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NUCLEAR-CONTROL CHAIN'S WEAKEST LINK

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This appeared in The Toronto Star in 1986


Picture this: It is summer, 1984, and the world is about to enter another of its seemingly endless crises.

Ten thousand Afghan troops have crossed the border into Pakistan (to “chase” rebels). The United States places its naval units in the Indian Ocean of Defence Condition (DEFCON) Three, an increased readiness stance activated only once since World War II. The remainder of the U.S. military machine goes from normal DEFCON Five (peacetime defence) to DEFCON Four (DEFCON One means nuclear war).

In northern Canada, a 32-year-old operator at an aging Distant Early Warning line station focuses a watchful eye on his radar scope, some of whose supporting components are older than he is. Suddenly, “targets” are probably being caused by the intense atmospherics of the North Pole region.

He also estimates that the “targets” are moving south at a nominal speed of 50 miles per hour, thus confirming his suspicions. Dutifully, he reports them via a computer terminal to his commander. The aged computer accepts the operator's report, but malfunctions by adding a single digit and prints the speed of the “targets” as 500 miles per hour, the speed of most Soviet cruise missiles.

The “confirmed” report (another station submits the same target report) is forwarded to the to the National Command Authority (NCA) in Washington. Due to the panic already created by a crisis situation (the “Soviet” incursion into Pakistan en route to her much coveted warm-water port), the report is taken at face value: Possible Soviet nuclear missiles have been launched toward the United States.

The U.S. President is alerted and he immediately decides to evacuate Washington and enter his Boeing 747 National Emergency Command Post. The Soviets, monitoring U.S. Communications, are alerted to this highly unusual activity and decide that further intelligence information is necessary. They launch five spy satellites which are always maintained in a state of readiness for “clarifying the picture” during such emergencies. The satellites are directed to fly over the United States to collect data.

The U.S. National Command Authority receives a report from its own spy satellite over the U.S.S.R. that five ICBMs have been launched and are on their way to United States, impact expected within three minutes.

There is no time to think, double-check or deliberate. The President, airborne, decides that before he loses the ability to control the situation he must demonstrate to the Soviets that he means business. So he orders a limited nuclear strike against pre-selected, non-populated Soviet targets. Two minutes later his orders are received aboard the U.S.S. Mississippi, a Trident class ballistic missile submarine. The button is pushed and all 24 missiles are launched.

There is no “recall” or “self-destruct” capability available.


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Most people, including some extremely well-educated authorities who should know better, may feel the above scenario is just not possible due to the checks and double-checks inherent in the nuclear forces of both sides today. It is also widely, though incorrectly, believed that the president will wait until absolute confirmation of a nuclear attack (i.e nuclear bursts on U.S. territory) before initiating a response, a notion which supports the “second strike” concept.

However, there are certain aspects of modern strategic nuclear forces that, if examined more carefully, will clearly indicate that an accidental nuclear exchange is not only feasible, but a serious risk.

The ageless axiom that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link is more than applicable to the political-military infrastructure that controls the employment of nuclear weapons. The weakest link in that chain has been repeatedly identified as the Command, Control and Communications of the strategic forces.

The Communications which support Command and Control of the U.S. strategic forces are sophisticated and expensive, but highly vulnerable. The system employs all forms of modern equipment, including land-line phones, radios, optics... right up to satellite relay systems.

The entire magnetic spectrum from Very Low frequency to Extremely High Frequency is engaged to complicate an enemy's potential ability to sever communications. Unfortunately, almost all military (and most civilian) communication depends upon this electro-magnetic spectrum through the use of radio waves and its related equipment (switchboards, transmitters, receivers, etc.).


Airborne Links


The president exercises control of his strategic forces through the National Command Authority via ground-based communication links to regional and sub-regional commanders. The backup behind this system is a fleet of command aircraft that will take commanders aloft and away from vulnerable land-based command posts. These airborne commanders will still have the ability to exercise command and control over their forces through airborne radio links with their individual units... or will they?

Today, it is common knowledge that sunspots (or increased solar activity) have substantial effects upon communications. This is due to increased disturbance of the electro-magnetic spectrum, the medium by which all radio communications travel.

A burst from a nuclear weapon at high altitude acts like a giant susnspot and will cause black-outs or distortions in most of the electro-magnetic spectrum. This effect is known as Electro-Magnetic Interference (EMI).

The effects of a nuclear burst can best be illustrated by a natural phenomenon we all take for granted. Messages are transmitted across oceans by bouncing radio waves off the upper part of the Earth's atmosphere, the ionosphere. The Sun, with its outpouring of nuclear-fueled energy, affects the ionosphere so considerably that during daylight hours the ionosphere sits substantially nearer to the Earth than at night. The Sun's eruptions excite atoms inside the ionosphere and causes their electrons to escape; the atmosphere becomes ionized—charged—and this acts as almost an impenetrable barrier to certain radio waves. An air-burst nuclear explosion creates the same effect.

Fortunately, Very High Frequency communications, which provide the basis for satellite communication, are not badly affected by EMI disturbance. That's good news.

The bad news is this: There is another aspect of a nuclear burst that does indeed affect, if not totally destroy, this vital satellite link. It is known as Electro-Magnetic Pulse (EMP) and was first observed just before the cessation of nuclear atmospheric tests in 1962. EMP is a wave front of electro-magnetic energy that emanates from a nuclear burst.

Throw a stone into a quiet pond and watch the ripple of water that results. EMP works on the same principle, though in three dimensions. If one explosion were high enough and strong enough, it would create a rippling EMP that would blanket the entire United States.It degrades communication by damaging the related support system.

Electronic equipments today is ultra-sensitive and works on voltages measured in thousandths of one volt. If only one volt of electromagnetic energy is induced, an entire computer can be knocked out, programs erased, receivers zapped...and the list goes on. The result could be complete equipment failure either on a permanent or temporary basis which would not be limited to communications, but may affect missile-guidance equipment, firing circuits, launchers, etc.


Protective measures


The protection of circuits against EMP and a similar phenomenon known as Transient Radiation Effect on Electronics is possible, but no one knows how effective these protective measures will be since atmosphere nuclear tests are no longer permitted and laboratories cannot possible create conditions that could properly test system size equipment. (A Defence Nuclear Agency fact sheet declares that, “it is not particularly difficult to shield against the effects of EMP.” What is particularly difficult, we discovered, is to find anyone at either the agency of the Pentagon who can substantiate this misleading report.)

Satellites are not protected against EMP, nor will it be possible to protect them in the foreseeable future. Hence, satellite communications, the primary means of communication deployed by the strategic forces, may be virtually wiped out by the first high-altitude 10-megaton burst. It can be said with confidence that less than 100 well-placed nuclear detonations can completely wipe out the strategic forces' ability to communicate (the Soviet Union's strategic warhead arsenal is estimated at 9,000).


Hamstring response


Soviet military strategists are well aware that one well-placed high-altitude nuclear explosion would wipe out between 40 to 70 per cent of all electromagnetic communication within the United States and dispatch a strong EMP over the entire country. This single tactic could effectively hamstring an American response to but a small trickle of retaliatory nuclear strikes.

That is precisely why the President cannot afford the luxury of waiting until a “confirmed” attack has taken place, but must push a button that might better remain untouched.

There have been recent breakthroughs, including the use of optic fibre communication, which it is thought will one day lead to protection from EMP. But these “advances” are at least 20 years away from operational use.

Recalling the scenario at the beginning of this article, you will note that vulnerable communications was not the sole thrust to disaster.

The situation described was taking place during a “crisis”. Recent history has proven that a time-tested communications system which operates perfectly during peacetime cannot be relied upon to do its job as well in a crisis situation.

The classic example occurred on June 6, 1967, when the U.S.S. Liberty was strafed, torpedoed and nearly sunk, with heavy casualties, by the Israeli Self Defenc Forces. The ship was under the direct authority of the National Security Agency (NSA), which shares a communications system with the National Command Authority.

The military uses what is termed Emergency Action Messages (EAM) to relay to its combat units vital information, including war and nuclear release orders.

On the morning of June 6, 1967, NSA became aware that the Israelis might attack the Liberty; the communications vessel was spying on Israeli advances into Egypt. At least three hours before the attack, NSA sent an EAM to the Liberty via the prescribed high-priority communication channel. This emergency warning to “move off” was never received by the ship. Nor were two other EAMs which followed. The first ended up on the Philippines, another in North Africa, and the third God know where else. The result—34 lives lost and one U.S. naval vessel out of service, permanently.


More incidents

Why? No one really knows, or at least is not saying. And all this happened in a clear, pure, untainted electromagnetic environment free of Electro-Magnetic-Interference.

Within two years there were two more incidents involving vital communications failures during a crisis: The North Koreans captured the U.S.S. Pueblo and shot down an EC 121, a U.S. spy aircraft.

Although exhaustive attempts have been made to upgrade communications during a crisis situation, a vast amount of evidence remains that what works well in peacetime falls apart when the going gets tough.

For the rest of this decade and the next, the vulnerability of Command, Control and Communications, compounded by a crisis situation, could be the catastrophic prescription for accidental nuclear war.



THE OTHER KENNEDY

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"THE INVESTIGATOR," SANTA BARBARA NEWS-PRESS

JANUARY 3rd, 2009

Rosemary Kennedy--sister to President John and Senators Robert and Edward--died of natural causes at age 
86 near a special care facility in Wisconsin, where she had lived almost all her adult life.

What happened to poor Rosemary at the tender age of 23 continues to haunt us.

Dr. Bertram Brown, a former Deputy Surgeon General of the U.S., once called it "The biggest mental health cover-up in history."

Let's uncover it.

Rosemary Kennedy was not mentally retarded, as Kennedy lore suggests. 
But even if she were, family patriarch Joseph Kennedy's ultimate solution for dealing with such a handicap would still be 
unforgivable: He made his daughter submit to a prefrontal lobotomy.

