YOU NO GOOD PSEUDO-AMERICAN NEOCON NUDNIK APPARATCHIKS!
CATCH ME IF YOU DARE!
“Kevin Costner Made Me Do It!” Yuri Ryanov
Remember Lt. Commander Tom Farrell (also known as Kevin Costner), Naval Academy graduate, who worked his way onto the intelligence staff of Secretary of Defense Gene Hackman? It was 1987 and for the forty-third consecutive year, America was paranoid about Russia, its World War II “ally” that truly won the war.
Well, good old Tom Farrell was much more that just an Annapolis midshipman, a distinguished graduate of the U.S. Naval Academy and a successful career naval officer. He was also code-name YURI, a KGB mole with the genuine name of Yevgeny Alexeyevich. See the movie! Yevgeny, like me, like all of you now, had no way out. We are all inmates. America is an insane asylum. Want proof? Okay.
The distinguished poet Ezra Pound was released from the Washington, DC, Saint Elizabeth’s mental hospital in 1958 after a 12-year internment. In June, he returned to his home in Italy. Arriving in Naples a journalist asked him when he had been released from the hospital. “I never was,” he said, “When I left the hospital I was still in America, and all America is an insane asylum.”
Today the west campus of Saint Elizabeth’s Hospital serves as the headquarters of the US Department of Homeland Security. Need more proof? Read the fairy tales in the New York Times. Tune in, turn on and drop out of reality by watching CNN and its clones.
Ah home sweet neocon homeland. Tra-la-la Tra-la-la. We are big because we are great because we are exceptional because we are good.
A disappearing Obama huffs and puffs lies and enacts pathetic sanctions and Putin throws holiday parties for American children in Moscow. Oh, but its them bad, bad, oh so bad Russians!
In 1956, Allen Ginzberg, another poet, (oh those damn poets!) wrote extensively about America in a poem entitled America.
This is how his poem concludes:
America you don't really want to go to war. America it's them bad Russians. Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians. The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take our cars from out our garages. Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Readers’ Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our filling stations That no good. Ugh. Him make Indians learn read. (….) Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help. America this is quite serious. America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set. America is this correct? I'd better get right down to the job. It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway. America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel. Alan Ginzberg, Berkeley, California, 1956.
Today, idiotic, diabolical neocons shout WAR! WAR! WAR! Madman presidents yell BOMB! BOMB! BOMB! all for a better, greater America. A hallucinogenic government says ALL U.S. CITIZENS SHOULD BE VERY ANGRY AT THEM RUSSIANS! AND AT THEM CHINAMEN!
Why? Proof? None. Zero. Naught. Goose egg. Zip. Coming later. In two weeks. Maybe after the Inauguration. Better yet, after we are all dead. “Bravo,” says the New York Times, “Them Russians and them Chinamen and them Russians. Ugh! Them deserve it.”
Time is running out. It’s time to tell the big truth. George Orwell said that “in times of universal deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” And so I confess a false lifetime of universally deceitful, undercover living. Having no way out, I have come out. And it’s not really news. I have revealed all earlier in the social media just like the ignoramus, womanizing President-eject, make that “erect,” I mean “elect.” Oh them typically Russian-Chinese-Mexican Freudian slips.
So here I am, James Ryan no longer. Meet Yevgeny Ryanov, your much, much truer Facebook Friend. In truth, I am a KGB agent, just like Kevin Costner. The sordid truth follows:
FIRST CHIEF DIRECTORATE (KGB)
United States Military Academy, West Point, New York: 4 years undercover, under the blanket, between the sheets. July 1958 to June 1962: Constant subversive activities. Always fully disguised as a West Point cadet. Sought to undermine all aspects of military thinking and discipline. Established secret revolutionary cells that now have world-wide reach. Mission accomplished! Ha! Ha! Ha!
1962-Present: Remained totally dedicated to undercover subversive activities, in particular telling the truth. Maintain Marxist, Leninist and even Maoist emphasis to all aspects of waking life, whatever that is. Quintuple Agent: CIA, Mossad, KGB, MI-5, Tea Party (Boston). Wrote autobiography: BEATING THE SYSTEM, My KGB Years in the Long Grey Line (1958-1962)
P.S. Medication time! Wake me when it’s over, Doctor.