They still hate us! Adolph Caeasar's dying declaration
On the basis of Associated Press access, and the fact that I'm doing ancillary background research, duly assembled by NYT's Mark Mazetti and Matthew Rosenberg, Michael Flynn allegedly mischaracterized his contractual arrangements with Russia Today, an airline cargo transport, and an American cybersecurity firm called Kaspersky Global, to the tune of $70,000. No longer a great deal of money, not even for Pentagon career officials This is i n addition to his transition team dialogue with the Russian ambassador, and his lobbying efforts on behalf of Turkey after he was forced out of the Defense Intelligence Agency. The best alternate narrative I have been able to find is that Andrew McCabe had an adversarial relationship with Flynn, and the FBI's investigation into the general's conduct is a retaliation on this basis. On some level, this has a plot similar to The Friends of Eddie Coyle, where an aging Mitchum tones it down to be a screwed, ineffectual humbug, played by his treasury agent, left hanging in the wind, his balls in a vise for unwittingly transporting Canadian liquor, desperate to avoid half nickel short time in prison for the sake of his family and the onset of his golden years. Perhaps we're all that expendable. Coyle is not a Bigelow thriller, with her stark realism of the price we all pay for deep state, whatever the hell that is, but the Nixon era set up, as true to seventies realism as anything I know, shows what is sacrificed for the system, and will continue to be.
I have no affectation for Flynn other than, like the paralytic Krauthammer, trying to reason out the puzzle of why he wanted to return through the revolving door, and why he believes US Russian cooperation will necessarily pacify the intractable Middle East. Even if Israel dissolved itself, or should have never been forcibly formed, I give up trying to comprehend what seems to be deep seated cultural inadequacy and resentment. I know all the progressive arguments, and lived through a great deal of jingoism with you, viewed wretched documentaries which resets my financial stresses as extravagant, and though I may have trace elements of Semitic blood in my veins, it seems Yemen, Syria, Somalia, are appendages, like gall bladders, and the United Nations would be that much less a laughing stock if these sovereign fictions went away. It is a little too simple, too brusque, which is why the Pentagon would find me useful. I only voted for Trump as an act of punishment, so I cannot really complain about Beltway roiling, but I don't see any smoking guns here. Eastern Europe is what it is, and its mistrust of its own playbook reflects what is a seemingly universal need to beat the system. From that perspective, Manafort's kickbacks, Putin's undermining, seem deserving of some trivializing. I had a brief hope, returning to my conservative inclinations, that I'd get some recompense, but if I allowed the baser aspects of human cruelty to scar me too deeply, the right may tolerate my vitriol, but they aren't going to help me. They want my loyalty, my vote, getting me legal help, or extracting me, or finding clever ways to help the aged re-integrate the work force, that is sucked up by the oxygen of federal cannibalism. It is not helping Trump supporters, or anyone else. Can such skepticism ever be prevailed upon to change its view?
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