The procedure took place in 1941 at St. Elizabeth's Hospital in Washington D.C., where America's original lobotomist, Dr. Walter Freeman, practiced his favorite experimental psychosurgery, usually with a bespoke gold-plated ice pick.

For a start, lobotomy was never supposed to be conducted on the mentally retarded. It was designed for the mentally insane, as a means to relieve chronic aggression.

But Rosemary was not insane, either.

She was temperamental, possibly depressed, with a lower-than-average I.Q.

As such, Rosemary was an embarrassment to her father, who possessed high political ambitions for his sons. Her tantrums, compounded by promiscuity, deeply troubled Joe, who fretted she might become pregnant and shame the family.

So while Joe's wife, Rose, was away, and without her knowledge, he consulted Walt Freeman, who agreed that prefrontal lobotomy was a fine fix for a young woman in the prime of her life who was having, perhaps, too much fun. It would, promised Walt, put an end to her "mood swings that the family found difficult to handle at home." (Part of the reason Rosemary was difficult to handle at home was because her siblings--all of higher intelligence--treated her like moron.)

While the patient recited the Lord's Prayer and sang God Bless America, neurosurgeon James Watts--supervised by Walt--cut at Rosemary's prefrontal lobes with an instrument similar to a butter knife until her words became incoherent.

The procedure worked! No more mood swings, no more tantrums, no more promiscuity; and most important, no more embarrassment for Joe.

Also this: No more personality, no more ability to think or speak; a young, vibrant life taken--sacrificed to pathological ambition. 
Walt Freeman liked to say, "Lobotomy gets them home," as he traversed the country in his lobotomobile, a Cortez trailer, goading asylum keepers in 23 states to line up their unruly.

But Rosemary Kennedy did not go home. Incapacitated, with a developmental age of 2, Rosemary was cast off to Wisconsin--and Joe all but erased her existence from the family.


INTERVIEW WITH TIM HARDIN

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Tim Hardin (1941-1980) at Tricky Dick's Coffee House, London, 1978


This (unpublished) interview was conducted in mid-1979.

Tim died from an overdose of heroin December 29, 1980



Tim Hardin used to live in a squat (a derelict house) around the corner from Tricky Dick's, my late-night coffee house in Hampstead, north London.

One evening, Tim wandered in and played his guitar--a very powerful performance featuring his mighty voice and self-written classics like "If I Were a Carpenter."

We became friends and, somewhat down and out, he'd hang with me through the day as I made supply runs for coffee, ice cream, etc.

Early evening, we'd hang at the local bars:  Swiss Cottage, The Red House, and The Old Bull and Bush, where he'd alternately make fast friends and provoke fights.

Later, Tim would play a set at Tricky Dick's in exchange for a burger and fries--and a pint of whiskey under the table.

Many customers had no idea he'd been a famous pop star, fallen on hard times, and when he improvised new lyrics extemporaneously, they'd prat-call that the words were wrong.

Once, Tim stopped playing and smacked a smug heckler on the stomach.  But mostly he played, because that's what he liked doing best of all.  He lived for his art and felt good only when he was in his zone, strumming, tapping keys and singing.

ERINGER:  Tell me about your rise and fall situation?

HARDIN:  When I was 19 I got a scholarship at the American Academy of Dramatic Art in New York.  It was too much like school, so after about six weeks I dropped out and bought a guitar with my last forty bucks.  Didn't know how to play it or anything.  Figured out five or six chords and started writing tunes because it was easier than learning other people's songs.  I got a gig in Greenwich Village where they passed the hat, hot dog money and bus fare.  Out of that I got a publishing deal:  I'd send them a song, they'd send me some bread.

The music business is based, like every other business, on making as much money as you can for as little effort and as little time spent as possible.  There are some people who do not know how to coordinate their lives that way.  They find out something they can do that's exciting for them to do, which in my case is singing and playing.  It's the only thing I can do good enough to make me feel good.  So, helplessly I go, feeling good and playing, not knowing that when somebody says, "I want to make you a really fair contract"--not knowing that they don't feel the same way about their gig as I do about mine.  It's a business where if you can't lie, or if you don't have somebody to tell you that somebody else is lying to you, you're always going to lose.  Just always.  You might stack up some bread, but you're going to feel such a fool when you realize you're only getting one percent of what you're supposed to get.

You know, I said to my first contract people, who screwed me real good, "I said, "Should I have a lawyer look at this contract?"  They said, "Sure, our lawyer's right next door!"  Hey, man, almost everybody knows better than what I did.

When I realized what was going on, I just walked on them, split, which also cost me a lot of money.  At that time I was so young and, it seemed me, so rich, that I couldn't make a mistake.  That I had some money in my pocket made me so f------- cocky I decided to stop recording for anyone and start my own record company.


ERINGER:  When was that?

HARDIN:  About 1972.  But then I got an offer to record with Rod Stewart's people, GM Records.

ERINGER:  That's when you moved to London?

HARDIN:  Yeah.

ERINGER:  Why London?

HARDIN:  Well, romantically I had something going with Mary Frampton.

ERINGER:  While she was married to Peter Frampton?

HARDIN:  Yeah.

ERINGER:  Did Peter know?

HARDIN:  No, he didn't.  And neither did she!  I was just so in love with her that I just went over there [London] and waited till somebody f----- up.

ERINGER:  What happened?

HARDIN:  Well, I didn't f--- up, so I got it.

ERINGER:  Got what?

HARDIN:  Mary married me.

ERINGER:  How were  you for money at that time?"

HARDIN:  Until just after Christmas, '75, I never realized that I wouldn't have all the money I ever wanted ever.

ERINGER:  After being a millionaire for a bunch of years you were suddenly broke?

HARDIN:  And would be in terms of anything I could make off of what I thought I owned.  Then my manager, a so-called "friend," came over and said somebody offered me a quarter-of-a-million for my catalog of songs.  Well, I needed money at the time so I said okay. When I came round to my senses a week later, I changed my mind. So this "friend" came to England and told me he'd gone to the IRS and told him my story about the kind of tax shortcuts everybody takes, and he said they'd extradite me from England and put me in jail.  So I signed the paper and sold the catalog.


ERINGER:  But, still, how can you be so down and out?

HARDIN:  I had to pay my ex-wife Susan an awful lot of money.  I wish she'd give me some.

ERINGER:  Why won't she?

HARDIN:  Because she knows I hate her so much and she hates me, too.  She doesn't even like to see me.

ERINGER:  When did you last see her?

HARDIN:  About seven months ago.  She met me at her office, where she does organic make-up.  I had tea and a cupcake with her.  I asked her if she could lend me some bread to pay for parking across the street.  She said, "Oh, Tim, are you really broke?" and I explained the whole thing to her.  So she gave me twenty bucks instead of five. She could tell right then that I was very capable of killing.

ERINGER:  How did it feel when it finally occurred to you that you were dead broke and had to change your glamorous lifestyle?

HARDIN:  It grabbed me by the nuts, put its thumb up my asshole and scratched my brains from inside.

ERINGER:  You were addicted to heroin, right?

HARDIN:  I was addicted to heroin from age 19 to 26.  I'll tell you what:  My drug experiences were not a drag.  I felt so good so much that I will never, ever be sorry.  



EXPOSED: MEGA GROUP INVESTIGATIONS, ZEEV HASKAL & SARAH BYRNES

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Zeev Haskal

A lawsuit was filed earlier this week in Santa Barbara Superior Court against Mega Group InvestigationsZeev Haskal and Sarah Byrnes (husband and wife), of North Hollywood, California, and their client, currently referred to as John Doe.

Defendants are charged with Libel, Intentional Infliction of Emotional Distress, Invasion of Privacy-False Light, Invasion of Privacy-Intrusion, Stalking, Negligence and Negligent Supervision, with regard to a website that was designed to exist in total anonymity.

The website’s owner went to great lengths to shield its identity, using a UK company to register the website with a Bahamas-based registrar, hosted on servers in Turkey, with ownership of the domain name transferred to a Panama-based company.

Very clever.  Very sophisticated.

Except for one thing...


Mega Group left fingerprints and got caught, red-handed.

Their misconduct is depicted in the lawsuit as taken with an improper and evil motive amounting to malice and in conscious disregard to Plaintiff's rights.

Furthermore, Mega Group, Haskal and Byrnes are charged with contravening the California Private Investigator Act, which prohibits licensed PIs from committing any act constituting dishonesty or fraud.


A Complaint will be filed imminently with the California Bureau of Security and Investigative Services, which issues PI licenses and takes disciplinary action against license-holders who abuse their positions.


BYE-BYE BORIS

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Boris Berezovsky, the self-exiled Russian oligarch found dead at his home in Britain with a ligature tied around his neck, feared assassination.

I got a personal taste of this fear when I met the supposed billionaire at London’s Dorchester Hotel seven years ago.  He showed up with a bullet proofed Bentley and two very large bodyguards.  He wasn’t scared of me.  But he was petrified of Russian President Vladimir Putin, his arch-nemesis—and Putin’s proclivity for poisoning his perceived opponents, either with polonium or lead.

Short, dark and shifty-eyed Berezovsky scanned the grand lobby for assassins (usually, tycoons leave this to their goons) and quickly determined we’d be safer in his private club, where members’ guests (myself included) are compelled to pose for mug shots as a condition of entry.

And although The Ambassadors Club was a mere hundred yards down Park Lane, Berezovsky insisted we climb into his tank for the ten second ride.

This was a man who valued his life.  And had good reason to believe at least one very powerful man wanted him dead.

As New Russia’s New Stalin, Putin, a product of the KGB, had a decade earlier embarked on a systematic plan to eliminate Russians perceived by him to have betrayed the Motherland.

