That’s how the Kremlin once worked

With all the squeaky wheels at the CIA of late, the vast majority being critical of the Bush administration, a very significant change has been made to the policies governing what ex-employees can say.  For the agency’s entire life, censorship rules applied to past employees were intended to ensure they did not “reveal classified information or intelligence sources and methods.”  I don’t believe anyone could argue with such rules, especially since the agency otherwise did not restrict what was said, even if it was critical of or contrary to the official position of the government.

Now, in what can only be deemed yet another move by Dubya et al to bring America closer to the old Soviet Union mentality of a police state, an update made recently to the CIA’s policies states disclosures, including speeches, memoirs, books, and other works “cannot impair the individual’s ability to do his or her job or the CIA’s ability to conduct its mission as a nonpartisan, nonpolicy agency of the executive branch.”  What does this mean?  They are now censoring anything political or that does not agree entirely with the administration’s views and public persona, even when that persona is dishonest or the information submitted for review is entirely opinion.

This is a significant change for the agency, and former employees and officials are already voicing concern about the move in that it may further endanger the agency.  To wit:

“If this is the direction in which it’s going … the agency would be shooting itself in the foot,” said one former official who was involved in contracting with outside experts to solicit reviews of draft intelligence assessments. “At a time when the agency is being criticized at least as much as it ever has for ‘groupthink,’ unchallenged assumptions, and not practicing alternative analysis rigorously, this is one of the last changes it ought to be making.”

The former official predicted, “Those contractors who tend to express opposing viewpoints would be among the first to terminate their contracts.” If they bolt, the agency’s efforts will have been for naught: The CIA will have lost them, and they’ll publish their writings anyway, because the new policy review doesn’t apply to former employees who don’t have CIA contracts, the former official explained.

Another former official under contract, who has written critically about intelligence analysis, said the policy would encourage people to share their views with journalists anonymously. “I know they did it to scare people,” the former official said. “The problem is, they’re not dealing with fools here…. In my case, they took someone who is reasonably familiar with [the CIA] and made it so that anytime I can torpedo them, I will.”

What is essentially a move to outlaw dissent will ultimately be yet another nail in the coffin of both the CIA and administration as ex-employees sever all ties in order to “torpedo them” both.

“It’s just ridiculous that the biggest threat to the CIA seems to be the grumblings of former employees,” [Lindsay Moran, author of Blowing My Cover: My Life as a CIA Spy, said in response to the new policy]. [Steven Aftergood, an authority on government secrecy policies with the Federation of American Scientists,] concurred [with Moran], saying, “It’s bizarre that the CIA is in such a weakened state that it feels the need to suppress criticism.”

Sadly, this is the increasing methodology used by this administration: hush critics, censor opinions, betray federal employees by way of deceit and termination, and ensure the American public hears only the official line, something we have already learned to mistrust.  It is indeed a clear sign of our rapid progression toward heavy-handed tactics akin to the “free speech zones” the general public has been remanded to when the president is in town.  It is essentially the “agree or perish” approach to government.

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” Aftergood contended. “One can envision an agency that is so self-confident and so willing to rethink its own positions that it actually welcomes criticism. But that’s not the agency we have today.”

Yes, one can envision such an agency, but this group has been made a political tool by the despots now running the country.  There is no hope when they feel they can no longer allow anyone to disagree with them and, by proxy, with the president and his cronies.  This is yet more strong-armed support for their failed policies, the intentional lawbreaker mentality permeating our federal government, the corruption that oozes from those in power, and the now un-American country in which we live.  How did things ever get this far off track?

In your absence

Going to the cupboard for cereal lacks the joy it once held.  Your absence wounds me.  How I loved to find you waiting patiently at my feet knowing I’d go for a bowl of cereal even before I knew.  You always were aware when Captain Crunch was on the menu (or any other cereal for that matter).  It was your gift: the knowing.  It went well beyond cereal, but that you demonstrated best.

Even now, especially when I look at Loki and Grendel who spent their youth under your feline tutelage and rule, I am reminded of your absence, of a dear friend — no, friend is wrong; that’s not the right word at all.  I am reminded of a dear family member who is gone.

Any time one of The Kids sits or lies on the arms of the loveseat, I can not help but think of you.  That was your place when not in my lap.  It was from that location on so many pieces of furniture that you held court, sitting upon your throne and casting your judgment, not to mention your contempt, on all who trespassed in your domain.  I remember seeing you on that perch and laughing when you would immediately bathe when someone other than me touched you, a reminder of their insolence in thinking themselves worthy of violating your personal space and immaculate grooming.

