Well, today’s stories just seem to call my name. I was with DIA in 2003 in Afghanistan and I was selected by Task Force 180 and the CIA Station Chief to do a three day interrogation of a Nangrahar Province warlord who was “rolled up” in Pakistan and flown hooded into Kabul.
That type of assignement would be foreign to Valerie Plane. She just sat at a desk at Langley. Doing what Langley does best, searching for their own assholes with both hands.
Valerie Plame is an example of what is now endemic in all the services to include CIA. She is like a wart. A unsightly, hard to remove, useless bit of diseased tissue, that is just really difficult to get rid of.
I remember when I was branch chief for combating terrorism in the counter-intelligence directorate, J2, USEUCOM. Some pretty little thing showed up to visit. I had the intel on her before she arrived. She was an DIA SES-1 (senior executive schedule, civil servant, one star general officer equivalent).
She polished the right knobs at DIA and went from a GS-5 to SES rank. GS-5 is an entry level clerk.
Like her, Valerie Plame is a fraud, useless.
Some here may recall the CIA “case officer” who planned and set up a birthday party for a dear friend and trusted interpretor for the agency in Bagram AF. I think six people died, maybe 7 when the wretch arrived with a suicide belt and not wanting to wait to blow out the candles on his cake, blew himself up instead.
The two CIA “case officers” who survived had not yet returned from the chow hall with the cake.
Most Afghans list 01 January and guess at the year of their birth—they do not celebrate birthdays.
Now, I remember a time I was not allowed on Bagram in 2006 (I had left DIA and was a contractor, but still had my retired navy ID).
I had to wait at a gate to deliver some proposal paperwork to the contracting office. Even though I had served and lived at Bagram, I was not allowed to enter the base.
This CIA female “case officer” felt that searching her good friend everytime he entered would “hurt his feelings”.
She was right. His feelings got hurt and six others when he blew himself up.
On his birthday. All dead, including her.
I am old, cranky and fed up with affirmative action and poor, everyone gets a gold star, training.
The CIA is a joke. Is that simple enough to understand?
Sorry. I probably need a nap.
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