This was, after all, a Communist tradition, commencing with the assassination of Leon Trotsky.

First we had Edward Lee Howard, a defector to Moscow from the CIA, who supposedly broke his neck “falling down the stairs to his basement” soon after he was discovered to have compromised the former KGB chairman Vladimir Kryuchkov and embarrassed the Russian special services.  (Ed’s dacha didn’t have a basement.)

Thus followed a series of shootings and beatings, resulting in the death of Russian investigative reporters and assorted political opponents.

But the boldest assassination was that of Vladimir Litvinenko, an ex-KGB officer resident in the UK, who suffered an agonizing death after drinking tea laced with Polonium 210, which inadvertently subjected others to radiation poisoning.

A former KGB officer executed that hit, as ordered by Russian FSB chief Nikolai Patrushev and approved by Putin.

So Boris, who had been close to Litvinenko, had much to fear—paranoia that even Zyprexa and Abilify would not suppress.  But this guy took precautions not medication.  And he was never treated for depression, the usual cause of suicide.

So how does Berezovsky come to die with a ligature around his neck, as if he were an ill-fated character in The Godfather?

It is reported that two officers from Her Majesty’s Secret Intelligence Service (SIS), which kept tabs on him, visited this one-time Godfather of the Kremlin on the eve of his demise.  Did they carry such bad news that the almost-broke billionaire decided to end it all at whim, having already planned a trip to Israel the following week?

Putin’s press machine zoomed into gear (or was already geared), not only blaming the Brits but also leaking a story (true or not) about Boris having penned a missive to Putin begging forgiveness and permission to return to Mother Russia.

Back to my meeting with Berezovsky in London seven years ago:  He spoke with passion of overthrowing the Russian president he helped handpick from obscurity (to replace the drunkard Yeltsin), returning to Russia, and running the country himself.

I, apparently, was not the only person to whom he spouted off.  A few weeks later, his insurrectionist stance got reported in the media, resulting in a censure from the British government after protests from Putin.

I mentioned my bizarre meeting with Boris to a friend who happened be a senior member of SIS, asking if continued contact would have any upside.  My friend looked at me mournfully.  After a few moments silence, he said quietly, “There’s nothing but death associated with Boris Berezovsky.”


FIRST EVER STORY: INTERVIEW WITH ELTON JOHN (1973) FOR SCHOOL NEWSPAPER (ASL)

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(Click on image to enlarge for easier reading)




SPUNGO
Student Newspaper
The American School in London
Wednesday, April 4, 1973


THE GLOBAL MANIPULATORS

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Published in the UK by Pentacle Books in 1980, this book acquired a strong cult following and is hard to find in print.

The Global Manipulators was the first book to expose the Bilderberg Group and the Trilateral Commission.

It details how Eringer investigated these covert power groups, and what he uncovered.




THE CONSPIRACY PEDDLERS

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The Conspiracy Peddlers was the first of its kind.

Chapter by chapter, this booklet tackled the Liberty Lobby, Lyndon LaRouche and his various fronts, Conspiracy Queen Mae Brussell and Peter Beter, among others.

Dr. Beter, a former Import-Export bank official, worked himself into weekly frenzies about "Soviet nuclear warheads buried in U.S. coastal waters." 

He even provided precise longitudes and latitudes of every concealed warhead. 

A lake in West Virginia was cited, and a panicked sheriff named Harley Mooney actually had it drained.

THE FORCE OF WILLIS CARTO

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This article appeared in Mother Jones in April 1981.


Ask a radical right-winger, "Who's behind the Trilatercal Commission?" Nine out of ten will tell you, "David Rockefeller." Now ask who's behind The Spotlight, the weekly tabloid in which rightists read about the Trilateral Commission. Ninety-nine out of a hundred won't know.

Willis Allison Carto's network is probably more secretive than the Trilateral Commission could ever hope to be. But with a radio show aired on 470 stations daily, a brand new television commentary series seen in 37 cities and a newspaper circulation approaching 340,000, Carto is a formidable force within the Right.

Former Senator Sam Ervin has commended Carto's Liberty Lobby for being "faithful to the concept of the Constitution." Idaho Representative George Hansen says he's "pleased to receiveve The Spotlight and hope all my colleagues have access to it." Carto's propaganda machine is being taken seriously by a growing number of rightists. Here's a thumbnail rundown of his empire and the history of his activities:

Liberty Lobby: This non-profit, ultra-conservative pressure group is the core of Carto's industry, estimated to be a multimillion-dollar operation. Founded by Carto in 1956, the group reached a financial turning point in 1964 with the publication of a character assassination of Lyndon Johnson.

In April 1969, columnist Drew Pearson wrote that the Liberty Lobby was a "neo-Nazi group" and published a letter written by Carto that read, in part: "Hitler's defeat was the defeat of Europe. And America." Furious, Carto went to court but was unsuccessful in his attempt to stop Pearson from writing about Liberty Lobby.

This past June, Robert Bartell became chairman of Liberty Lobby's Board of Policy. According to the Anti-Defamation League (ADL) of B'nai B'rith, Bartell's history includes having presided over a hush-hush 1970 Liberty Lobby fundraiser for a project--"Operation Survival"--to finance a right-wing military dictatorship for the U.S. Barlett denies the charge, saying that the fundraiser was to help prevent the U.S. climate from deteriorating into further "chaos." According to the ADL, which will not reveal its sources but apparently planted an informant in Operation Survival, Bartell asked for help in raising $400,000 yearly from the 50 influential right-wingers in attendance.

The Spotlight: This weekly tabloid is a radically right-wing version of the National Enquirer: "Soviet Spy in White House"; "Rockefeller Named Dope Overlord"; "The Diary of Anne Frank is a fraud." News stories "expose" the conspiracy being perpetrated against hard-working, blue-collar citizens by "Jew-Zionist" international bankers and communists.

Affiliated Fronts: Liberty Lobby front groups can sometimes be identified by their address: 300 Independence Avenue SE, Washington DC or 132 Third Street, a side entrance to Carto's building.

Carto's West Coast operations revolve mainly around The Noontide Press. He also has been affiliated with the once-respected American Mercury magazine and the Institute for Historical Review, an organization designed to promote the belief that the Holocaust was a hoax.

Willis Allison Carto, himself: Carto does not speak in public, refuses to be interviewed and keeps an unlisted telephone number. His name does not even appear on the masthead of The Spotlight.

He directs his operations from a plush penthouse apartment in Torrance, California, a suburb of Los Angeles. According to Spotlight's managing editor, Jim Tucker, Carto conducts Liberty Lobby business by way of conference calls from a public telephone. His occasional surprise appearances at the Liberty Building in Washington are geared to catch employees off-guard. One former employee says the staff fears Carto's stormy temperament, and Robert Bartell confirms that polygraph tests are not uncommon for new employees.

JURY POWER: IN CASE YOU ARE SUMMONED TO SERVE

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This appeared in the Santa Barbara News-Press on 12 July 2008.

At least one Santa Barbara judge is cracking down on anyone who attempts to evade jury duty. Superior Court Judge J. William Lafferty recently ordered 19 such evaders into court to explain their recalcitrant behavior -- and handed out fines to 14 of them for insubordination, along with imminent jury duty.

Superior Court Executive Officer Gary Blair explained the juror summons procedure to The Investigator: Santa Barbara residents are sent a summons by first-class mail, after which they receive a follow-up reminder, after which, if they still haven't manifested themselves, they receive a warning letter.
If all three mailings are ignored, the Sheriff's Department may send a deputy (as ordered by a judge) to personally deliver a final missive demanding that the recipient "show cause" by appearing in court, where a fine and jury duty await.

To make it stick, the deputy must confront the summoned individual (presumably at home) and sign a "proof of delivery" statement affirming that the summons was indeed received by the person to whom it was addressed. Without proof of service, the case can go no further.

But if properly served, failure by the recipient to appear in court on the specified date can result in the issuance of an arrest warrant.

Despite payment far below minimum wage (an eight-hour day for $1.88 per hour, in disparity with California's $8 per hour lawful minimum), it is a citizen's obligation, and patriotic duty, to serve on a jury if so summoned and selected from a jury pool.

According to the Fully Informed Jury Association (FIJA), this is actually a citizen's chance to do some real good for society. 

For FIJA views jury duty as an opportunity to do more than just evaluate the facts of a case as instructed by the judge. 

A juror, the group says, is constitutionally entitled to engage in jury nullification of law or, as it is also known, jury power.

Most judges do not agree with a juror's right to determine whether the law in question is a good law, or a bad law, or if the law has been justly applied. 

Judges generally believe that a juror's role is solely to evaluate testimony and evidence, and thereby determine only if the law has been broken.

But proponents of jury power will vote to acquit a defendant if they feel that the law is guilty, not the defendant.

For example, if the federal government prosecuted a marijuana possession case in a state that permitted medical marijuana, a juror may be tempted to acquit the perpetrator on the basis that state law is more equitable, i.e., that the law being pursued is flawed, not the accused.

Typically, judges feel that jury power erodes their own authority, which means they may disallow potential jurors who fully understand their rights from serving on a jury in their courtrooms. 

Moreover, it is prudent for a prospective juror to announce up front if he or she subscribes to jury nullification of law so that the judge cannot later, after a trial, hold a juror in contempt of court for "hiding" a belief in jury power.

This has actually happened in some cases where jurors did not disclose their awareness of their right to vote their conscience, and the judge misinterpreted their silence as an "obstruction of justice."

Mr. Blair told The Investigator he knows of no case in Santa Barbara where a juror has been well enough informed to invoke jury nullification of law.

He added that, quite apart from how a local judge may feel about a potential juror's intention to put the law on trial in addition to the defendant, "the lawyers (for both sides) would probably throw him or her out."