When I bring Wylie home with me and watch Loki stalk and hunt him ad infinitum, a part of me cherishes that skill in him as something you mastered and passed down to the next generation.  No dog challenged you on your own turf, and any dog who did always left with a bloody snout and wounded ego.  Loki learned well from you this skill and happily carries on the tradition of feline superiority.

Yes, there are many things that remind me of you.  But there are also things that have changed without you here.

I do my best to give The Kids treats on a regular basis, yet I’m confident it does not happen as frequently as it would if you were still around.  No one reminded me of treat time as often as you did.  I admit Kazon does his best to match your skill and timing in this regard; it’s not the same or as often though.

It seems from time to time that the arm of the couch is a bit too empty.  Again, Loki has done his best to fulfill this habit in your absence.  The others also rest there occasionally.  He even kicks them from this roost just as you would have done — and did on many occasions.

Toilet paper and paper towels still provide endless entertainment when left where paws might find them.  I never understood what made these simple everyday items so much fun, yet I still laugh when I think of coming home to find you’d spread an entire roll of bathroom tissue all over the house.  I now own a paper shredder, but the electric one still doesn’t do as fine a job as you did and now The Kids do.

I suppose in your absence there remains a lot of you that never seems to fade away.  It’s oddly fitting, you know, to have so many reminders in everyday things, to see you in The Kids, to miss you in the most common activities we once shared.  And who says pets are any less our children…

Nuisance

Nuisance was Mom’s cat, so named for vexing her other cat, Sam, before anyone knew that the problem was another feline.  Sadly, like both Sam and Zach before her, Nuisance appears to have fallen prey to some unknown force that is helping cats disappear.  It could be a pack of dogs, a coyote, a bobcat, people, or a host of other things.  Considering the family farm is on a hill that marks the middle of Absolutely Nowhere, East Texas, it is difficult to comprehend how many threats exist in the area.  She disappeared once and was gone for eight days before returning.  We’d hoped the second disappearance would be the same: brought to an end with a happy return home for the cat.  Sadly, it has not, and you can imagine the loss of three cats in less than a year has been devastating.

Because of this, I went through my photos and dug up what I could find of Nuisance.  For Mom…

Nuisance doing a u-turn (140_4008)

Doing a u-turn.

Nuisance on a mission (140_4014)

On a mission.

Nuisance not caring to join us as we check on the cows (140_4021)

Not caring to join us as we check on the cows.

Nuisance hanging out with Mom while she snaps photos (140_4010)

Hanging out with Mom while she snaps photos.

Nuisance lounging in the shade (140_4022)

Lounging in the shade.

Nuisance walking down the steps (140_4007)

Walking down the steps.

Through the narrow aisles of pain

As I briefly mentioned yesterday, two dear friends are going through a very rough time right now.  After a series of emotionally tumultuous events in their lives, within the last few weeks they learned they would be having their first child together.  This was a time of great joy for them, the result of much planning, contemplation, and a sincere desire to have a child.  Then, in the last few days, she began suffering in ways that indicated possible complications with the pregnancy.  Yesterday, to their dismay, they learned she was having a miscarriage.  In light of everything else they have been through over the last month, this is devastating news.

I spent the day with them as they suffered through the agony of this event.  While there is nothing that can be said to minimize the pain they both feel or the horrific disappointment now smothering them, I felt it important they understand they were not alone and that there was indeed some good news to be found in this event.  That is undoubtedly hard for them to see right now in the shadow of recent events.  Their anguish does not negate the proverbial silver lining, however, and I stressed this to them time and again.

I know they will suffer long the despair of what has transpired, yet I can not help but find comfort knowing there is hope for better times ahead.  This particular kind of travesty is not unusual (one in four pregnancies end in a miscarriage in the first trimester).  Extenuating circumstances for both of them posed risks for not being able to become pregnant; those limitations fell by the wayside on their very first attempt.  They love each other dearly and want to have a child together.  They now know definitively that previous concerns indicating problems with becoming pregnant were hollow.  Overall, accepting the terrible event that befell them, it still holds promise for the future.

Nonetheless, my heart aches for them.  Their pain is real, it is brusque, and it will take time to heal.