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In the great war in Pakistan - I mean the war between the CIA and
the Pentagon, who seem to be engaged in competitive killing of
Asians to establish their respective brands (see "How the Pentagon
Supervised Raymond Davis' Release and How the CIA Took Its Revenge"
<i><a class="moz-txt-link-rfc2396E" href="http://www.counterpunch.org/qadir03222011.html"><http://www.counterpunch.org/qadir03222011.html></a></i>) - the
CIA is looking like Charlie Sheen: "Winning!"<br>
<br>
It is rumored that Leon Panetta, head of the CIA will become Defense
Secretary in succession to Robert Gates, Bush/Obama's man. Panetta
is a Democratic party apparatchik, chief of staff in the WH under
Clinton, who at the CIA successfully fought off the attempt to
reform the Company by placing it under the recently-created Director
of National Intelligence.<br>
<br>
Meanwhile, a more substantial rumor has that most political of
generals, David Petraeus, becoming head of the CIA. That may look
like a win for the Pentagon, except that the "ass-kissing little
chickenshit<em></em>" (as Petraeus was described by one of his
former superiors, displaced by Petraeus) seems to be cordially hated
by the uniformed cadre at the Pentagon, and his move to Langley may
simply be an admission that he's playing for the other team (of
course always really for Team Petraeus).<br>
<br>
This seems to argue (as does the attack on Libya) that the foreign
policy establishment is in charge, and the JCS in the Pentagon have
lost another round. Those who've read Tim Weiner's<i> Legacy of
Ashes</i> can hardly think that this is a Good Thing. <br>
<br>
<blockquote>No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison.
<br>
We two alone will <span class="keyword2">sing</span> like birds
i' th' cage.
<br>
When thou dost ask me <span class="keyword2">blessing</span>,
I'll kneel down
<br>
And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live,
<br>
And pray, and <span class="keyword2">sing</span>, and tell old
tales, and laugh
<br>
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
<br>
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too-
<br>
Who loses and who <span class="keyword2">wins</span>; <span
class="keyword1">who's</span> <span class="keyword2">in</span>,
<span class="keyword1">who's</span> out-
<br>
And take upon 's the mystery of <span class="keyword2">things</span>,
<br>
As if we were God's spies; and we'll wear out,
<br>
<span class="keyword2">In</span> a wall'd prison, packs and sects
of great ones
<br>
That ebb and flow by th' moon.<br>
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