Which may be one way to avoid the worst paying job in the state.


THE FORCE OF WILLIS CARTO

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This article appeared in Mother Jones in April 1981.


Ask a radical right-winger, "Who's behind the Trilatercal Commission?" Nine out of ten will tell you, "David Rockefeller." Now ask who's behind The Spotlight, the weekly tabloid in which rightists read about the Trilateral Commission. Ninety-nine out of a hundred won't know.

Willis Allison Carto's network is probably more secretive than the Trilateral Commission could ever hope to be. But with a radio show aired on 470 stations daily, a brand new television commentary series seen in 37 cities and a newspaper circulation approaching 340,000, Carto is a formidable force within the Right.

Former Senator Sam Ervin has commended Carto's Liberty Lobby for being "faithful to the concept of the Constitution." Idaho Representative George Hansen says he's "pleased to receiveve The Spotlight and hope all my colleagues have access to it." Carto's propaganda machine is being taken seriously by a growing number of rightists. Here's a thumbnail rundown of his empire and the history of his activities:

Liberty Lobby: This non-profit, ultra-conservative pressure group is the core of Carto's industry, estimated to be a multimillion-dollar operation. Founded by Carto in 1956, the group reached a financial turning point in 1964 with the publication of a character assassination of Lyndon Johnson.

In April 1969, columnist Drew Pearson wrote that the Liberty Lobby was a "neo-Nazi group" and published a letter written by Carto that read, in part: "Hitler's defeat was the defeat of Europe. And America." Furious, Carto went to court but was unsuccessful in his attempt to stop Pearson from writing about Liberty Lobby.

This past June, Robert Bartell became chairman of Liberty Lobby's Board of Policy. According to the Anti-Defamation League (ADL) of B'nai B'rith, Bartell's history includes having presided over a hush-hush 1970 Liberty Lobby fundraiser for a project--"Operation Survival"--to finance a right-wing military dictatorship for the U.S. Barlett denies the charge, saying that the fundraiser was to help prevent the U.S. climate from deteriorating into further "chaos." According to the ADL, which will not reveal its sources but apparently planted an informant in Operation Survival, Bartell asked for help in raising $400,000 yearly from the 50 influential right-wingers in attendance.

The Spotlight: This weekly tabloid is a radically right-wing version of the National Enquirer: "Soviet Spy in White House"; "Rockefeller Named Dope Overlord"; "The Diary of Anne Frank is a fraud." News stories "expose" the conspiracy being perpetrated against hard-working, blue-collar citizens by "Jew-Zionist" international bankers and communists.

Affiliated Fronts: Liberty Lobby front groups can sometimes be identified by their address: 300 Independence Avenue SE, Washington DC or 132 Third Street, a side entrance to Carto's building.

Carto's West Coast operations revolve mainly around The Noontide Press. He also has been affiliated with the once-respected American Mercury magazine and the Institute for Historical Review, an organization designed to promote the belief that the Holocaust was a hoax.

Willis Allison Carto, himself: Carto does not speak in public, refuses to be interviewed and keeps an unlisted telephone number. His name does not even appear on the masthead of The Spotlight.

He directs his operations from a plush penthouse apartment in Torrance, California, a suburb of Los Angeles. According to Spotlight's managing editor, Jim Tucker, Carto conducts Liberty Lobby business by way of conference calls from a public telephone. His occasional surprise appearances at the Liberty Building in Washington are geared to catch employees off-guard. One former employee says the staff fears Carto's stormy temperament, and Robert Bartell confirms that polygraph tests are not uncommon for new employees.



THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER & THE CIA

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Four things you never knew about the founder of The National Enquirer, for those enquiring minds who want to know:

1.  His father was a fascist.
2.  His two brothers were convicted of fraud.
3.  His godfather was a top mafia don.
4.  He worked for the CIA.

Sensational stuff, no?  

All true.

Where to begin?  

At the beginning, I guess, in 1905, when Generoso Pope, at age thirteen, arrived at Ellis Island in New York, freshly emigrated from Italy with four dollars in his pocket.

Thirteen must have been Generoso's lucky number.  And he was smart. 

By 1930, Pope had realized the American Dream (as opposed to the European Nightmare -- World Wars I & II -- for those who remained in the old world).  He had become a millionaire -- the first self-made Italian millionaire in the USA.

Colonial Sand and Stone, Pope's cement company, paved the streets of Manhattan.  

With his profits, the concrete baron purchased Il Progresso, New York's large-circulation Italian newspaper.  Through the 1930s, Pope penned and published editorials that glorified Italy's fascist leader, Benito Mussolini.  He even tripped back to Italy to meet Mussolini.  Twice.

Needless to say, J. Edgar Hoover was not amused.  He laid on the FBIs gumshoes.  They began reading Il Progresso with a magnifying glass, filling extensive files on what the hell Pope thought he was doing.

After World War II started, Hoover wanted to throw Pope in jail.  

The more creative intel-types, serving under "Wild Bill" Donovan, wanted to turn Pope around, show him the error of his ways, and put him to work for the good guys.

That's the essential difference between the Bureau and the Agency.  

The Bureau is law enforcement.  They want to build a case and throw someone in jail.  The Agency wants to change a person's thinking, then use him against the enemy -- for the greater good.  

OSS won out.  The year was 1941.  A visit was paid to Generoso.  He was made to see the error of his ways and Il Progresso turned on Mussolini.

In the late 1940s, when Italy's communists were gaining strength, a letter-writing campaign from the USA helped turn things around -- a campaign conceived by the CIA and executed by Pope and his Italian-language paper.

Thousands and thousands of Italian-Americans were instructed to write about the evils of communism to all of their relatives in Italy.

And that wasn't all.

CIA filtered cash-money through Generoso Pope for church, student, and labor groups -- and to finance a spectrum of covert operations that ensured a Christian Democratic election victory in 1948.

This is where the CIA's relationship with the mafia is rooted; not in their mutual contempt for Castro, but in the salvation of Italy from a communist sweep.  

"Lucky" Luciano, the notorious mobster, was a big provolone in helping CIA keep the communists out of power in Italy.  His boys worked the docks.  These guys had to keep their olive oil flowing.

Back to Generoso Pope.  

His best friend in the whole world was Frank Costello, known by New York newspapers as "prime minister of the underworld."  

Costello -- a.k.a. "Uncle Frank" and "the Boss of Bosses" -- controlled Tammany Hall, New York's democratic party machine, and hand-picked mayors, police commissioners, and judges.

As New York's "Godfather of Godfathers" (this guy had too many nicknames), Costello was chosen by Pope to be godfather, in the religious sense, to Generoso (Gene) Pope, Jr., the third of Pope's three sons.

Gene's two older brothers, Fortune and Anthony, joined the concrete business; Gene edited Il Progresso.

In 1951, a year after his old man died, Gene boarded a train to Washington, D.C. to join the CIA.  He was assigned to psychological warfare, the unit that dealt with propaganda and experimented with brainwashing.

(An aside here:  The CIA guy who invented modern psychological warfare was Paul Linebarger, who wrote the definitive text on the subject -- and a string of sci-fi books under the pseudonym Cordwainer Smith.  He'd start his lectures by walking into a room filled with colonels -- his glass eye pointed one way, his real eye pointing another -- and he'd say to a real stuffy West Pointer, "Have you ever f----- your brother?"  This guy would get up and -- wham! -- hit Linebarger on his chin, sending his glass eye in one direction and false teeth in another.  And Linebarger would get up and say, "See!  I've reduced this man to a raving idiot just by the use of one phrase!  See what words can do?")

Back to Gene Pope, who finished his training and returned to New York in April 1952, to Il Progresso.  

A funny thing happened; funny in the odd sense.  His elder brothers wanted to slot him as an employee, not a partner.  They would not have pulled this were the old man still alive -- Gene was the apple of his father's eye.

Gene possessed an Italian temperament.  He lost his cool, walked out -- and never spoke to either brother again.  Gene walked away penniless from his family's multi-million-dollar businesses and went hunting for his own newspaper.

The New York Enquirer caught Gene's eye.  

This broadsheet, founded in 1926, had seen better days; had been run into the ground by William Griffin, Jr., the founder's son.

"Uncle Frank" Costello spent two months negotiating the Enquirer’s price down to $75,000, then came up with twenty-grand needed for a down-payment.  

Costello also planted a few choice words in the ear of fellow horse-race gambler J. Edgar Hoover, resulting in an investigation of Pope's brothers, who were thought to be skimming funds from their cement business.  

Fortune and Anthony were eventually convicted of fraud. 

If you were going to have a godfather, Frank was the man.

One of the first things Pope did with the New York Enquirer was add a feature he called Worldwide Intelligence Column, written anonymously.

The first word about purges in Czechoslovakia appeared in this column, and it authoritatively named Czech officials on the way out.

A startling exclusive about new developments in germ warfare research by the Chinese appeared in this column.

A scoop about an atomic bomb accident in the Soviet Union appeared in this column.

Thus, the New York Enquirer, under Gene Pope, became CIA's vehicle for breaking stories it wanted the world to know.

But even with CIA's exclusive stories, Pope couldn't raise his newspaper's circulation.  

Uncle Frank had to cough up $10,000 a week operating expenses to prevent the paper from folding.  

In return, the New York Enquirer reported that the mafia was a myth perpetuated by communist propaganda.  

It prompted New York Mirror columnist Lee Mortimer to write:  "As soon as anyone goes after the mob, he's taken on the following week by that loathsome blackmail sheet that's 'owned' by Frank Costello's godson."

In a morose moment, Pope decided that his readers wanted blood and gore.  Let it bleed, he instructed his editors.  The paper began to print lurid photographs of bloody car wrecks and gruesome murders.  ("Madman Cut Up Date & Put Her Body In Freezer.")

Circulation tripled.  

