Not to leave the wrong impression that I call the Museum “philanthropy”: I don’t consider it that.

During the closing weeks of Bush Sr ‘Sinister’ in office, after the USSR folded its hand and quit the ‘cold war charades’ game, Congress actually discussed abolishing the Pentagon and/or abolishing the CIA and began opening the ‘black budget’ bookkeeping.

The spooks scrambled among ‘their’ operational assets, all the Evergreens about to get the master ‘charge it’ card cancelled, to convert them to ‘legitimate’ pay-their-way businesses. So the bullshit ‘Air Museum’ in McMinnville got begun. It’s NOT a museum, it’s a warehouse … for the totems and superstition-invested talismans of bygone dinosaur technology, an altar for icon photos as if the things could come back to life some day.

The Spruce Goose was a white elephant embarrassment inherited from BigTime CIA-agent Howard Hughes — Long Beach (CA) was kicking the ‘asset’ out and where else would take it in but among the spruce-huggers, hicks without history and ready-made for repeating everyone else’s.

The actual planes and planet-hopping ‘mission’ flights based in McMinimumville until 1993 or so, mostly relocated to the airplane U-pull-it junkyard in Arizona, where no one is around to spot takeoffs and landings, the weather never rains or snows, and the State political mindset imitates McCain’s Military, (a land-locked McHale’s Navy).

The ‘museum’ in McMinn is sure not anything philanthropic. It’s a way to get the fixated public, (the CIA’s ‘base’), to fork over their money directly to The Company, at the ‘ticket window,’ rather than the oldtime ‘circular’ route of paying taxes and having Congress fork it over.

Another link now, for another perspective. Read it and then believe it or not. For myself, there have been instances where I’ve heard very similar (‘parallel’?) stories in person and I could watch the body ‘vibe’ of the storytellers and I could consider how they crossed my path, (whether incidental or suspect), and the congruence of multiple examples like this one makes this one quite believable. But that’s just me, other readers judge for themselves.

Around here, in Portland environs, the McMinnville airport where (Fred Stickel’s longtime good-buddy) Del Smith’s CIA-front Evergreen Airlines [proper names for you to google] was based since circa 1948, and now a remade ‘legit’ Air Museum is, the wooded hills are dotted thick with secluded pimped-out 2-story ranch houses, 30 or 40 years old, occupied by 70-yr-old recluses seemingly ‘retired’ for 40 years or with ‘no visible means of $upport,’ with plain-sounding names like John Smith or Fred Martin … yeah, sure. And if you bump into them at The General Store in town, and converse, and listen, they turn out to be not wirey old lumberjacks or stumpjumpers but world-traveled savvy ‘bourgeoisie’-types with a rock-hard political chip on their shoulders and a hippie-grudge in their gut and gaps in their autobiography, appearing as plaid-shirted ‘just folks’ and although extra articulate around certain special topics they mostly are taciturn or it takes some interrogative conversational finesse to draw them out.

(Or look at Stickel’s story: Jersey kid, WWII Marine, returned to Jersey, for a couple years, then abruptly a wild hair tickles his fancy to relocate in Oregon and run Newhouse’s The O. From an impenetrable ‘ivory tower’ opinion-dropsite parapet. I met him once in his sanctum sanctorum redoubt. Stickel’s life profile seems recarved in the newly- and abrupt-arrived Kroger: from uncertain origin ‘having something to do with’ New York, to Oreg via bike ride (across the country?!), plop into college prof cred for a brief dues-paying stint, and now … poof … voila!, Attorney General, also an impenetrable position. You can’t no more but I met him once when he was ‘campaigning’ … slummin’ shoulder-rubbin’ among the proles. My diagnosis: uber spooky. I mean UBER SPOOKY.)

So there are pips in the population living in a parallel universe among and around the rest of us. In one way of looking at it. Here’s another, joined in the chorus:

The parallel universe, By Douglas Valentine, Jul 26, 2010

Let me tell you a story.

In 1985, I was contacted by Larry, a CIA officer who had had a breakdown and wanted to talk to me. He had served as a deep cover agent overseas for over 15 years at ….

And then there’s this dumbhead tom, self-effacing in name but exceptionally articulate and well-researched, who(?) pops out of the blue into this backwater blog, (meant affectionate, CH, very affectionate — if I didn’t love it and you, your talented artistic touch, then I wouldn’t be here), dumbhead shows up very soon after I first start in here with comment-talk such as about abolishing the CIA. In other websites other earlier times the same thing seems like it happened: I protest in print, then magically some impossibly-surviving social-retard voice ‘pops up’ smearing peanut butter in internet-newbie folks’s thinking caps. If I had paranoia afflictions I could imagine ‘they’ are following me. I don’t know, let ‘em. My attitude is Satchel Paige’s: don’t look back.

(I’ve never googled me. I know where I’ve been, and I can’t say the same for Google.)

cripes, I forgot a link I googled up for the Electrical CLoset fire story.

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Something I notice NOT IN the umpteen-thousand pages of expose’: There’s no mention of the hundreds of innocents who CIA abducted off the street, extraordinarily renditioned, tortured in undisclosed locations of black hole dungeons which were orders-of-magnitude more hellish than Calcutta or The Inquisition racks in Spain or …? And Tortured. to. Death. by CIA-directed operatives. those innocents.

And if you think you’ve heard the most hellish of it, think again, about this: Wayne Madsen did one report (a year or two ago) where he didn’t have absolute documentation or confirmation to outright declare that the awful-most did happen, but he had enough dribs and drabs to compose the strongly alluding supposition which he stated: Near Cheney’s office (in a closet), he could and did watch live. streaming. video. of torture sessions, the screams, the bone cracks, the blood spurts, from black chambers halfway across the planet. Supposedly getting his sick jollies.

The pivotal story that appeared about it was the unexplained, downplayed, blip on the media awareness quite shortly before Cheney left office: news item one day saying a mysterious fire happened in an “electrical closet” and firefighters put it out, end of story.

‘Electrical‘ !? closet?? WTF is that?

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So if the wikileaks dump of ‘secrets’ is so outrageously revealing, where are all the CIA torture-murders death-penalty crimes disclosures? not mentioned one iota.

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http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/edwest/100048530/oliver-stone-talks-poisonous-rubbish-about-hitler-and-jewish-domination-of-the-media/