Category Archives: National Security

The Poetry Of Dust To Dust, Osama Is Dead

Osama Bin Laden
Osama Bin Laden
THE CELEBRATION AND GENERAL REPORTAGE of Osama bin Laden is an American moment and an international swatch, because the bin Laden operatives murdered hundreds of Republicans, Democrats, Winsome Wingnuts, various Christians, Jews, Muslims and a conflagration of other travelers and players, all educated and dramatized for the Cause in different flavors and cultural contexts on that fateful date—September 11, 2001.

And it goes without saying that the Media Left's clownish bias is showing up once again with typical hubris and vitriol, while the Right, say WE THE PEOPLE, stays in their spirit-branded patriot's box, giving credit where credit is due—to the flesh and blood military, not the aloof, patently cold-blooded president, who typically fails not to deny himself a lion's share of the "strategery" which finally flushed out, then snuffed out the patriarch of al-Qaeda with a bullet in the head achieved over the body of a servile woman "the illustrious Islamic warrior" had grabbed in the heat of combat for protection.

But there are serious issues with the"official" version of this happy killing, subsequent burial, and speechmaker's spin that reek of typical Obama handling of American moments...

Yep, to have become one is to become one. Some say so many mysteries in the making, the faking, the forsaking of an (fill-in-the-blank) president...carnival barkers need not apply.

Bin Laden buried at sea? Junior needs to pony up with a few unarguable facts. Yes, I know that facts no longer exist, but let's be audacious here for a moment. Is the Donald now not off the front pages? Ah, the famous Clinton wag, it's the latest new dance craze (from the fink and folly think tanks of your nearest wink and wear all too weary political campus...

"My how big your teeth are!" exclaimed Little Red Riding Hood, now retro-fitted and color-matched to one of Henry Ford's shiny new Model-T, oops that's haraam, no crosses in Islam, to a burqa, one size fits all, while DEATH TO THE INFIDEL, belloweth the wolf in sheep's metal...

May we please insist upon the choice of congressman and retired Colonel Allen West for president, VP minimum? I see where the brains behind Obama is positioning General David "Don't Burn the Qu'ran, Somebody Might Get Hurt" Petraeus for successorship or at least floating him in torqued readiness to neutralize West, if something goes awry with the Obama campaign.

If accused, I'll just have to admit that despite the consequences of my acts, this is just the initial phase of those nasty thoughts I intuit behind all these latest White House maneuverers.

Hey Martha, where's that aluminum foil you saved from the lasagna last night. I need a greasy new metallic hat 'cos my last one was struck by lightening, leaving me these seven scabs I have now on my head, but I ain't done. Fact is, Martha dear, I'm just getting started.

Dust to dust, Osama is dead. End of poetic justice. Now, let's get down to the nuts and bolts of saving western civilization from dar al-Harb. We can start by abandoning the Middle East, and the Camp of Islam to fend for itself. Returning to America first, we must strengthen ourselves, right and left, right and wrong, hawks and doves for the real war which is churlishly creeping into our lands and our homes...

And I'm an optimist. Peace will follow. But I have a feeling the dark prince of butchery, mankind put into his proper place, once again, will not be neglected. We have all heard the false prophets of peace in the market who all promise—ALL IS FINE. Just move along, folks, all is fine.

Reminds me of a talking donkey.

Just Saying, Neither Islam Nor Its PR Committee Is My Friend

Ayatollah Khomeini memorably articulated:

ISLAM MAKES IT UNCUMBENT on all adult males, provided they are not disabled or incapacitated, to prepare themselves for the conquest of countries so that the writ of Islam is obeyed in every country in the world. . . . But those who study Islamic Holy War will understand why Islam wants to conquer the whole world. . . . Those who know nothing of Islam pretend that Islam counsels against war. Those [who say this] are witless. Islam says: Kill all the unbelievers just as they would kill you all! Does this mean that Muslims should sit back until they are devoured by [the unbelievers]? Islam says: Kill them, put them to the sword and scatter [their armies]…. Islam says: Whatever good there is exists thanks to the sword and in the shadow of the sword! People cannot be made obedient except with the sword! The sword is the key to Paradise, which can be opened only for the Holy Warriors! There are hundreds of other [Qur'anic] psalms and Hadiths [sayings of the Prophet] urging Muslims to value war and to fight. Does all this mean that Islam is a religion that prevents men from waging war? I spit upon those foolish souls who make such a claim.

Just seems to me, I've got other alliances and obligations that to choose to war against my neighbors in favor of those who wish me dead, dead, and more dead, as evidenced just one of many tens of thousands of time, by this recent leader of the masses who proclaim to follow the message of Mohammed, who was the"perfect model of human behavior" they say...