Pope quickly earned a national reputation.  So he re-christened his newspaper The National Enquirer.

However, the gruesome nature of this national paper soon caused a hiccup.  Pope was a police groupie, a frustrated cop.  That's why he joined CIA:  He had dreams of becoming a super-policeman.  

To satiate this need in his godson, Uncle Frank used political connections to have him named honorary deputy commissioner of police.  

Unfortunately, the good burghers of New York City took exception to Pope's weekly display of murder and mayhem, and found it distasteful that the man who glorified such gore should be an honorary policeman.  So they revoked the title and, worse for Pope, stripped him of his badge.

Embarrassed, and believing there was no future in blood and gore, Pope plotted a new course for his tabloid -- one that would make it truly national, and gender-bending (his readers then were blue-collar male.)  

The recipe called for a large helping of celebrity scandal and titillation, a measure of self-help, a spoonful of the occult and a dollop of inspirational uplift.  

Gee Whiz Journalism was born -- and circulation took off big-time, reaching six million.

During the transition, Costello served a stint in prison.  

When Uncle Frank was released in 1961, he reached out to his now-prosperous godson for a helping hand, a repayment for setting him up in business years earlier.
  
But Pope rebuffed his godfather, pleading new respectability that precluded an association with an ex-con mobster.

Henceforth, fearing retaliation, Pope surrounded himself with off-duty police officers.

Pope knew better than to screw CIA the way he screwed Frank Costello.  It was a psychological thing, ultimately.  He hadn't aspired to be a mobster;  he wanted to be a super-cop.  Hence, Pope adored the CIA.

In the mid-1970s, when Senator Frank Church turned rabid, and everyone and their cousin in the media beat up on CIA, Pope was there for them.  

He published stories trashing the people who were trashing CIA.  ("Public Disclosures Destroying CIA" and "Lives of All Americans Have Been Put in Danger by Headline Hungry Politicians Who Are Crucifying CIA.")  

His was probably the only paper that stood up for CIA at its greatest time of need.  

Problem was -- for CIA, anyway -- nobody of any consequence in Washington read the damn thing.

Reporters from The National Enquirer uncovered the Glomar Explorer operation long before anyone else in the fourth estate.  

This was an extremely sensitive, mission-impossible-type covert operation to salvage a sunken Soviet nuclear submarine from the floor of the south Pacific.

Pope spiked the story, though it could have been a major scoop for his paper.

Another time, a freelance photographer in Helsinki, Finland, used a high-powered telephoto lens to snap Secretary of State Kenry Kissinger reading some documents.  Enlargements showed the docs to be a top secret memo from President Ford outlining the US negotiating strategy for SALT talks with the Soviets.

The photographer sold his prints and negatives to The National Enquirer, known internationally for paying the biggest money for one-of-a-kind pictures.

Did the tabloid publish these expensive photos and score brownie points among its readers and other media for revealing a serious breach of security (and Henry's incompetence)?

Of course not.  

Gene Pope took a train from Florida, where he had settled himself and his tabloid, to Washington (he had a fear of flying) -- and personally hand-delivered the offending photographs (and negatives) to CIA director William Colby.


Gene Pope, Jr. dropped dead from a heart attack in October 1988.  

By order of his will, The National Enquirer --owned lock, stock and barrel by Pope -- was put on the auction block.  

It fetched half-a-billion dollars.



HOW CIA WATERGATED NIXON

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Two Dicks:  Washington civility



Richard Nixon truly believed that almost everyone was out to get him, including the CIA and the Eastern Establishment.

After he was elected president, Nixon regularly unleashed his Dobermans to try to raid CIA's secret archives at Langley.

He wanted to use secrets for his political advantage, especially against Ted Kennedy, whom he was convinced would run against him in 1972 and win--even after a woman drowned in Kennedy’s car at Chappaquiddick.

Nixon knew about CIA's plan to terminate Fidel Castro, not least because it was hatched with his participation, while he was Eisenhower’s Vice president.  He wanted to know if and how the Kennedys had tried to execute this hit after JFK got elected to the White House.

Moreover, Nixon suspected that the Kennedys played a role in Marilyn Monroe's "suicide."

So Nixon sent a series of snarling flunkies over to Langely, demanding this and that, trying to disguise their true interests and intentions.

One by one, they were told to f--- off.

Then Nixon sent John Erhlichman--CIA called him "The Rottweiler"--and that round-faced bastard made no pretenses: he demanded agency files on Castro and Marilyn.

CIA told Erhlichman to f--- off, too.

The Establishment, also, had grown weary of Nixon's behavior.  Henry Kissinger had been assigned by their Pratt House crowd to keep Tricky Dick's foreign policy in check, but Nixon was too weird for even Kissinger to handle.  And Kissinger was weird, too.

Ultimately, the Establishment, from which CIA drew most of its senior officers (such as William Bundy, brother of McGeorge, twice as culpable), wanted the power of the presidency dissipated.

It was not a difficult operation to cripple Nixon, and by extension, the office of the White House.  

CIA knew all of Nixon's personality quirks from their psychological profile of him.  (CIA employs staff psychiatrists who prepare such profiles of world leaders.)

It was just a matter of playing to these quirks; giving Nixon the proverbial rope with which to hang himself.

CIA arranged for one of its operatives to get a second-tier job at the White House, placed somewhere sensitive, between Erhlichman and Kissinger.

It was CIA's agent that orchestrated the creation of a White House "plumber’s unit" to patch leaks.  Hunt, Liddy, Sturgis, et al.

CIA's guy ordered his White House team to break into Democratic National Committee headquarters at the Watergate complex, ostensibly to uncover the dubious black-money links between the DNC's Lawrence O'Brien and reclusive multi-millionaire Howard Hughes, who was already telling CIA anything it wanted to know anyway.    

The true objective for the break-in was to get White House operatives caught with their zippers down.

An anonymous phone call to the on-duty security guard was all it took.

Well, not all.  It needed a push to get it out of the back pages of the Washington Post, onto page one.

Enter W. Mark Felt, a.k.a. Deep Throat.  

Deep Throat provided the Post's Robert Woodward with tit-bits about the kind of election slush-fund that every politician in the history of the United States has maintained--and turned Watergate from a purposely bungled break-in to a catchphrase that gave Nixon insomnia and an increased phobia of the media--and bequeathed to society the stupidity of having to endure every future scandal post-fixed with the word gate.

Nixon sent a new batch of emissaries to CIA--this time to seek its assistance.  

But CIA wanted nothing to do with Tricky Dick's criminal issues (which they created), and told him so.

The Dickster fired CIA's director, Richard Helms, in retaliation.

And through their operative, Alexander Butterfield, the CIA revealed the existence of the White House tapes.  

And that, effectively, fired Nixon.


CIA & THE GEHLEN ORG

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When World War II ended and Nazi Germany was beaten, the CIA fast understood that the next big threat to world peace would be from the Soviet Union.  

When the Soviets divided Germany--and by extension, Europe--the West realized that it had unfairly betrayed the governments-in-exile of Poland and Czechoslovakia and the exiled monarchs of Yugoslavia, Bulgaria and Albania. 

It should have stood up for them; it should have insisted on their repatriation, and put its might behind its rhetoric.  

But after fighting a world war, the West lacked the will to be confrontational.  It did not yet fully comprehend what the Soviet Union had in mind.  

And by the time the Russians drew their iron curtain over Europe, it was too late (in the short-term) to rescue what had become Eastern Europe.

CIA's first problem was this:  

Upon its creation in 1947, it possessed little information on Soviet communism.  J. Edgar Hoover at the FBI knew a few things--but he wasn't about to share one shred of toilet paper with CIA, which he regarded as an interloper.

So CIA had to start from scratch.  

The first place they looked was the archives of the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), the USA's wartime intelligence and sabotage service.  The OSS had interrogated hundreds of Nazi intelligence officers during and after the war.

The Germans, CIA found, had accumulated extensive files on Soviet and Eastern European communists--way beyond what was known by Hoover, who was preoccupied with fantasies of reds under his bed.

It all pointed to one man:  Reinhold Gehlen--a German general who had buried his files on Soviet intelligence in the Bavarian Alps.

Gehlen cut a shrewd deal with CIA.  

He would put his files and expertise at CIA's disposal in exchange for his freedom--and a great deal of cash.  

The decision to deal with The Gehlen Org was not taken lightly.  

Gehlen demonstrated to CIA's satisfaction that the Soviet Union was hell-bent on global domination; that it possessed an advanced atomic program (at a time when US policy-makers believed they had no atomic program at all), and a blueprint to slip long-term sleeper agents into all democratic countries of the West, to be awakened at some future date to carry out covert warfare.

The extent of their operations convinced CIA that the Soviet Union had already become a formidable force; and that she regarded the United States as Global Enemy Number One.

With CIA's blessing, Gehlen assembled a team of "former" Nazi intelligence officers to re-organize their files--in English--and thereby establish a nucleus for agent networking and intelligence gathering on the Soviet Union.

It was akin to dealing with the devil.  But it was essential for the national security of the United States to do this.  

CIA left the petty, soon-redundant Hoover in the dust as it uncovered Soviet plans, methods and sources.

Some favors were granted to Gehlen in the process.  

Several notorious Nazis who had nothing to do with Project Paperclip--the codename for Gehlen's operation--were allowed to slip through US Immigration with new identities, and quietly resettle in the United States.  


THE SIXTH MAN? (A ROYAL BLOW-JOB)

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Prince Edward and "Dickie" Mountbatten



Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean were numbers one and two.  

Philby was the Third Man.  

Gay old Sir Anthony Blunt, Surveyor of the Queen's Pictures, was fourth; John Cairncross, fifth.  

The question nagging espionage buffs for years has been this:  

Was there a sixth major British spy, and if so, whom?

