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It turned my vigorously righteous indignation to rank torpidity. I just made a playlist of war heroes and from late afternoon well into the evening I was dozing and slithering to, say, the bathroom or my desk like my skeleton had turned to powder and I just was not really aware enough of it yet.
When the temperature dropped finally back down to the low seventies, I began to perk up, thinking, oh, swell, I'll be awake all night again.
Crikey, I'm too weird even for me.
But I'd caught a glimpse of John Kiriakou's face on the righthand column of one of the war hero vids and added it to my pile of listening bonelessly opportunities earlier, and it was about to come on. So I threw on my giant linen babydoll to cover my melted pulchritude from anyone who might have the ill luck to glance toward me here with all my windows and doors wide open and made myself a cup of sleep-circus-defying coffee, came back to my desk and rooted around YouBube for the Part 2 so I could pay pure attention to the whole interview all at once.
That would be six hours of the world being asleep while I'm not, and I'll be just fine.
By the time I was halfway through Part 1, I was already sad it was going to come to an end in a few hours.
You've probably noticed if you've been around here much that there are three letter agency people and then there are three letter agency people, as though through the decades irredeemable fiends out there had been surrounding themselves with patriots, relics from a disappeared school system, from a disappeared social fiber, flopping around on the cyber stage like fish desperate for their water back.
Like us.
A week or so ago I listened to John and that smug solipsist creep with the stupid hair on Danny Jones' podcast, and had been dejected that the creep had tried to act as though he had been a peer grievously wronged by John telling the truth to the whole world. I'd wanted to have someone edit in footage of me in there grabbing him by the hair and smacking him around.
So spending these too short six hours last night on what it's like to be John Kiriakou was powerful medicine for me and it is a boon to humankind that it is open for the whole world to see and hear for as long as we can preserve it and keep it available to posterity.
pipe up any time....