What Makes a Good Shotgun?

OR RATHER, WE MIGHT PUT IT THIS WAY, what makes a shotgun good?

There's been a fair amount of debate here amounting to "My shotgun can whip your shotgun". Maybe some dialog on what we want and expect from our shotguns is in order. This can apply to both "Serious" and recreational shotguns. Here's my [set of] opinions, none graven on Tablets of Stone. A good shotgun should be....

Reliable. A failure rate of LESS than 1/200 rounds is minimal.Most modern US made repeaters qualify.

Durable. A use life of upwards of 35K rounds. Again, most modern US made repeaters can do this, some with a bit of small parts replacement.

Comfortable to use. This means fitting the shooter, of a weight consistent to the Rule of 96 with the load of choice, and capable of being shot many times in a short time period w/o pain. Ergonomics fit in here, and so does a clean, light but safe trigger.

Appropriate to the mission. 410s should not be used for pass shooting geese, nor 10 gauges weighing 12 lbs lugged through alder thickets for woodcock.

Appropriate to the shooter. That 10 gauge in pixie hands is punishing to use.

Affordable. Either on base price or per use. A $1K gun that lasts 50K rounds may be "Better" than a $500 gun that barely makes it through 25K.

Esthetically pleasing. This is completely subjective.

Capable of quick and effective deployment. Most shotgun usage, from crisis management to quail hunting, takes place in short time frames. The weapon, in the hands of THAT shooter, must be fast but sure.

Uses commonly available ammo. No 24 gauges. No 2" chambers.

That's about it. What do YOU think?

Thanks to Big Dave McCracken for the perfect shotgun theory detailed above, as he adds, "It's the pianist, not the piano." Works for me, as well.

Echelon And On-Line Surveillance

Barry Zorthian
Barry Zorthian During The Vietnam war

A BEAUTIFUL AND DELIGHTFUL MAN—whom I had the pleasure and fortune of the occasional chat afforded me over the twenty-three years he spent at the same firm for whom my wife also toiled as mensch of the bean counting and IT departments—Armenian genocide survivor, solid American patriot, respected and esteemed diplomatic spokesman during the Viet Nam years, former Time magazine VP, undeclared mentor of, ally, and yes, a kind jostling friend to me, Barry Zorthian, was buried yesterday. A spry, piercing intellect to the end, Barry was ninety years old, passing away rather suddenly with a staph infection at the same Washington hospital that his dear Margaret, treasured and devoted wife of sixty two years, had succumbed similarly, six months earlier on July 4.

Memories flash against my rocks. I feel as if I have lost another set of grandparents who made me feel safe, and needed. This Washington couple's impact on me was both deeply esoteric and spiritual, that is to say metaphorical.

With this and several more Project entries, I hope to tell a modest story of a great man, two wonderful wives, and an escape artist, whose counterpoint to oblivion is obvious to all who take the time to observe, and who against all the majesty of time, will still owe a wealth of gratitude to them all.

I last saw Barry in early November when I presented him the finished portrait I had originally begun five years earlier. The firm was staging a small birthday affair for him in mid-October, and among the prepared treats, had wanted to present Barry with my portrait of him. I at first balked, not because I didn't want to be honored by the gesture of presenting this passionate man with a decidedly raw version of himself chomping on one of his beloved cigars, but because I felt that the painting was not finished, and now scarcely reflected my body of work in terms of depth. I had been aware that Barry's taste in fine art ran from ancient treasures to classical brow (although his brother Jirayr Zorthian, a painter among other rather formidable exploits, had been one of California's most notable artists), a natural preference but which, no doubt, could include appreciation of my own art brut roughness with a smile and a wry quip on the fate of American civilization, even as everyone, including himself, would agree that this Gabriel Thy portrait of Mister Z remarkably captured the man and his spirit.

He was talking about the US Constitution, the Tea Party apparently, and as a registered Republican I do believe, although he'd confided to me that he had shifted his political alliances several times over his lifetime, as if he already knew I would oppose this concession of a wise old soldier not really in the mood to awaken the next day to fight the good fight once more.
After negotiations, I hurried with brush and stroke into the push and pull of personalized themes mapping our history together, and a few days later drove into the city to unveil my barely dry fast-drying acrylic gift to Mister Z, who, in his usual beaming if somewhat sardonic manner, thanked me and added that he only wished that Margaret was there to receive it for him. I asked his permission to take the canvas back to the studio for a few more touch-ups, and promised him the picture in one week at the latest. Of course, he obliged.