Some pointed the finger at Harold Wilson, who resigned as prime minister under mysterious circumstances in 1976.  

The Russians had stuff on Wilson--that's true--but he wasn't their spy.

The Sixth Man may well have been The Battenberg Buggerer:  Louis Mountbatten, First Lord of the Admiralty, Earl of Burma--but best known, affectionately, as "Dickie" to his boyfriends.

Mountbatten, a Royal Family insider, was homosexual.  

His passion was young guardsmen.  

And while his wife, Edwina, enjoyed multiple affairs (including one with Nehru, the first prime minister of India), Dickie ran rampant through the Queen's barracks.

This procilivity was not lost on the KGB's First Directorate (external intelligence), whose job it was to identify and recruit spies.

Homosexuality qualified as criteria for recruitment.  Catching a homosexual in the act was grounds for blackmail.  

And that's precisely what the KGB did to Mountbatten, whose resentment against the British Establishment, in any case, went all the way back to when he was a kid in 1917 and the British government made Louis and his family change their German last name.  

This indignity came after they forced Louis's father to resign as First Sea Lord (the Royal Navy’s top job) because he was a natural-born German.

It has never been a secret that the British Royal Family is German.  

Its real name is not Windsor, but Gothe-Saxe-Coburg.  

During World War I, the British cabinet felt it unseemly that a family with a German name should rule Britannia while tens of thousands of British lads were being mustard-gassed by Germans in the trenches.  

So it compelled the royals to adopt the name Windsor--chosen only because it sounded so quintessentially English.

Overnight, Louis Battenberg became Louis Mountbatten.

Dickie never forgave the Establishment for this slight.

Back to the KGB, which had more than just Dickie's homosexuality in their files.  

They also had something on Dickie's favorite cousin, the Duke of Windsor, formerly, King Edward VIII:  The de-throned ex-king had secretly collaborated with Hitler during World War II.

Even before the war, Edward was partial to Germany, and liked to point out that one hundred percent Teutonic blood ran through his veins.  

Upon becoming King, Edward shared state secrets from his dispatch boxes with the German leadership.

British Intelligence chief Robert Vannistat, whose officers kept a watchful eye on the new king, reported this to Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin.

Baldwin was horrified.  Something had to be done.  

Baldwin and Vannistat plotted to part King Edward VIII from his throne.  

Their ruse?  

Wallis Simpson, the American divorcee detested by all, whose on-going but trivial relationship with the King they, through use of the media, elevated into a national catastrophe.  

This subterfuge worked, not least because Edward was as thick as two planks and focused the little mental energy he possessed on dressing himself as a dandy.

Edward was jockeyed off the throne and replaced by his unprepared, stammering brother.

Re-titled the Duke of Windsor, the ex-King went into what he truly believed was "temporary" exile on the continent.  

He soon realized he'd been duped; that he would never be allowed to return to Britain.  

This deeply embittered him.

The Nazis followed these events with great interest.  

They tracked the Duke to Madrid, followed him to Lisbon, and cut him a deal:  Work secretly for us.  Once we occupy Britain, you'll be King again.  And Wallis will be Queen.

Wallis, who was really a man (well, I'd like to think so), truly wanted to be Queen.  She badgered her husband into accepting this deal like she badgered him about everything.

Now back to Mountbatten.  

The KGB threatened to expose his homosexuality and the Duke of Windsor's treachery unless Mountbatten played ball.

Dickie was never a fan of the United States (which he despised as classless), or its "Special Relationship" with Britain.  

So it wasn't particularly difficult for him to avoid scandal and agree to spy for the Soviet Union.

When sleaze-ball Anthony Blunt confessed his role to MI5 interrogators in 1964, he likely gave Mountbatten up.

Defying protocol, the Queen would have been informed personally by the Director-General of MI5 to keep the government of the day, including Prime Minister Harold Wilson, out of the loop.  

This was an extraordinary arrangement, and out of it was hatched an extraordinary deal:  Mountbatten would remain free, unaware that he'd been exposed; the Queen would assist MI5 in supplying Dickie with disinformation for Soviet consumption.

One faction of Britain's security service was livid.  

They wanted to see Mountbatten jailed--or bumped off--for his treachery.

Arrest, trial and imprisonment was, of course, out of the question because of the irreparable harm it would do to Britain's Monarchy.

But this faction, more powerful a decade-and-a-half later, finally had their chance.

The plan was brilliant:  Blow Mountbatten to kingdom come while he vacationed on his yacht in Ireland--the ultimate blow-job--and blame it on the IRA!

It worked like a gem.

Public and political outrage ensured MI5 a grander budget than ever to fight the IRA, which vehemently denied the hit to no avail.




THE ROYAL PREROGATIVE

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A Place Called Pine Gap


The year was 1975.

Gough Whitlam, Australia's Labor prime minister, was trying to cash in on the anti-CIA frenzy gripping the world, all because CIA Director Bill Colby displayed costume jewelry at a Congressional hearing as a means of safeguarding CIA's truly valuable family jewels.

Whitlam's focus is Pine Gap, an Australian military base that houses the US National Security Agency's (NSA) Asian listening post and is also the CIA hub for Asian covert operations.

Gough is angry because he knows he's among those targeted by NSA for telephonic eavesdropping.

So Gough threatens to expose NSA/CIA activity at Pine Gap (an arrangement known to and approved by Australia's intelligence service) and close the base.

CIA couldn't have that.  Pine Gap was too strategically vital to its Asian mission.

Drastic action was necessary.

Telephone calls were made at the highest level.  Secret meetings were convened.  The Queen of England was consulted.

Solution:  A constitutional coup d'etat.

The coup was based on the little-known royal prerogative:  the Queen's constitutional power to fire a prime minister and dissolve parliament in any Commonwealth country, including Britain itself.

Here's how it played out in Canberra, Australia's capital:

John Kerr, the Queen's ceremonial governor-general, invited Gough Whitlam to his office and demanded the prime minister's resignation.

Gough refused.

So Kerr handed him a letter of dismissal signed by the Queen.  

Then Kerr invited Malcom Fraser, leader of the Conservative Party (waiting in the next room), to form an interim government pending a new election.

Gough was shocked.  

Once he regained his balance, he whipped his supporters into several feeble demonstrations, amounting to less than nothing.

How so, less than nothing?

Two months later, Gough lost the election. 

Gough is long gone; Pine Gap remains.



CIA & BILDERBERG

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Joseph Retinger


The Power Elite is usually associated with the beliefs of conspiracy theorists.  

Thanks to a whole cottage industry that has sprung up over the past half century, the mainstream media is quick to quash anything that smacks of conspiracy theory, which it associates with cranks.  

As a result, salient facts get ignored.

The Power Elite are not conspirators, but super-lobbyists on an international scale; a serious moneyed elite that float in and out of government service and who take it upon themselves to shape foreign and finance policies, usually from behind the scenes.

Knowing that this elite was responsible for two world wars (not by design, as the conspiracy buffs would have you believe, but through miscalculation), and understanding that CIA's own brief is to stave off war, even if this means fighting one secretly, it decided -- in 1947, soon after its formation -- to hijack the Power Elite.

CIA would endeavor to shape the shapers -- or at least monitor their ideas, and if it couldn't shape them, thwart them if their profiteering got in the way of national security.

To this end, CIA needed to establish a new Power Elite forum.  

Bilderberg.

It began with CIA's recruitment of an enigmatic Polish adventurer named Joseph Retinger, perhaps the least known important figure of the 20th century.

Retinger was an odd little man who hobbled around on a gnarled cane and smoked effeminately with a long cigarette holder.  

Smart and brazen, he moved easily in aristocratic and political circles throughout Europe.   He was not a businessman, but a socializer extraordinaire, a mixer of people.  Retinger brought leading figures together, as if they were chemicals, then waited around to see what reactions his formula might set off.

Retinger came to CIA's attention through the FBI, which had taken a wartime interest in the Pole when he traveled to Washington as part of the Polish-Government-in-Exile's delegation headed by Sikorski.  

The Bureau suspected that Retinger was up to no good, probably in the pay of the Reds.  So FBI gumshoes trailed him everywhere, and CIA eventually got wind of it.  

Retinger was well traveled, erudite and resourceful.  More important, he possessed amazing contacts throughout Europe, all of whom basked in his mystique as a gray eminence.

But best of all, in the early 1930s Retinger had conceived an outlandish plan for European unity:  a united Europe with no borders and a single currency.  

No one was interested, except Retinger's father-in-law, a British politician named E.D. Morel, whose plan to raise the issue in Parliament faded as war clouds gathered over Germany.

Retinger settled in London after the war, distressed by the Western sell-out of his native Poland.

CIA determined that Retinger had two hot buttons:

1)  A free Poland;

2)  A united Europe.

These were the buttons CIA pushed when they sent senior intelligence officers to London to meet Retinger.  
Almost immediately, Retinger got talking about his old intellection of European unity.  Retinger wanted to rekindle this concept, and he believed that the political climate was better than ever as Europe recovered from war; indeed, he had made a speech eighteen months earlier to the Royal Institute for International Affairs (RIIA) in an attempt to arouse support for his concept.

(A few words about RIIA or Chatham House, the handsome mansion it occupies at 10 St. James's Square in London.  It is the skeletal framework for the existing Power Elite, fronted by tweedy academics, usually from All Souls College, Oxford University.)

The members who heard Retinger's speech in the privacy of Chatham House Rules (off-the-record, no attribution) were modestly impressed.  

But no cigar.

CIA pitched Retinger with a lifetime supply.

The Pole was ecstatic.  He didn't care from whence the money came; it was his noble idea that mattered.  

CIA offered Retinger the means with which to pursue his dream -- a black salary (cash money, no 1099) and funding that would cover everything including his kitchen sink.

