What to Know about the Whistleblower Plot But You In Fact Have No Idea – It’s the CIA, Stupid!

What did Adam Schiff know and when did he know it?

Sorry, that line from Watergate is supposed to be the question the Schiffheads are supposedly going to ask President Trump’s mini-minions in the U.S. State Department tomorrow at the Beltway Circus Olay of the Day.  So what did Trump know it and when did he know it?

I don’t know if Trump knows it.  Barr most likely does.  So let’s be non-partisan.  What does Barr most likely know?

Well, Barr probably knows what nobody seems to know but is out there in plain sight.  You know what I’m sayin’, homey:  this is a CIA-directed “coup de ta-da against Trump and the Trumpies because he or his maxi-minions might know too much about, yea, YOU-Kraine.

C’mon, you don’t know what I’m sayin’ – the CIA, give me a break?.  Well, the CIA has been known to put together little coups, like in Iran, or Guatemala, or Chile, yea, you get the point.  But isn’t the CIA the Ultimate Archdemon, the Grandma Moses Muthefucke of all conspiracy theories?

Well, here’s a little link for you.  In 2017 a guy named James Cofer Black signed on, along with Hunter Biden before him, as a director of Burisma.  Now there hasn’t been much written in the mainstream press about Black (after whom “Blackstone” is named and goes by the first name of “Cofer”, which rhymes with “gopher” as in stealth creature that lives in holes underground and is very difficult to catch). This may be one of the “conspiracy theories” that Schiff is warning about which of course isn’t a conspiracy theory at all, since it’s all public record.

Like the unnameable whistleblower whose last name sounds like a type of pasta and who we know works for the CIA, Black was the immediate predecessor to John Brennan as director of the National Counterterrorism Center at the Company from 1999-2002.  His brilliance is shown by the fact that he somehow “missed” the 9/11 hijackers, even though the FBI was tracking them at the time. Or was it cunning?  You draw your own conclusions.

When he left the CIA, according to various sources, he supposedly started his own off-the-books “security” operation. There have been allegations about it that make you wonder. Blackstone BTW is now called Academie.  Sounds very professorial, doesn’t it?

As another BTW, when Cofer joined Burisma in 2017, The Huffington Post, that PR agency for Clinton, Inc., published a brief article calling the appointment “good news” and commented that “he will help to expand the company’s global presence.”  You bet.

But there’s another dimension of this little saga that even sites like Red State, which just broke the revelation about Black Ops Black of Burisma fame (I of course was going to write about it earlier in the week, thought I thought I’d wait until the hearings, but alas was scooped).  And that dimension is laid out in a 2012 book, of which Amazon a few years back tried squashing, by distinguished investigative journalist Evan Wright called How to Get Away With Murder in America.  Wright was a regular writer for Vanity Fair and Rolling Stone, not exactly right-wing publications.

In his book Wright describes in detail the close relationship between Black and a feller named Enrique “Ricky” Prado, a Miami drug dealer with close ties to the Colombian cartels in the 1980s whom the CIA recruited and rose quickly into the top ranks, meanwhile blocking the local police from arresting him for numerous murders.

Prado knew everything about assassinations, money laundering, and making nice with such nice people as Pablo Escobar, the necessary skill set to rise to such lofty positions in the Company as it in such ventures as Reed describes in Compromised became known as The Corporation.  Reportedly Prado, who is now allegedly “retired”, brought the same skills to his unnamable off-the-books-operation after Blackie “retired” too.

I’m sure Black knew as much about oil and gas leases as Hunter Biden, which is why (even though totally unknown) was a real “find” for Burisma.  Heck, he’s probably good at golf, like Joe Biden, as well.

Now, if this is all a tinfoil hat conspiracy theory (the CIA engage in coups, that’s a conspiracy theory, you know?), I wonder why Steve Pieczenik,  former intelligence officer prior Deputy Assistant Secretary of State under various Republican administrations, is of the strong opinion that it is in fact a CIA-sponsored coup. It’s probably because of the tinfoil hat he stole from Adam Schiff, who got it from Mitt Romney, which he probably got from a UFO spotter somewhere in Wyoming.

More on that later.

What does Madigan know, and when did he know it?  Madigan has known all along, which means he knows way too much.

Impeachment Blues: What’s Really Going On with You-Kraine

I haven’t posted anything for a long while.  That’s because I only write when I have some insight or information that can’t be found on the gazillion news sites, especially the conservative ones which are saying there is more than meets the eye in You-Kraine.

But this impeachment and Ukraine thing is getting out of hand.   In fact, it might have a devastating effect on The Republic eventually, so I’m going to throw some sharp seasoning here into the stew to put things in perspective.