Later, my wife and I delivered the painting, called Dancing with Mister Z, to Barry at his surprisingly modest apartment, where he and Margaret had lived for over thirty years. We helped prepare some slice and dice crackers and such he insisted upon to then indulge Barry's trademark martini hour. An amazing host, a charming traditionalist was Barry Zorthian, but it was to be a sad visit for us. Barry obviously was still mourning the loss of Margaret, and struggling with the existential angst of all strategic humanitarians who live long enough to see their life's work begin to crumble into the dustbins of history with its relevance being rigorously challenged by another generation of emboldened young turks with torches and hot wires impetuously resculpting the truth.

Yes. He deeply lamented that his own hard fought history was being rewritten by others occasionally looser and more ambivalent with the assets of cold facts, which bubbled over to strange words from a political mind doubting the existence of God, truth, and the oversimplication of the complicated duties of men, finally mustering up that tired overused phrase of all scoundrels and scalawags who'd forgotten the basic tenet of faith is intangible possibility—what is it all worth in the end? he murmured to my own astonishment as I shot my wife a look she would know all too well.

After all, this was a man who'd once decried my dinner party evangel a decade and a half earlier, "Email? Who needs email?"

He pointed to the bulging wall of shelves filled with hefty political analysis, famed memoirs, and probably more than a few revisionist hatchet jobs he was nimbly now referencing. Books, oh the wonderful but untamable journalistic world of books that had already lured my roving eye. I knew exactly what Barry was feeling. My own struggle for purpose was transfixed by the fact that I had never outgrown my own twenty-something's existential angst, my fate ghosted by a half-hearted rejection of ambition and grandeur at any cost. A foot in each camp, I was a torn soul. But I had already read to the end of the book. Many pilgrims of pursuit had come before me. I drew solace from the forgotten details that far too many impassioned achievers had fallen silent in doubt, in defiance, in search for an unfathomable deliverance but sensing none at the end of their mortality. I knew Barry was telling me that for all his savvy, courageous work along shifting thin lines adapting illusory facts to compulsive needs of state and citizen alike during the Viet Nam era—were being distorted, dissected, reassembled again into a counterfeit of the original package—and this bothered him in these last days even as he accepted the disturbance as the normal march of the band, but the reality of this conclusion was affecting his once gracious health.

But those thoughts paled in comparision with his comment perhaps five minutes later. Without appealing to any obvious context, out of the blue so to speak, Barry Zorthian, a man often quoted in the smartest and most posh of Washington DC eschelons, announced in his usual lilting but deliberate Old World voice that he "could not believe that a document intended to govern a nation of twenty million could suffice a nation of over 300 million." He was talking about the US Constitution, the Tea Party apparently, and as a registered Republican I do believe, although he'd confided to me that he had shifted his political alliances several times over his lifetime, as if he already knew I would oppose this concession of a wise old soldier not really in the mood to awaken the next day to fight the good fight once more.

I was crushed into silence. Barry and I had long ago, over short clips of conversation at firm events, developed a short hand language from which we tackled each other's milieu. (To be continued...)

Read more official commentary about Mr. Z's illustrious career and colorful personality here and here and here.

BARING ANOTHER DISTINCTIVE VEIN, we should perhaps revisit the following thoughts from a British associate I knew as kubhlai during a three-year mailing list collaboration which ended a few months after an iconic group meet-up in Paris, '00 November:

En regarde de the email most recently sent to us by our francophiliac comrade, and prefigured at regular intervals by similar ones in the past on the subject of Security Service monitoring of keywords in emails, faxes etc.....

the idea of "saturating" the airwaves with emails containing assemblages of the said keywords in order to waste the Security Service bandwidth is a non starter.... in fact it's shooting oneself in the foot and here is why....

The monitoring system works not by drawing the attention of a security service employee to the specific document containing the keyword, but by compiling a statistical map of where the said keywords repeatedly occur. By studying such frequency maps, and changes in it over time, and by trawling for certain combinations of keywords (much on the same principles as many Internet search engines) the agencies are able to detect the general flow of attention to certain subjects on a demographic basis. Properly analyzed on this basis, such statistics can tell 'Them' a lot more than you might imagine—a lot of it of political rather than policing usefulness.

This is not to say that they do not have the theoretical capacity to zoom in upon a specific email message and have a real live person actually read it, but this is very much an exception rather than the rule. How do I know this? Think about it for just one moment—how many personnel would they have to employ to read every email, fax. phonecall containing a keyword if they read them purely as a random response to a certain string of letters or noises? A computer can filter an electronic signal but it cannot *understand* it, it cannot place you under arrest... It can however easily (in particular - QUICKLY) match recurring strings, or ignore combinations of words which make no sense. THESE are the things which it is easy to program a computer to do....

