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.

 

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