly LSD and concentrated marijuana), as well as tests involving knock-out drops and various kinds of surveillance equipment. The CIA paid all the bills, including the exorbitant expenses involved in keeping White's liquor cabinet full.


Two years later, with questions being asked by New York officials about White's activities, the CIA transferred the “safehouse” operation to the San Francisco Bay Area; he opened his first “pad” on Telegraph Hill, and later set up a branch in Marin County. The Bay Area safehouses were used to test drugs “on individuals of all social levels, high and low, native American and foreign,” noted an Inspector General's report years later. (San Francisco, ironically, was one of the first American jurisdictions to enact severe anti-narcotics laws in the late 19th Century.)


As the CIA examined the possible field use of LSD against hostile foreign leaders – such as Fidel Castro – it was necessary to test it on as many unsuspecting targets as possible. To facilitate such “dry runs,” White expanded his little federally sponsored criminal syndicate by setting himself up as a full-service vice lord – both drug pusher and pimp.


John Marks describes how this worked:


“An unsuspecting john would think he had bought a night of pleasure, go back to a strange apartment, and wind up zonked. A CIA document that survived Sid Gottlieb's shredding recorded this process.... For the MKULTRA chief, the whores were `certain individuals who covertly administer this material [that is, the narcotics] to other people in accordance with [White's] instructions. White normally paid the woman $100 in Agency funds for their night's work.... The CIA's auditors had to settle for canceled checks which White cashed himself and marked either `Stormy' or, just as appropriately, `Undercover Agent.' The program was also referred to as `Operation Midnight Climax.'”


By the time White's grimy business was shut down in 1963, the harvest had begun to come in from Sid Gottlieb's efforts – which had begun ten years earlier – to cultivate the drug culture in academia. Using tax-exempt foundations as cut-outs – particularly the Josiah Macy, Jr. Foundation and the Geschickter Fund for Medical Research – Gottlieb funded “LSD pathfinders” in such institutions as Columbia University, the University of Rochester, the University of Oklahoma, the University of Illinois Medical School, Mt. Sinai Hospital, Boston Psychopathic,and the Addiction Research Center in Lexington, Kentucky (which was also funded by the National Institutes of Mental Health).


These CIA-sponsored researchers have been described as the “Johnny Appleseeds of LSD”; nearly all of them tried the drug themselves before experimenting with it on others. Prison inmates were offered various inducements – including other hard narcotics – to serve as test subjects. Among those recruited into this program was a small-time thug named James Bulger, who would go on to become the FBI-protected head of Boston's Irish Mob.


“Sharing the drug with the Army here, setting up research programs there, keeping track of it everywhere, the CIA generally presided over the LSD scene during the 1950s,” writes Marks. It is no small matter that there were, at that time, two companies producing LSD – Eli Lilly and the Swiss firm Sandoz; Lilly turned over its entire supply to the Agency, and Sandoz kept it apprised of every shipment it made anywhere in the world.


By the mid-1960s, the trade in narcotics – including LSD – had become more diversified, thanks in no small part to the academic “Johnny Appleseeds” who had worked with MKULTRA.


A 1969 study of LSD published by the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs (George White's employer) noted that the drug's “early use was among small groups of intellectuals at large Eastern and West Coast universities. It spread to undergraduate students, then to other campuses. Most often, users have been introduced to the drug by persons of higher status. Teachers have influenced students; upperclassmen have influenced lower-classmen.” The BNDD described this as a “trickle-down phenomenon,” but as Marks points out, the agency missed the point that “somebody had to influence the teachers, and that up there at the top of the LSD distribution system could be found the men of MKULTRA.”


There's more than simple nastiness involved in the CIA's creation of the modern narcotics industry.


About a decade ago, former DEA undercover agent Mike Levine -- one of the bravest and most self-effacing men I've been honored and blessed to meet -- described a 1979 conversation with a CIA officer in Argentina.



"There was a small group of us gathered for a drinking party at the CIA guy's apartment," Levine recounted to me. "There were several Argentine police officers there as well; at the time, Argentina was a police state in which people could be taken into custody without warning, tortured, and then `disappeared.'"


In other words, it was essentially the same as the United States under the reign of Bush the Dumber and Cheney the All-Malignant. Got it. To continue:


"At one point my associate in the CIA said that he preferred Argentina's approach to social order, and that America should be more like that country."


Wherever that guy is, assuming he's still among the living, he must be exceptionally pleased with what America has become; he may be playing a hands-on role in the nasty business he found so attractive. But again, I digress:




"Somebody asked, `Well, how does a change of that sort happen?' The spook replied that it was necessary to create a situation of public fear -- a sense of impending anarchy and social upheaval in which the people will literally plead with Congress, `Take whatever rights you need, but save us...."


That is, "save us" from the scourge of drugs, or terrorism, or violent crime, or whatever social plague leaves the public usefully terrified.


Levine, who spent decades in "deep cover" operations for the DEA, candidly admits that the "war on drugs" turned the federal government into "essentially a criminal enterprise." He also acknowledges that "the CIA has long been a major supporter of the people and organizations responsible for supplying drugs to this country"; this includes various factions of the Afghan Mujahadin and the Nicaraguan Contras, Khun Sa's Shan United Army in Burma's Golden Triangle, small-caliber despots like Manuel Noriega (anybody remember him?), the Kosovo Liberation Army, and others of that ilk.





"Los Novios de La Muerte," the paramilitary group that -- with the CIA's help -- turned Bolivia into (Klaus) Barbie's Playhouse.



The CIA, according to Levine, has also staged coups in order to install narco-regimes, as it did in Boliva in 1980, working in concert with Los Novios de la Muerte ("The Fiancees of Death"), a paramilitary force recruited by Nazi fugitive Klaus Barbie.



The "war on drugs," as I've pointed out elsewhere, is a narcotics price support program, in addition to being a form of employment insurance for various three-letter agencies and militarized police units across the country.


I'm convinced that one reason so much effort is invested in drug "interdiction" campaigns -- which is a bit like taking a sponge mop to the Atlantic Ocean -- is that this inflates the amount of off-the-books funding available to the CIA and its satellite organizations. And as Levine points out, it's not true that the War on Drugs is a losing proposition: "The fundamental problem with the so-called war on drugs is that both sides are winning -- the drug lords and the `suits' -- because they both are making a killing."


Point of personal privilege....


My friends, please pray for my dear wife Korrin. Her health has taken a severe turn for the worse, and I'm at the end of both my wits and resources in trying to help her.


Please be sure to visit the Liberty Minute archive, and The Right Source.