Secondly. The deliberate transmission of keywords is actually COUNTER-PRODUCTIVE. Use that brain cell once more. The agency wants to know the general virtual-location of radicals: only radicals will make a habit of retransmitting such keywords in order to launch a "counter-attack on the agency", therefore these messages do exactly what the agency wants them to do—track radicals... DOH!

Moreover, because such deliberate artificial and unnatural assemblages of keywords are easy to pull out of the statistical data, they can monitor their incidence on a statistical GEOGRAPHIC basis... i.e. the spread of such documents reveals to them *WHO ASSOCIATES WITH WHO*. This is the cream on the pint so far as the system is concerned—being able to create maps of human relationships is just gold-dust when some real-world event sets them hunting for a specific individual..... Such supposed acts of self defence actually turn the needle in the haystack into "needle" in a search engine....

Moral—if you act like a fucking machine you will lose to the machine every time...

You might care to bear that thought in mind next time you receive an email from some campaign or other (or ostensibly from some campaign or other?) asking you to "Forward this email to your MP or Congressman or Monsanto..." Such email chains are an absolute GIFT to the monitoring agencies...(and you have to wonder... but no, they wouldn't surely?)

Thirdly, (and here's the irony of it all). Any radical considering blowing up Parliament or whatever is hardly dumb enough to discuss the manufacturing of the explosives over the Net. No one on the J18 discussion list was obliged to submit any evidence of their academic qualifications but no one was dumb enough to make plans to hit any particular institution or even to meet in some particular place over the List which any Tom Dick or James Bond might have been monitoring (which of course they would not need half a dozen satellites to have achieved since they could just sign on the discussion list...). So is it likely that this is the technology they would use to target that kind of activity? The only anarchists they could identify by that method would be ones who are so devoid of gray matter that they would not be worth identifying in the first place.....

Which of course suggests a final characteristically miserable reflection.... What hope is there for any kind of political activity, what purpose is there for any kind of electronic or other association between radicals, if the general level of comprehension of how the world arounds them works is so poor? We're all computer users we really understand so little about how they work? We are all anti State here, do we really study so little about the tactics and strategies of social control? We are all paranoid about political repression here... does anyone comprehend the basic methodologies of mass manipulation?

If we aren't prepared to think like soldiers, as if there were a war on an we are IN it, how do you suggest we are ever going to get a shot at winning it?

If the technical understanding of how the computerized world in which this List exists is so poor, what is the point of it? Its only effect is to send a big "I AM HERE" message to the wrong people.... Its a liability for anyone who means it for real....

—kubhlai (sober and fed up this evening)

"...there is a distinction not between revolution and reform but on the one hand between the kind of revolution which installs a different gang on rulers or the kind of reform which makes oppression more palatable or more efficient, and on the other those social changes, whether revolutionary or reformist through which people enlarge their autonomy and reduce their subjection to external authority."

—Colin Ward, Anarchy in Action

The Cyberwar Generation

insure Your Gun Rights

WAR has been transforming itself before our eyes, turning into something unfamiliar and strange. Information has taken a place as a major class of weaponry, with sabotage and subterfuge as preferred tactics. On the new battlefield, these weapons are available not only to nation-states, but to organizations and even individuals.

Read this very compelling and intensely informative piece from JR Dunn at the American Thinker.

Exposing The Moderate Muslim Straw Man To History

THIS IS THE PLAINEST EXPLANATION of the Islamic threat I have read. The author's references to past history are accurate and clear. Short, easy to understand, and well worth the read. The author of this email is Dr. Emanuel Tanay, a well-known and well respected psychiatrist.

A Holocaust Survivor's View on Islam

A man, whose family was German aristocracy prior to World War II, owned a number of large industries and estates. When asked how many German people were true Nazis, the answer he gave can guide our attitude toward fanaticism. 'Very few people were true Nazis,' he said, 'but many enjoyed the return of German pride, and many more were too busy to care. I was one of those who just thought the Nazis were a bunch of fools. So, the majority just sat back and let it all happen. Then, before we knew it, they owned us, and we had lost control, and the end of the world had come. My family lost everything. I ended up in a concentration camp and the Allies destroyed my factories.'

We are told again and again by 'experts' and 'talking heads' that Islam is the religion of peace and that the vast majority of Muslims just want to live in peace. Although this unqualified assertion may be true, it is entirely irrelevant. It is meaningless fluff, meant to make us feel better, and meant to somehow diminish the specter of fanatics rampaging across the globe in the name of Islam.

