There must be a full moon over DUmmieland tonight. Tonight, in this, DUmmieland’s current “Greatest” THREAD, DUmmie Jeffersons Ghost reveals, for the first time, “I was an operative for the CIA.”
The moonbat barkings are in Raving Lunatic Red, while the commentary of your humble guest correspondent, Charles Henrickson, spending a few days in rainy Orange County, California, is in the [brackets]:
I was an operative for the CIA
[That's funny, I was a teenage werewolf.]
I still enjoy giving the spooks hell as they try to shadow one of the best there ever was.
["Spooks"--that must be a bit of that CIA insider lingo there, thus showing that you really WERE a CIA operative!]
They expend many man-hours because I know way toO much and keep threatening to reveal it all at multiple library terminals.
[The Man Who Knew ToO Much.]
if they’d stop toying with me online, I’d “Let It Be” but they’re ALL control freaks. . . .
[Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. . . .]
I suspect they might try killing me and I no longer give a f***.
[What tipped you off that they might try to kill you? When they inserted a chip in your buttocks?]
Unlike the general public, on 9/11 we were already using wireless in the unregulated bandwidths to relay internet from the Bellsouth Tower to tier 3 ISPs for clandestine purposes.
[What's the frequency, Kenneth?]
If you recommend this OP to the top, I’ve got plenty more to tell.
[OP to the top!]
If it doesn’t climb the greatest page, I’ll know our police-state government has blocked another one of my posts, violating my constitutional rights again and head to the libraries, where it’s hard to stop my posts.
[There's a guy like you who hangs out at the library near my house. I see him muttering to himself sometimes, standing outside the entrance, looking through the trash for cigarette butts. Always wears the same clothes. Must be a former-CIA thing.]
MORE TO FOLLOW…
[More spooks to follow you around, Jeffersons Ghost. Why, some of them might be your fellow DUmmies . . .]
Did you get dental with that?
[Did you get mental with that?]
ha ha… I see you’re an insider. . . . tell my so-called friends dental would have been a bargain. Allowing me to run my little false-flag fun would have been even cheaper than dental. Control freak leaders are fools.
[There's a false flag on the play!]
ERW7 993H5 RHJ58896-7
[They've given you a number and taken away your name. . . .]
Getting out my tin foil hat, and popping some popcorn.
[If you use Jiffy Pop, you've killed two birds with one stone.]
Please give my kind regards to Agent Mike.
[They've given Agent Mike a name and taken away his number.]
+1
[OK, so he's got both.]
Did you know Poppa Bush?
["Here's a little something we learned in CIA. . . ."]
I love unregulated bandwidths. tell me more.
[DU tell.]
TOMORROW NIGHT PART TWO…
[This is going to be one of those serial things, right? "TOMORROW NIGHT PART FOURTEEN..."]
Will it be encrypted?
[Will I need my Little Orphan Annie Decoder Riing?]
This seems more like something from Art Bell.
[Jeffersons Ghost to Ghost with Art Bell.]
Culinary Institute of America prefers the term “chef” to “operative”.
[Is that you, Julia Child?]
I was given the same treatment here. You have to be cleared for weird to understand.
[All of DUmmieland has been cleared for weird. Lifetime pass.]
And I’m the Queen of Spain.
[The reign in Spain stays mainly in the insane.]
Good to see you, your majesty.
[It's good to be the queen.]
We have our own “Agent Mike” here. He is keeping tabs on you.
[We've got you miked.]
I got to be “Agent Mike” one day last week…it was tons of fun
[Mike for a Day, Queen for a Day . . . It's always something in our DUmmie FUnnie Farm!]
with my threats what life I have left is a thrill a minute. I love the day to day cat and mouse stuff in my life now. I can smell a spook a mile away. it’s like a game to me.
[Of Mice and Mental.]
Fossil shell flour? Just imagine if some of that, say a heaping tablespoon, fell into water which you were about to drink and somehow got stirred into it.
[Do you realize that fossil shell flouridation is the most monstrously conceived and dangerous Communist plot we have ever had to face?]
One of the ways agencies get away with sh*t is that so many don’t believe things can exist. It is amazing, really, how many wear blinders.
[There are none so blind as those who wear blinders.]
Ken Weaver, the original drummer throughout the 60s for the counterculture/anti-war/pro-pot/anarchist band The Fugs was a translator for the CIA in the 1980s.
[Maybe he can translate this thread.]
Many of us here work for intel, to monitor, manipulate, disrupt. As many as 1 in 5.
[And the other 4 are LOUSY FREEPER TROLLS!!!]
intell, partisan promoters, corporate sponsored posters..Sometimes I wonder if I am one of five people NOT paid to post on DU
[Maybe you're a corporate sponsored poster and DON'T EVEN KNOW IT! Did you ever think of that? They could be putting fossil shell flour in your water.]
Then you must know why cocaine and heroin are jokes to the real insiders. You also know the about the unmitigated agreement regarding sex between the well know and powerful around the world. Some times the said goes unsaid.
[That goes without saying.]
Are you trying to sell a script?
[I think he needs to GET a scrip!]
SOSUS goes back to WWII. Some of the test equipment still has Nazi waffenampts. I used to have to look at it every day at work.
[If you had to look at waffenampts every day, you'd be crazy too!]
This reads like paranoid schizophrenia.
[PERFECT for DUmmieland!]
True or false, this will be more exciting than my dissertation
[ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. . . . . .]
Short story… When we built our house in the country my husband woke me up one night. There was a light in the woods going back in forth in a pattern. He said, “That looks like a homing device.”
[If a light goes back and forth in the woods, and there's no one sane around to see it, does it become a homing device?]
The fox is in the hen house, over.
[The Fox is in the Henrickson house, over.]
John has a long mustache.
[John Kerry has your back.]
A tier 3 ISP would be the slowest sort, and they purchase their connection via a tier one. If tier 1 ISPs are the international conglomerates… tier 3 ISPs are the local mom & pop stores. . . . A tier one ISP would be the interstate highway system, a tier three would be the two lane road that leads to your house.
[The tiers of a clown.]
How can a thread that just got off the ground be so loaded down so quickly with old operatives. . . ?
[Because the old operatives themselves are loaded.]
CIA op
[CIAO!]
Hey! I’m CIA too! Whatdoyaknow? Small world!
[DUmmieland is LOUSY with spooks!]
My hovercraft is full of eels
Mon aéroglisseur est plein d’anguilles
Mia kusenveturilo estas plena je angiloj
Harahefet sh’eli mele’ah betzlofahim
My skeertuig is vol palings
[Min DUFU är uppfylld av små bävrar.]
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February 8, 2010
It is the first full day in America for Nils and Beauregard. They awaken early to find some hybrid horror of orgy and slaughter is underway in Maine. The lobsters have surrendered and are exiting the sea to give themselves up to mankind.