Then Retinger went to work, which, for him, meant chummy lunches at Claridges and cocktails in a quiet corner at the Savoy.  And several furtive excursions to the continent.

Retinger went to see his closest power elite buddies:  Paul van Zeeland, the Belgian foreign minister, and Paul Rijkens, chairman of Unilever.  

With their political and industrial clout, Retinger organized the First Congress of Europe, convened in the Hague, Holland, in 1948.  (CIA bankrolled everything, from Retinger's whiskey and soda to the convention hall.)

Throw an important-sounding conference with the right names attached, and leaders, present and future, will come.

They came, they argued -- and finally they agreed:  A Council of Europe would be established, along with national committees in each European country.

Simultaneously, CIA created a front organization called the American Committee for a Unified Europe (ACUE).  Its purpose was to lobby American support for Retinger's brainchild, a united Europe.

ACUE's chairman was William "Wild Bill" Donovan, who ran the war-time OSS. 

ACUE's vice chairman was Allen Dulles, another OSS veteran and future CIA director.

ACUE's executive director was Thomas Braden, chief of CIA's  division on international organizations.

It should have been no secret was was going down.  Except in those days, CIA itself was secret.

ACUE became the mechanism CIA used for funding Retinger's next step:  the European Movement -- headquartered in Brussels -- of which Retinger was secretary-general.  

From 1949 till 1953, the operation cost CIA less than a million-and-half dollars.

The Soviet Union, CIA's chief adversary, watched in alarm as Western Europe began to unify.

More important, the power elite signed on, adopting Retinger as their own.

Out of this mixture evolved Bilderberg.

So what the hell is a Bilderberg? 

Hang tight, we're getting there.

Having now positioned Retinger in a respectable mode, with an office and important-sounding title, CIA had him suggest to his power elite buddies that they create a new international forum, based upon Chatham House Rules, whose purpose would be to push European unity from behind the scenes and to establish an unofficial Atlantic Alliance for improving relations between Europe and the United States.  

Something private, cozy -- with the refinement and decorum of a St. James's men's club.

CIA felt that someone with a royal title should nominally head the group, to give it that special cachet needed to attract power-brokers. 

Retinger analyzed the possibilities.  

It needed to be a reigning royal, not an exile.  

Retinger's first choice was Prince Bernhard of the Netherlands, partly because he knew a quick introduction could be arranged through Paul Rijkens of Unilever.  Also, Bernhard had married into the Dutch royal family and hence was not cursed with the madness and retardation that troubled the related (some say inbred) royals of Europe.

Bernhard, sensing new opportunities for himself in such high-level networking, was happy to accept the role of Honorary Chairman.  

Of what, they had not yet decided.

Retinger traveled through Europe and Britain, putting together a circle of initiates, approved in advance by CIA.  

These included:

Hugh Gaitskell (Labour MP) and Sir Colin Gubbins (British Intelligence) of Britain.

Alcide de Gasperi, prime minister of Italy.

Antoine Pinay, prime minister of France.

The first meeting of the initiates took place in Paris, on September 25th, 1953, in an apartment belonging to the parents of Jan Pomian, Retinger's personal assistant.

Around an old ping-pong table, the assorted power-brokers fleshed out what their new forum should be, and who should be invited to join.  

Bottom line:  They agreed to press on.

And, following CIA's instructions, Retinger steered the proceedings in favor of drawing the United States into the picture.

Retinger escorted Prince Bernhard on a trip to Washington, where CIA arranged for both to meet CIA Director Walter Bedell "Beetle" Smith, and Charles "C.D." Jackson, National Security Adviser to President Eisenhower.

The result:  An American circle of initiates was formed.  

Its members included David Rockefeller of Chase Manhattan Bank, Dean Rusk of the Rockefeller Foundation (later, secretary of state), and ketchup king Henry Heinz II.

Both circles worked toward organizing a conference.

It was held over the weekend of May 29-31, 1954 in Oosterbeek, Holland, at Hotel de Bilderberg.

Hence the name:  Bilderberg Meetings; or, the Bilderberg Group.

The Dutch government anted up, but CIA picked up most of the tab.

CIA also paid for the equipment that recorded everything everybody said.

There were about eighty participants at Hotel de Bilderberg, the first and last time their annual conference was held at that site.

Original initiates attended, plus other politicians, bankers and industrialists -- hand-picked on the basis of their good-standing at Chatham House, and its American equivalent, the New York-based Council on Foreign Relations.

The proceedings were strictly confidential; the conference, itself, un-reported in the media, despite the presence of so many heavy-hitters in one place.

To give you an idea of how the Power Elite thinks, this from  their recorded minutes in 1954:

When the time is ripe, our present concepts of world affairs should be extended to the whole world.

Bilderberg continued to meet through the 1950s, sometimes twice a year, into the 1960s, 70s, 80s, 90s, and into this century.  

It still meets today, usually in June,  always before a G-7 summit.  A secluded luxury resort hotel is fully-booked for the weekend pow-wow.  

Bilderberg members and guests arrive quietly -- mostly by private jet -- and depart just as quietly.

No press copnferences; no statements to the press.  Chatham House Rules.

The only hiccup occurred in 1976, when Prince Bernhard was exposed for taking bribes from the Lockheed Corporation.  

His chairmanship of Bilderberg was not publicized, but no chances were taken:  the conference for scheduled for Hot Springs, West Virginia was cancelled; Bernhard stepped down as chairman, replaced in the interim by Lord Home, a former British prime minister.  

In 1979, former German President Walter Scheel took the gavel.  Former NATO general-secretary Lord Carrington took over from Scheel.  

Bilderberg has become the power elite's top tamale.
The shapers have shaped, and continue to shape, within earshot of CIA.

European unity became a reality, nurtured as it was by Bilderberg, though its true father, Joseph Retinger, did not live to see it.  (The gray eminence died in 1960 with everyone around him still puzzled about who paid his bills.)

If you have any doubt that Bilderberg played a major role in European unity, check this out from the minutes of their September 1955 conference in Garmisch, West Germany:

It was generally recognized that it is our common responsibility to arrive in the shortest possible time at the highest degree of integration, beginning with a common European market.

On an extended front, relations between Europe and the United States were greatly strengthened.  When socialist governments occasionally came to power in European countries, Bilderberg ensured that they were tame socialists, bred at Bilderberg conferences, overseen by CIA.

Through Bilderberg, CIA built a rock-solid front against the Soviet Bloc.

(From the minutes of Bilderberg's 1956 conference in Fredensborg, Denmark:  "Participants were warned to 'keep in mind' the necessity to maintain our security arrangements.  Lenin is always a dominant force in the USSR and he taught communists that the big historical questions can only be resolved through violence.")

Bilderberg also capitalized on the power elite's favorite pastime:  sizing up and filtering potential political leaders.

Example:  Henry Kissinger was a regular attender of Bilderberg for a dozen-plus years before claiming fame as Nixon's national security adviser.

Example:  Bill Clinton attended Bilderberg in 1991 -- at the invitation of steering committee member Vernon Jordan -- before announcing his candidacy for the White House.  Some say Clinton needed the final nod.  

CIA ran the whole Bilderberg kaboosh out of a small office in New York City, first at 39 East 51st Street, later at 477 Madison Avenue.

The old-fashioned, drab interior of Murden & Company looked like a Hopper painting.  

Its business of setting agendas and compiling potential invitees for Bilderberg was presided over by a "former" CIA officer.  He worked closely with another former CIA official, William Bundy, who became Bilderberg's Secretary for North America in 1976.

As a registered charity, American Friends of Bilderberg, Inc., administrated by Murden & Company, raised operating costs from foundations and corporations -- mostly from the Exxon Corporation and the Ford Foundation.  

If you want a true definition of how the Power Plite operates, it is on page thirty-nine of their "strictly confidential" minutes from Bilderberg's 1955 conference:

The discussions were remarkable for the measure of agreement expressed... participants will return to their various countries enriched by a clearer knowledge and understanding.  Participants may, in light of their consensus of opinions, be able to pass these views on to public opinion in their own spheres of influence, without disclosing their source.

With European unity a slam-dunk, Bilderberg moved onto loftier goals.  

One such goal:  The New World Order, in which a heavily-supported UN force polices the globe.

But let's not jump ahead so quickly.

Let us return to 1971, when it was thought by the power-brokers that Japan had become wealthy and significant enough to qualify for membership in...



THE TRILATERAL COMMISSION

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It was Zbigniew Brzezinski, then-head of Russian Studies at Columbia University, who conceived Trilateralism, based on three spheres:  North America, Europe, and Japan.

The notion of a Trilateral Commission was actually hatched at a Bilderberg Conference.  

David Rockefeller, unofficial chairman-of-the-board of the Power Elite, took a fancy to Zbig's Tripartite Studies, and he wangled an invitation for this unpronounceable wannabe to attend Bilderberg's 1972 confab in Knokke, Belgium.

There, Zbiggy made his pitch for inviting the Japs into the Western power elite on the basis that Japan had become an economnic powerhouse and had acquired a new wealth to be reckoned with.

The good burghers of Bilderberg decided against integrating the Japs into their own forum, a bilateral success for almost twenty years by then.  

Instead, the attendees sanctioned a whole new organization:  The Trilateral Commission.

Rockefeller, Zbiggy, and George Franklin traveled to Europe, then Japan, recruiting members from banking, industrial, and political circles.  

(Franklin was a long-time Rockefeller crony; had even been secretary of the American Committee for a Unified Europe.  Small world.)

By summer, a Trilateral Planning Group was ready for its first rendezvous.  

It took place at the Rockefeller estate at Pocantico Hills overlooking the Hudson River, on July 23rd and 24th.  The usual suspects were rounded up to attend.

Rockefeller was paying for this out of his own pocket.  He always found that investing in high-level networking paid huge dividends.

