BBD – Not Quite He Said, He Said {Updated}

Langley is a bigger shithole than Norway edition.

(Cuz Nobody’s talkin’ ’bout you.)

Met him a year ago or so. Thought he was full of crap then. Maybe a hustler. Clearly someone in need of a corrective vision apparatus if one were to take his verbal romantic interest seriously.

Then he disappeared for a chunk of last year. Did mention moving to Texas. {People do that?}.

Turns out he instead moved to New Mexico. However, on the way back from a day trip from Mexico a border guard stopped them and verbally harassed repeatedly the lady he was with. There were drug-sniffing dogs. They found nothing because there was nothing to be found.

But, one assumes because as we know the Border Patrol and local police down there are completely bought by the cartels, the CIA, and various untouchable members of the Legislative Branch, just had to keep playing the bully, maybe to convince himself when he lets the drug smugglers across that he’s still somehow a “good guy.”

My new boyfriend, let’s call him Kevin {you already see where this is going, don’t you?} told the guard to leave his friend alone. The guard pushed his head. In what was of course a normal reaction, Kevin pushed his hand away.

He, because he insisted on a trial and held out for a while, plead down from assault on a federal officer to a misdemeanor and spent some five months and change in a Texas prison. That’s why I didn’t see him until earlier this week.

Did I mention he’s from Chicago? I know, too much right after saying to some friends I didn’t have the “take home” type in my life. But then he’s, in his own words, half African, quarter Irish, quarter Eastern Indian. And pretty from head to toe in my words.

Did I mention his mother’s name was Hope? She died in 2012 or 2013. Know when you are being played, ladies and non-ladies. Really I suppose I’m insulted that they’d think I’d be stupid enough to think what they wanted me to think.

Did I mention he had a rose tattoo? That may not mean as much to most of you. Does to me. He bought a faux black rose to go with the faux red one I had in my car for months now. Now as to why that is…

It took a day after our first date to figure out what CIA’s real endgame is. Really only a couple of hours of quiet did the trick. I can’t quite show my homework on this one. Part of the idea is to of course forget the problem and let the unconscious figure it out. There was a lot of “loud” stuff that would take more attention, but then they laid groundwork for the other thing, quietly, like a small, thin thread among a bundle of ropes.

I figured it out about 37 seconds before this tweet. Yes, always have your Twitter gun loaded in case of emergency.

I am again wondering why CIA consistently insists on doing the sort of opposite of what it should if it really wanted me to clam up. But then I remember it’s run by psychotic Nazi clowns and it all becomes clearer.

Don’t think I’ll be elaborating just yet as to what that end game is. I just couldn’t resist letting them know I already know. 😀

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