As MCA Universal prepares  a preemptive strike against America’s most important recent history—the public assassination of one of the original American Drug  Lords in a movie starring a world- famous Scientologist playing a man outweighing him by a good hundred pounds—it may be time to stand up for what’s left of the truth.

So here it is…This really happened.

On the evening of January 22, 1963  ten American men are on a night out on the town in Mexico City’s Zona Rosa, wearing black suits and black skinny ties, smoking and drinking around a ringside table with a white table cloth. At some point, the men look up, then break into a drunken chorus of “Cheese!”

A shutter snaps. A flash-gun goes off. A nightclub photographer advances his camera.  

Write “Gary Webb was right” 500 times on the blackboard

Most of the men wear loopy grins. Most of the other tables are empty. Maybe its almost closing time, maybe on the kind of night which began much earlier at a restaurant whose name no one remembers. The moment—even as it happened—probably meant nothing to anyone there.

It’s Peachy!

It’s like finding a snapshot of J. Edgar Hoover wearing a peach sundress and matching lipstick.  You’re a little surprised. But not shocked. Still, once you’ve seen it, its impossible to forget.  

In 1963, Barry Seal (on the left, third from front)  was just 24, yet already a veteran CIA pilot. Sitting beside him (second from left) is Porter Goss.

Covering his face with his sport coat on the other side of the table is the only Operation 40 celebrant displaying any regard for tradecraft. Frank Stugis couldn’t stretch his sport coat high enough to cover his swept-back “Big Wave in Hawaii” pompadour, though he gets points for trying. A decade later he’ll be one of the Watergate burglars, and, perhaps unsurprisingly,he’s also strongly suspected of involvement in the JFK assassination.

The ‘Apparatchik’ from Punta Gorda

By the time of Goss’ confirmation hearings to become head of the CIA, the pic had been widely circulated over the internet. No one in America’s mainstream media ever pressed him about it.

Then, too, to no fanfare, in fact to deafening silence, Mohamed Atta and the other 9/11 terrorist hijackers were using Goss’ Congressional District in Charlotte County, whose main city of Punta Gorda was founded by “retired” CIA agents, as a base of operations while they conspired to commit mass murder.

Yet like apparatchiks on the podium in Moscow Square standing stoically in the cold, the Sons of Privilege toed the party line. “Rep. Porter J.Goss has disclosed precious few details of his CIA employment from roughly 1960 to 1971,” reported a profile in the Associated Press.

Reuters called him a “mystery man,” and said he had been “close-mouthed about his past.” Well, duh. The creases in his jeans should have been a clue.

Choate him out!

Goss is the product of a patrician Connecticut upbringing, an elite prep school, and Yale University, the CIA’s unofficial alma mater. And he was in a secret society too: Book & Snake,according to author (Fleshing Out Skull & Bones) and publisher (Trine Day) Kris Millegan.

So when Yalie Skull & Bonesman George W Bush “tapped” “tapped” “tapped” on Yalie Book & Snakesman ( Snakeshead?Snakes-person?) Porter Goss’ icy windowpane, naming him Director of the CIA, it said a lot. Conservatives will be pleased that what passes for civic life in America is still a game of Inside Baseball. Liberals will continue to ignore the issue.

In  “TERRORISM FIGHT KEEPS REP. GOSS IN POLITICAL FRAY” The Orlando Sentinel reported “During his junior year, he (Goss) met a CIA recruiter through his ROTC commanders… With a prep-school education and a Greek major at Yale, Goss passed up the conventional life to be a CIA spook.” 

Why else would anyone bother to learn the secret handshake?

A plethora of coincidinks

While in Congress, Goss often found himself paired with a fellow Floridian, Democratic Sen. Bob Graham, who as Chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee led the joint Congressional Inquiry into the 9-11 attack.

In fact, the two men were having breakfast together in Washington on the morning of September 11th, 2001, along with the head of Pakistani intelligence, a man later accused of wiring $100,000 to Mohamed Atta in the U.S.

When, three years later, questions were raised as to just how it was both major party candidates in the 2004 Presidential election  belonged to the same secret society (Skull & Bones, no less), there was a silence, and then a shuffling of feet. Maybe a cough or two. But no answers. 

While testifying  before Congress on February 9, 2004 about the faulty premise behind the tragically stupid war in Iraq, U.N.’s Chief Weapons Inspector David Kay somewhat pointedly noted that “Closed orders and secret societies, whether they be religious or governmental, are the groups that have the hardest time reforming themselves in the face of failure without outside input.”

Maybe I’m irony-impaired, and need to get down to GNC for some supplements… But while talking about weapons of mass destruction to a committee of the Congress of the United States of America, the U.N.’s chief weapons inspector cited—from deep left field and out of the blue—secret societies.

Just how odd do things have to get before nothing seems odd anymore?