I’ve not going to mention a lot of names, only the obvious ones.  I’ll give you some hints and all you web sleuths can go out and get the IDs of these hombres yourself.  You can also publish them if you want, and I’ll figure out who’s getting close.

I know you’d like hard facts to ease your mind so that you don’t wonder, hey, is Madigan just blowing smoke and trafficking in conspiracy theories?   Yes, everything that doesn’t fit the Deep State officially sanctioned narrative is a “conspiracy theory”.  Let’s just say I don’t have to come up with conspiracy theories.  I know!  Okay, now let’s move on.

First, all this funny business about You-Kraine isn’t really about the poor, godforsaken country that used to be part of the Soviet Union and is now the baloney sandwiched between Russia and NATO.  It’s really about Iran.

Iran you say?  Yea, Iran.   Iran’s been in Russia’s pocket since, well, the Iranian Revolution of 1978-79.  And during the Reagan administration we decided to secretly outfit Saddam Hussein with weapons to take out the mullahs.  Saddam failed, mainly because the Ayatollah Khoemeni had millions of fanatical little minions who wanted to be good little Shiit martyrs and let themselves be blown up in minefields to stop the advancing Iraqi army.

So we got more directly involved in a low-level war with Iran, which is most commonly remembered as the “Tanker War” of 1987-88.  Toward the end of that war the Navy accidentally shot down Iran Air Flight 655, which was a factor in ending the war, but pissed the Iranians off to no end.  So they later in retaliation shot down TWA flight 800 in 1996 with their own shoulder-fired missile, because now they were getting real cozy with the Russians, or at least the old KGB players that had migrated into the new Russian intelligence agency.  The Russians, of course, had their own axes to grind.

The Clinton Administration in 1996 was trying to make nice with both the Russians and the Iranians.  The Russians weren’t really a threat at the time, but the Iranians were were.  It was even believed by Clinton insiders at first that Iran was responsible for the Oklahoma City bombing, which it wasn’t, of course.  So when the Iranians shot down the TWA flight they decided to go to ridiculous lengths to make it look like “mechanical failure.”

Why?  Because the Clinton administration was now trying to woo the mullahs, and to reveal that fact during a presidential election year?  Well…….

BTW a lot of the “fictional” plot line in season 3 of the ABC series Scandal has a lot of interesting innuendoes about what really happened during the mid-1990s.

To woo the mullahs you’ve got to help them maintain the lifestyle to which they had become accustomed, and you do that with cash.  Well, not exactly cash payments.  Congress wouldn’t go for that.  So you help them raise money  by making it easer for them to engage in the kind of business which a “terrorist state” is already highly skilled in doing, i.e., money laundering.

The off-the-books black ops of the CIA (they’ve got a name, sort of like “B-613” in the ABC-TV series, but more about that down the road) have been very good at money laundering since at least the 1960s.  That’s what the S&L scandals and Iran-Contra during the 1980s was really all about.   The S&L scandal came from laundering money to support Saddam.  Iran-Contra, as we know, was about funding the Contras.  Terry Reed’s book Compromised lays out a lot of the details on the latter.

Since the 1990s the Deep State wing of the Company crowd has been jockeying, often in a friendly and on occasions in a collaborative way, with the Russians to control the worldwide money laundering operations that help Iran get its cash, which funds so much of its own covert actions and terrorist activities.  The two intelligence agencies, of course, get their cut as well.

Well, the “frenemy” relationship between the American CIA and the Russian FSB finally broke down during during the Obama years.  You remember Hillary Clinton’s “reset” with Russia, which quickly broke down into nasty and dastardly enmity.  Yep, it all had to do with who controls the empire.  Putin was tired of being the dominated and wanted to be the dominant one.  And where was the struggle for control of this empire taking place?

You guessed it, You-Kraine.

Some last tidbits about the Bidens.  Well, you know that Daddy Joe Biden has always been the top go-to guy for the international banking system, which just happens to be the bulwark of the entire economy of Delaware.  If you do a little sleuthing, you will find out that Daddy Joe was poking around from the late 1990s until he became VP in 2008 with various fund-raising groups and organizations with different levels of visible or invisible ties to Iran.  When the little white Hunter was signed on with Burisma he had a very bad cocaine habit, even though he was getting $50,000 (or more, some say) to do absolutely nothing.  He was a good product testimonial to the Ukrainian oligarchs, who couldn’t decide at the time whether to go with Russia or the U.S. as to who was best to manage their accounts.

Now you understand why it was the black intel ops from the Obama White House who not only launched Russiagate, but also blew the whistle on Trump’s July phone call.

You gotta act fast when a whole shadow business empire could start to unravel at any moment.






A slice of life , that is, fear, loathing, magick, and paranoia in the Deep State

My long-time friend – let’s call him Erewhon, or “E.” for short, to be a little cutesy – died a few years back.

