Is the Deep State Evil?
Or are members simply doing what is necessary
Assume you are a high achiever and top of your class in a good university. A recruiter approaches you offering a ‘government job’.
Initially you express lukewarm interest preferring the private sector but the recruiter convinces you to attend info sessions in Washington with first class flights and a suite in the Hay-Adams hotel. All expenses for your week long trip are covered.
During the week you attend a series of seminars along with other candidates for these ‘government jobs.’ Essential you are shown behind the curtain and made aware of how things really work.
The Ministry of Truth representatives explain how they create ‘the matrix’ by feeding propaganda to the MSM outlets. Prominent journalists discuss how they are nothing more than trusted talking heads tasked with promoting various agendas aimed at controlling what are referred to as barnyard animals i.e. the masses (Fast Eddy presents his paper on ‘Barnyard and Circus Animals’). Essentially you are told that everything in the news is fake.
Next up is a presentation detailing how elections are fake - how the politicians, like the famous journalists, are nothing more than actors. They have no power and are expected to do as they are told. If they rock the boat they are dismissed. There is a reference to JFK at the end of this presentation.
For the final seminar 100 barnyard and circus animals are invited to a Q&A and the organizers expose them as total morons. The highlight of the day is the appearance of an army of Swifties. Ryan Seagrave is tasked with asking random Swifties skill testing questions such as, ‘from which direction does the sun rise?’ You watch as the Swifties repeatedly fail when trying to answer all of the skill testing questions.
On the last day of your trip the recruiter invites you to lunch and after some small talk she asks, ‘do you think the barnyard animals are qualified to make the very complicated decisions that are necessary to ensure civilization remains viable?’
You reply with, ‘no, definitely not.’
She then tells you that The Elders run the world and that they have surrounded themselves with experts who advise on all the complicated issues related to maintaining civilization. These advisors also manage an army of many thousands of unelected, highly qualified technocrats who operate the machinery of civilization.
The recruiter demonstrates her sense of humour mentioning that the other option would be to allow Swifties to run the show. You laugh hahaha…
She puts a contract in front of you with an offer to join the Deep State and knowing you will sign, congratulates you on your membership in the world’s most exclusive club.
You execute the contract and head back to the Hays-Adams where you order fine Champagne, caviar and ask the concierge to send up the best call girl money can buy.
The Deep State will be eating rats on sticks, dying in pools of their own excrement or being dismembered with rusty machetes like the rest of us.
As I was completing my Bachelor’s Degree in Descriptive Linguistics at the University of Texas in Austin (early 1960s) I was approached by what I’m pretty sure was an Alphabet Agency Spook – Recruiter. I had been studying both Arabic and Mandarin, and had come from a military background, and was thus evidently perceived as reliable material.
It was a tentative inquiry on his part, what in British Intelligence is referred to amusingly as “…a hand on the knee”. I was polite and inquisitive but not in a way that would be interpreted as committing myself; I essentially smelled a rat and gave the dude a polite brush-off.
I already had a sense of CIA being an entitled country club of well-bred up-East fuckups, and working with such people can get you in serious trouble, if not killed. Think Aldrich Ames or Robert Hanssen (although he was FBI). The only saving grace of the arrogant, smug paper-shufflers in Langley was that their counterparts behind the Iron Curtain were even grander fuckups. Tales of KGB blunders read like Monty Python, often the product of cultural insensitivity.
My other obvious aspect of reluctance to submit to Uncle’s spook forces was my preference for lads instead of lassies, although these days I even hear – wonder of wonders – there is a “gay interest group” of some sort in CIA. Back then it was sufficient to get you the boot at the least.
Long ago I concluded that the only intelligence agencies which earn their dime is Mossad, amoral and ruthless by its single-minded nature, and the French (who allegedly tipped off Jackie “O” to the dynamics of the plot behind her husband’s murder, while the “barnyard animals” swallowed the Warren Commission’s “lone nut with a mail order rifle” fairy tale).
It was only recently, with the surfacing of memories that were apparently long-forgotten (I'm 84 and that happens), that I recalled my first time to lie to the Feds, when an FBI agent grilled me at the tender age of 11 about an airman of suspect loyalties named Wenzel (he was a Jew which didn’t help). That was at base housing in Loring (formerly Limestone) AFB, in 1952. Why did I very comfortably and easily tell the fellow a falsehood? Gut feeling. Already at that age I had the measure of officialdom and knew they were not to be trusted.
I apologize for the length of the comment. (No I don't.)