The fact is that the fanatics rule Islam at this moment in history. It is the fanatics who march... It is the fanatics who wage any one of 50 shooting wars worldwide. It is the fanatics who systematically slaughter Christian or tribal groups throughout Africa and are gradually taking over the entire continent in an Islamic wave. It is the fanatics who bomb, behead, murder, or honor-kill. It is the fanatics who take over mosque after mosque. It is the fanatics who zealously spread the stoning and hanging of rape victims and homosexuals. It is the fanatics who teach their young to kill and to become suicide bombers.

The hard, quantifiable fact is that the peaceful majority, the 'silent majority,' is cowed and extraneous.

Communist Russia was comprised of Russians who just wanted to live in peace, yet the Russian Communists were responsible for the murder of about 20 million people. The peaceful majority were irrelevant. China's huge population was peaceful as well, but Chinese Communists managed to kill a staggering 70 million people.

The average Japanese individual prior to World War II was not a warmongering sadist. Yet, Japan murdered and slaughtered its way across South East Asia in an orgy of killing that included the systematic murder of 12 million Chinese civilians; most killed by sword, shovel, and bayonet.

And who can forget Rwanda, which collapsed into butchery. Could it not be said that the majority of Rwandans were 'peace loving'?

History lessons are often incredibly simple and blunt, yet for all our powers of reason, we often miss the most basic and uncomplicated of points:

Peace-loving Muslims have been made irrelevant by their silence.

Peace-loving Muslims will become our enemy if they don't speak up, because like my friend from Germany, they will awaken one day and find that the fanatics own them, and the end of their world will have begun.

Peace-loving Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Russians, Rwandans, Serbs, Afghans, Iraqis, Palestinians, Somalis, Nigerians, Algerians, and many others have died because the peaceful majority did not speak up until it was too late. As for us who watch it all unfold, we must pay attention to the only group that counts—the fanatics who threaten our way of life.

Lastly, anyone who doubts that the issue is serious and just deletes this email without sending it on is contributing to the passiveness that allows the problems to expand. So, extend yourself a bit and send this on and on and on! Let us hope that thousands, world-wide, read this and think about it, and send it on—before it's too late.

Emanuel Tanay, M.D.

A Clockwork Tenacity: Strategic Debt Defaulting On The Rise

The Obscene Activity

REAL ESTATE. ANOTHER SPLENDID EXAMPLE OF THE NOW not so misty ‘global conspiracy picture’ gaining clarity with a few more brush strokes of reality. This is just another facet of, and a continuation of the top down intentional pitting of the prudent against the not so prudent for control and elimination. This ballsy fact of a clockwork tenacity pushing for irresponsible financial activity goes well beyond instilling deflective jealousy and is more focused on creating anger and hate as strategic debt defaulting continues to rise thanks to the stranglehold the banks have on the economy.

And they've learned not a shred of hope is coming from DC or anywhere else...

This push is an integral part of the larger global divide and conquer scheme whereby the rich eliminate the high resource consuming, expensive to maintain, and always threatening middle class, and replace it with a low cost, non threatening, low brow, law enforcement class with the ultimate goal being a two tier ruler and ruled world. It's the warm and wonderful industrious Germans against those lazy shiftless Greeks. It is Pernicious Greed replacing good old fashioned Vanilla Greed. It's the same brutal squag in a different suit!

Now we understand that the grit of life is politics. The backlash will be strengthened and hastened by having ready a fair alternative to the end of all of this socially destructive parasitic voodoo whereby economics is falsely and deceptively separated from politics—namely—a very transparent, INTEREST FREE, alternative utility banking system that is controlled by the people.

Come on kids—it is time to pump up the volume of resistance while you still have a few resources remaining! It is time for election boycotts! Deception is the strongest political force on the planet.

A sad reckoning, but then Diogenes contributed his own two cents, adding to the profound real estate bust many of us are feeling:

I live in Phoenix. I know many people who can pay, but are preparing to walk. While Case-Shiller indicates that Phoenix is down 55% from the peak, I can tell you that, in many areas, it is much more than this. Case in point: a Scottsdale friend that bought a $950k house to live in, with a healthy down payment, now worth $350k.

At a recent dinner party, this was all everyone discussed. Lots of people are buying new cars, some are buying new townhouses or small homes, and others renting apartments while their credit is good, in anticipation of defaulting. Perhaps this was why consumer spending jumped a month or so ago? Most of these poeple put 20% or more down, but are profoundly under water, and may not see a recovery in their lifetime. And they see not a shred of hope coming from DC or anywhere else…