With approval from "the highest political and financial circles" (Trilateral Commission memo), the trio selected appropriately-credentialed chairmen to represent each sphere.

The Trilateral Commission was a disaster. 

Here's why: 

It was a springboard for the presidency and administration of Jimmy Carter.  

Carter was one of those future leaders who caught the eye of Rockefeller.  

Zbiggy and the Rock lunched Carter at the Connaught Hotel in London in October 1972 and signed him up as a Trilateral Commissioner.  

Soon after, the Georgia governor became Rockefeller and Zbiggy's candidate for president, and the Trilateral Commission gave him the power-elite support he needed to "arise from nowhere."

The Trilateral Commission was not nowhere.  Just nowhere to be found in the newspapers.

Carter became president; Zbiggy, his National Security Adviser, the job he had postured for himself from the beginning.  

Carter's vice president, Walter Mondale, was a Trilateral Commissioner, as were Secretary of State Cyrus Vance, Secretary of Defense Harold Brown, and Treasury Secretary W. Michael Blumenthal.

Game, set, match.

Together, Carter's crowd screwed things up real good.  Soaring inflation, interest rates at 20 percent; the world chess board, a horrible mess.  

Carter likened governance and statecraft to church-work.  Statecraft is many things.  Church-work is not one of them.

Carter's waffling and poor judgment caused confusion among our allies, laughter in the Soviet Union, and led, ultimately, to the hostage crisis in Teheran.

It confirmed that, left to their own devices, the Power Elite is fully capable of causing another world war, like their predecessors much earlier in the century.

Another effect of the Carter presidency was CIA having to endure Admiral Stansfield Turner as its director.  

"The Admiral," as he liked to be called, was more concerned by intelligence officers abroad engaging in extra-marital affairs than Iran imploding from within.  He apparently mistook CIA for a missionary group.

A Power Elite disaster, for everyone.

Rockefeller quietly bailed, and put his money behind another horse from the Trilateral stable:  George Bush, a privileged preppie who had moved to Texas to prove his manhood in the oil business.

Enter Ronald Reagan to turn things around.

Reagan wasn't one to sit through conferences held by Bilderberg and Trilateral.  Too damn boring.

No, Reagan was all about the Big Picture, not the system's nuts and bolts.  

Reagan even took a few jabs at Trilateral "elitists" during his campaign to woo voters away from Bush in New Hampshire, where Trilateral membership had become an issue, thanks to conspiracy theorists. 

For his Power Elite outings, the log-chopper Reagan preferred... 


BOHEMIAN GROVE

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Unknown (except to those in-the-know) as the "greatest men's club in the world" (President Herbert Hoover's words), Bohemian Grove occupies 2,700 acres of Californian redwoods along the Russian River, sixty-five miles north of San Francisco.

The bigwigs come mostly for a good ol' time -- a fraternity party for men of middle-to-old-age from mid-July through early August.

To set the stage, they even enact an opening ritual for unburdening themselves of everyday concerns.

"Be-gone Dull Care!" grown men chant around a bonfire.  "Midsummer sets us free!"

Then they toss an effigy named Dull Care upon the fire to symbolize their freedom.

After that, powerbrokers like David Rockefeller and Henry Kissinger consider themselves free to quaff martinis at ten in the morning and walk around in pajamas or bath robes all day long.  

If they need to take a whiz, they pee on a tree.

The grove is divided into 128 small camps of 20-30 members -- camps with names like Wild Oats, Woof, and Toyland.

One camp, Poison Oak, throws an annual bulls balls luncheon, courtesy of a cattle baron who brings a stash of choice testicles.

Those Bohemians who can still get it up "cross the river," a secret code for leaving the compound and taking their love to town.  

There are two such nearby towns where lustful release from dull care awaits:  Guerneville and Monte Rio.  

The inns and motels of both swell with high-class hookers from Nevada for the midsummer trade.
Something about the air in the redwoods.  Or the guarded privacy.  Or the bulls balls.  Or all three combined.

The Bohemian brotherhood is about bonding (especially for those who cross the river).

Even Tricky Dick Nixon, who couldn't bond with anyone, bonded with the Bohemians.  

He, like every other Republican president of the 20th century, confided his up-coming candidacies to the Bohemians before going public.

Back to Ronald Reagan, who surrounded himself at the White House with the Brotherhood Boys:  George Shultz, Caspar Weinberger, James Baker, Donald Regan, and Bill Casey.

These were scrappers.  The turf battles began almost immediately.

Casey was a tough old bastard.  He got himself, as Director of Central Intelligence, a cabinet position and didn't give a crap about the pant-loads in Congress.

With Reagan's blessing, and Casey's encouragement, the CIA picked up the broken pieces left behind by clergymen Carter and Turner, super-glued everything back together and dipped the whole shebang in gold.

They even started serving bulls balls in Langley's seventh floor executive dining room.


THE PINAY CIRCLE

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Antoine Pinay, the former French prime minister, was not satisfied with his Bilderberg experience.  

He wanted something a little smaller; something more conspiratorial in nature; something that would engage in a spot of direct-action.

So he created a hush-hush band of like-minded rightists.  

It was Pinay's perception that Soviet subversion was everywhere.  He wished to counter this pervasive threat.

Although the Circle bears Pinay's name, its chief architect was Jean Violet, a shady French lawyer in the employ of both the French SDECE and German BND during the 1960s. 

Violet cultivated numerous contacts in the spook world, then attached himself to the former French premier.  

As Pinay went senile, Violet took command of the rogue Circle.

At the Circle's core, Violet assembled....

*  Florimand Damman, Belgian Secretary-General of the Academie Europeene de Science Politique in Brussels, which took the view that Europe was already under attack by a new Soviet imperialism.

*  Archduke Otto de Habsbourg, founder of an anti-communist think-tank called Centre Europeene de Documentation et d'Information.  Hapsbourg's family once owned an empire in Europe so this guy knew imperialism when he saw it -- and lamented the good old days, when it was engineered by his own ancestors.

*  Manuel Fraga Iribarne, fomer Franco minister in Spain, later president of the right-wing Alianza Popular party.

*  Franz Josef Strauss, defense minister, later, president of Germany.

*  Count Alexandre de Marenches, former director of SDECE, the French intelligence service.

*  Nicholas Elliot, a senior British Intelligence officer who never got over Philby's "betrayal" and henceforth saw subversion everywhere.

*  Didier Franks, a British Intelligence chief.

*  A one-time Italian minister of finance named Pandolphi.

*  A General Fraser of South Africa.

*  Brian Crozier, a pompous stooge who credits himself for winning the Cold War single-handedly.  CIA foolishly funded Crozier's (London-based) Institute for the Study of Conflict.  When no one took Crozier seriously (for good reason), he leaked CIA's sponsorship to bolster his own self-importance and gain undeserved recognition.

*  Julian Amery, British minister for aviation.

* Edwin Feulner, head of the Heritage Foundation.  (Egghead playing super-spook.)

*  Donald "Jamie" Jamieson, a former CIA official who never forgave the KGB for infecting him with polio.

*  General Richard Stilwell, former director of the Defense Intelligence Agency.

The ubiquitous David Rockefeller and Henry Kissinger put in cameos but resolved, sensibly, that it wasn't their cup of tea.  (This pair prefers a more decorous approach to global manipulation.)

Toss in at least one right-wing general from Portugal (Spinola), and a couple of Swiss Intelligence types (Richard Lowenthal and the ominous-sounding Dr. Kux).

At a meeting in Washington DC's Madison Hotel on December 1st, 1979, the Circle tried to engage former CIA director William Colby and Federal Reserve chairman Paul Volcker.

The Pinay Circlers were the (self) chosen few, whose job it was to fight the Cold War because nobody else was doing it well enough by their standards.  

As rogue cold warriors, these guys designed a program not dissimilar from CIA's that included:

*  Planting stories in the media by well-known journalists to champion their various campaigns.  (Crozier was one of their "well-known" journalists.  So much for that element of their plan.)

*  Lobbying decision-makers.  (Crozier's report on European Security and the Soviet Problem was personally presented to French President Georges Pompidou by Antoine Pinay.)

*  Organizing mass demonstrations.

*  Creating slush-funds and using them to elect like-minded politicians.  (Franz Strauss, Fraga Iribarne, and Margaret Thatcher benefited from such funds.)

*  Organize under-cover offices in London, Washington, Paris, Madrid and Munich to coordinate the above activities.

They created, by design, their own intelligence service, and used it for the purpose of swapping information with the established secret services of Europe and the US. 

Surprisingly, they were quite active during their heyday in the 1970s.

Through Flammand Damman's academy, the Circle sponsored a Freedom of Movement campaign, aimed at embarrassing the Soviets at the first SALT talks in Helsinki.  

This was followed by a Freedom for Political Prisoners campaign in 1976.

The Circle helped elect Thatcher in Britain (1979) and Strauss in Germany (1980).

Through Saudi Arabia's Prince Turki, the Circle constructed a powerful radio transmitter in Saudi that emitted radio programs promoting Islam in Soviet Russia.  

(A humdinger of an idea.  Yes, the anti-Soviets of yester-year attempted to cure a mild headache by helping create what has become a migraine for the world.)

The Circle deplored the way CIA handled Soviet defectors, believing that CIA did not taking seriously their always invariable message that the sky was falling; that perestroika was just a big trap designed to suck us in, then nuke us into oblivion.

Since CIA wasn't buying it, the Circle created the Jamestown Foundation in Washington, D.C. whose aim, under Jamie Jamieson's direction, was to debrief defectors independent of CIA then disseminate their gospel to the media.  

The Pinay Circle continues to meet, probably for bridge tournaments.  

Jean Violet retired to the Cote d'Azur to tell his grandchildren how he and Brian Crozier saved the West.

                                 


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