October 22nd, 2003

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Where are the Weapons of Mass Destruction that we told ourselves were here?

Very interesting article in the New Yorker about just how bad things really are with the quality of work being done by the US Intelligence community.

Most shocking is the claim that the forged Nigerian documents were actually made by ex-CIA agents trying to expose the bad practices of the CIA.

Another explanation was provided by a former senior C.I.A. officer. He had begun talking to me about the Niger papers in March, when I first wrote about the forgery, and said, "Somebody deliberately let something false get in there." He became more forthcoming in subsequent months, eventually saying that a small group of disgruntled retired C.I.A. clandestine operators had banded together in the late summer of last year and drafted the fraudulent documents themselves.

"The agency guys were so pissed at Cheney," -- the former officer said. "They said, 'O.K, we're going to put the bite on these guys.'" My source said that he was first told of the fabrication late last year, at one of the many holiday gatherings in the Washington area of past and present C.I.A. officials. "Everyone was bragging about it -- 'Here's what we did. It was cool, cool, cool.'" These retirees, he said, had superb contacts among current officers in the agency and were informed in detail of the sismi intelligence.

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Spooky Experiences

Someone on another forum asked about any supernatural experiences we may have had, good "real" stories to get us in the mood for Halloween.

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A friend of my sister's died at the age of 24 from an accidental drug overdose (he didn't get what he thought he bought). When he was 21, he was told by a cheap psychic that he didn't believe in that he only had three years to live. He used to joke about that with his friends. This same guy had his head shaved. He told his best friend "if you don't shave your head for my funeral, I'm going to come back as a ghost and ...slam a car door on your hand". A seemingly random threat. As my sister and the best friend (with head of hair) drove across the desert to California for the funeral, my sister looked over as the other guy screamed. The car door was closed on his hand. He couldn't explain how it happened.

20 years ago my uncle Chris was a passenger in a very bad car accident (he broke his jaw and was hospitalized for some while...I think the woman driving the other car died). The night that it happened, at about the time that it happened, my mom (Chris' sister and closest sibling in age) woke up from a dead sleep with a start, shook my dad awake and told him "Something is wrong with Chris!" Dad told her to go back to sleep and it wasn't until the next day that they found out about the accident.

My step-grandmother Joanie went to a psychic for a reading. She didn't believe in it and didn't want to go but her sister begged her to do it. The session was very mundane, the psychic didn't tell her anything earthshattering or surprising, all predictable stuff. Until she was leaving and the last comment that the psychic made was "don't worry, you'll be able to sign them soon". Joanie is a painter and she has never signed any of her paintings because she doesn't think they are good enough. This subject hadn't come up during the session. (of course, Joanie hasn't really painted anything since having given up the painting shortly before that psychic session...so the prophecy didn't pan out. Making this a less interesting story than it was 10 years ago when we all thought she was about to get over her issues about painting and start again).

Once while walking along the shore of lake michigan on a very hot day, my Dad said to the group that he was with "I'd give anything for a cold Coke right now!". About a mile further on their walk they came to a large piece of drift wood with the cold surf washing over it. Nestled in a nook of the driftwood was an unopened can of coke. My dad opened and drank it.