E. was a remarkable person.  He was a master sergeant in the U.S. Army, who served in Vietnam from 1968-1973 and took a bullet more than once.  When he got out of the military right around the time the North Vietnamese took Saigon in 1975, he found himself mostly unequipped to handle civilian life, as has been the case with thousands, if not millions, of veterans over the past half century.

He had a pension on which he couldn’t live by himself (of course).  He married a fairly well-off woman three years later, had three kids, moved to the Kansas City suburbs, became a “Mr. Mom” while he finished college.  He did graduate in (I think) 1983, right around the time his wife left him for another man, used her social connections to lawyer up and basically deny him virtually all of her family assets, and of course grabbed the kids and left him in the lurch.

He then fell in with – shall we say – a “bad crowd.”  I don’t mean your average street thugs, or even your pride of respectable, but scheming-behind-the-scenes white collar criminals.  No, I mean “organized crime.”

Now what do we mean by “organized crime”?  Yep, when I use the word, you automatically think of Tony Soprano or, if you’re a little older, Vito Corleone.  I mean, somebody who talks like Marlon Brando with a handful of rocks in his mouth.

Or, if you’re a little more sophisticated, cosmopolitan, or multicultural in your tastes for capos, and you’ve watched both seasons of Narcos, you can bring the image to mind of Pablo Escobar (not at all a fictional character) and his antagonists in the Cali Cartel.  You’ve got this idea maybe of someone who, even when saying mass in the cathedral, is packing, and has no qualms about whipping out a Colt 1911 and shooting some acquaintance who happens to have said the wrong thing at the wrong time.

You would know how to do staging for a Hollywood production, but you wouldn’t really understand how “organized crime” works.

You see, “organized crime” is that most respectable and virtually untouchable company of business leaders, politicians, pricey lawyers, government bureaucrats, and (yes, this is true) even the people who run colleges and universities.  They’re the ones who have the money and the influence and the “soft power” and the impeccable public reputations to get away with murder.

Yea, they do order the latter if they can’t figure out any other way to get their way.  But they don’t do it themselves.  They hire sub-sub-contractors who can never be traced to them.  Have you ever heard the line: “so and so owes me whom is owed by so and so, and so on”?

Back to E.  He was the so and so who owed so and so.  The first so and so (let’s call him SOS1) further owed a favor to the guy who worked in the “off the books” part of the Deep State that doesn’t deign to break legs – they just make ’em disappear without a trace.  Let’s call him the Big SOB.

I think the Big SOB helped SOS1 get out of some financial mess with the IRS because he didn’t understand properly how to launder money from what SOS2 called his “love business”.  I don’t need to explain that.  Anyway, the Big SOB was getting paranoid about me, because he was concerned that I was “the man who knew too much” – about HIM.   And he was especially worried when a rumor got out that some FBI agents had made an inquiry to a friend of mine.

It wouldn’t exactly have been Pizzagate, but it could have had juicy and untimely political repercussions in 2012 (to be exact).

So the Big SOB gave SOS1 an ultimatum: Get Madigan!

Now SOS1 knew that I was a real bro of SOS2 (that’s E., if you’re starting to get a little confused).

SOS2 a.k.a. E. didn’t know it was me that the Big SOB was after.  So he gave him the name of another bro who as an ex-Iraq War sniper was very good at setting up and getting at his mark.  When E. figured out that moi was the mark, he became rather perturbed and put the kebosherie on the deal.  It’s not that he was such a good and loyal friend, but that he didn’t like being used that way.

So E. went to the Big SOB and made it clear that he was going to his favorite bruja and having a “destruction spell” put on the latter.  It wasn’t so much to protect me, but to protect E.  You see, the Big SOB, even though he’s good at pulling the levers of the Deep State/Organized Crime complex, is rather superstitious (in fact, most of them are).

If you’ve ever heard the legend of the occult Illuminati who secretly rule the world behind the scenes like the Grand Wizard Oz because they know the appropriate way of sacrificing iguanas and babies to force the world to turn out – magickally – exactly the way they want it to, now you know this is what the real story actually amounts to.

E. died suddenly of a mysterious intestinal ailment.  The Big SOB is hiding, I understand in a fortified compound in the jungles of Belize at the moment because SOS1 ratted on him about something to someone who could make his life miserable.  Or something.

But that’s a little vignette of life in the Deep State for now.  Are we entertained yet?




Everything you ever wanted to know about the “Deep State”…let’s get started

My name is Madigan.  That’s not my real name of course, because I’ve been when you sojourn, even for a short while, in the Deep State your name is changed…forever.  But it will do for right now.  In a week I might be someone else.

In this age which is hypocritically called “post-truth” (that implies previous ages were truthful, or people really cared about “truth”) it’s hard to figure out what to believe.  So the only way I convince you to take me seriously, let alone believe what I will reveal to you, is gradually and over time.  It’s not much different than entering into an intimate relationship with someone.  It takes time to peel off their endless layers of masks, and ironically to peel off your very own masks.  And even if you “know” them in the Bible sense right off the bat, you only get to know them over times.

That’s really why Denizens of the Deep State, as in all the popular spy  movies, are always jumping into bed with each other.

In the Deep State it’s all about trust, but trust has to be earned.  Now, I’m boring you with the obvious.  Let’s move on…

I am in the Deep State, because I was born into it.  Yea, you really don’t get recruited into it at the “entry level”, then work your way up, like in all the Hollywood thrillers, even if you end up going rogue.  You’re selected because someone close to you was selected in a previous generation, and so on.  Now, of course, just because your parent or close relative was part of it, that doesn’t mean you will be.  You have to be “tapped” in a moment of crisis.  Let me explain.

My “progenitor” was my father.  Until recently that was usually the case, but there are many cases of having mothers, brothers, and even aunts, uncles, and cousins.   The Deep State is no longer as waspishly consanguinary as it was as late as the last generation.   I’m not a WASP.  I’m mostly Eastern European with a little hidden Jewishness.  But that’s not really relevant at this point.

I’m pretty sure my father was bent on making sure I wasn’t selected.  He had this fantasy that I would never know what had gone on.  He wanted me to be innocent of it all, I suppose, like those Mafioso who had all girls and wanted to make sure their little “princesses” never knew about how their uncles and various male forbears had done the “blood in” thing across generations.   Unlike many of these “bloodliners”, my father as bent on bringing down the curtain once and for all.

Except that somebody wasn’t going to let that happen, at least for a while.   So when my father died at an untimely age, my “Dutch uncles” stepped in and, as far as I can tell, made me a “regent” for a decade or two until they felt it was time.

But I don’t want to spend a lot of time with my personal details.  How could you verify them anyway?  Especially since you don’t really know who I am.

What I want to let you know is that the Deep State is suddenly in crisis right now.  It’s sort of like those old Japanese movies where they drop an atomic bomb on an atoll, and some ancient, slumbering and horrendous creature is aroused from its deep sleep.  For the first time in almost half a century the Deep State was not able to manage the world the way it wanted to, and was caught off guard.

The kerfuffle over the administration’s supposed “Russia scandal”, and all the hot air that was sucked out of the balloon after the Comey hearing this past week, is just the latest dustup.  There is more coming, and you – whoever you are – need to be prepared.


Through the looking glass…and what Alice found

One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had
nothing to do with it:— it was the black kitten’s fault
entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face
washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and
bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it couldn’t
have had any hand in the mischief.

The way Dinah washed her children’s faces was this:
first she held the poor thing down by its ear with one paw,
and then with the other paw she rubbed its face all over, the
wrong way, beginning at the nose: and just now, as I said,
she was hard at work on the white kitten, which was lying
quite still and trying to purr— no doubt feeling that it was
all meant for its good.

But the black kitten had been finished with earlier in the
afternoon, and so, while Alice was sitting curled up in a corner
of the great arm-chair, half talking to herself and half
asleep, the kitten had been having a grand game of romps
with the ball of worsted Alice had been trying to wind up,
and had been rolling it up and down till it had all come
undone again; and there it was, spread over the hearth-rug,
all knots and tangles, with the kitten running after its own
tail in the middle.

‘Oh, you wicked little thing!’ cried Alice, catching up
the kitten, and giving it a little kiss to make it understand
that it was in disgrace. ‘Really, Dinah ought to have taught
you better manners! You ought, Dinah, you know you
ought!’ she added, looking reproachfully at the old cat, and
speaking in as cross a voice as she could manage— and then
she scrambled back into the arm-chair, taking the kitten and
the worsted with her, and began winding up the ball again.
But she didn’t get on very fast, as she was talking all the
time, sometimes to the kitten, and sometimes to herself.
Kitty sat very demurely on her knee, pretending to watch
the progress of the winding, and now and then putting out
one paw and gently touching the ball, as if it would be glad
to help, if it might.

‘Do you know what tomorrow is, Kitty?’ Alice began.

‘You’d have guessed if you’d been up in the window with
me— only Dinah was making you tidy, so you couldn’t. I
was watching the boys getting in stick for the bonfire— and
it wants plenty of sticks, Kitty! Only it got so cold, and it
snowed so, they had to leave off. Never mind, Kitty, we’ll
go and see the bonfire to-morrow.’…

Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There (1896), 8-9.