lets see....didn’t a CIA director die in a canoeing accident?
Perhaps the safe place to be is out of sight and mind. There might be vindictive types around that can do you in. Better gone than dead
Panetta should stay out of Ft. Marcy Park, at all cost, not to mention the avoidance of any air travel to Croatia.
I'm not sure it was a director, but he was definitely a higher up.
In any case, I'd be surprised if Panetta resigns, but you never know. However, with this publicity, I don't think even Obama would dare to reach out and touch him. Not yet, at least, until he has put his own totally glued-to-his-rump boy in the slot.
From a long, long time ago:
It's almost Halloween, and former CIA Director William Colby is still dead, having been thrown overboard from his boat, a while back. In the spirit of the High Holy Haloween Holidays, it is time to think back and reflect upon the anniversary of when Colby was thrown overboard for the first time, so to speak -- a prelude to the fatal, second time.
This was at 0800 hours on Sunday morning, November 2, 1975. Colby was told that he was going, in a reshuffling of the Ford administration that became known as the "Halloween Massacre".
Colby had told of too many CIA misdeeds, so he got the boot. Colby was told the news in person in the Oval Office. He had known it was coming, and related it to me in this way:
"To a large degree, the circus that the Church Committee and the media made out of the poisons and dart gun was the last straw for the White House. From the outset I had been, of course, aware that many in the administration did not approve of my cooperative approach to the investigations, and I felt myself increasingly isolated from the White House team as the year progressed. I had been blamed for not categorically denying Hersh's story at the very beginning; I had been chided for being too forthcoming to the Rockefeller Commission; I had been scolded for stonewalling at every Congressional hearing. But the impact of the toxin spectacular, and especially the fact that I had delivered the dart gun when Congress demanded it, blew the roof off."
(Sigh), it was probably that very same dart gun that blew Mr. Colby's own roof off, years later, on that fateful day.
President Ford's axing and shuffling was intended to please the Republican right wing. To replace Colby, Ford selected a "very good man" -- George Bush, to show that the "misery was all over."
The misery being all over for the CIA, that is, not for you and me. Directly opposite to Colby, who made such bitter enemies by coming clean, George became quite popular at the CIA. Presumably by steadfastly refusing to bath or to eat broccoli.
What ever happened to George, anyway? Is he still around? Oh shit, I hope he didn't take a tumble off his own boat. He was always a bit of a klutz. But no matter. He's been hanging around so long with the cast of the "Night of the Living Dead Presidents" horror flick, starring Ronald Reagan and Bob Dole, that his demise would be a rather anticlimatic, anyway.
But, I digress. Back to Colby. Years ago, a spook called David Atlee Phillips polled 12 senior ex-CIA officers as to which CIA director they would most like to share a pleasant island. Phillips kept his own vote back. But when it came to sharing a terrible desert island, Phillips said something rather spooky and prophetic:
"What if a volume of 'How to Build a Boat for One Passenger' should float ashore my desert island? With that in mind, I selected Colby. He would get us off the island. Certainly he would never entertain the notion of building a boat for one, or, if he did reach that point, he would later stand in the surf and wave good-bye -- a faint smile on his thin lips after pushing me out to sea."
(Sigh), again.
I'm sure the CIA Slime Monster that pushed Colby out to sea had a very faint, special smile, also. With the image of that spooky smile imprinted firmly in mind, I bid you all to abide by the Golden Ghoul, and to have a Safe and Happy Haloloween. And don't rock the boat. You might have a heart attack and fall over, courtesy of the dart gun, or something.
From a long, long time ago:
It's almost Halloween, and former CIA Director William Colby is still dead, having been thrown overboard from his boat, a while back. In the spirit of the High Holy Haloween Holidays, it is time to think back and reflect upon the anniversary of when Colby was thrown overboard for the first time, so to speak -- a prelude to the fatal, second time.
This was at 0800 hours on Sunday morning, November 2, 1975. Colby was told that he was going, in a reshuffling of the Ford administration that became known as the "Halloween Massacre".
Colby had told of too many CIA misdeeds, so he got the boot. Colby was told the news in person in the Oval Office. He had known it was coming, and related it to me in this way:
"To a large degree, the circus that the Church Committee and the media made out of the poisons and dart gun was the last straw for the White House. From the outset I had been, of course, aware that many in the administration did not approve of my cooperative approach to the investigations, and I felt myself increasingly isolated from the White House team as the year progressed. I had been blamed for not categorically denying Hersh's story at the very beginning; I had been chided for being too forthcoming to the Rockefeller Commission; I had been scolded for stonewalling at every Congressional hearing. But the impact of the toxin spectacular, and especially the fact that I had delivered the dart gun when Congress demanded it, blew the roof off."
(Sigh), it was probably that very same dart gun that blew Mr. Colby's own roof off, years later, on that fateful day.
President Ford's axing and shuffling was intended to please the Republican right wing. To replace Colby, Ford selected a "very good man" -- George Bush, to show that the "misery was all over."
The misery being all over for the CIA, that is, not for you and me. Directly opposite to Colby, who made such bitter enemies by coming clean, George became quite popular at the CIA. Presumably by steadfastly refusing to bath or to eat broccoli.
What ever happened to George, anyway? Is he still around? Oh shit, I hope he didn't take a tumble off his own boat. He was always a bit of a klutz. But no matter. He's been hanging around so long with the cast of the "Night of the Living Dead Presidents" horror flick, starring Ronald Reagan and Bob Dole, that his demise would be a rather anticlimatic, anyway.
But, I digress. Back to Colby. Years ago, a spook called David Atlee Phillips polled 12 senior ex-CIA officers as to which CIA director they would most like to share a pleasant island. Phillips kept his own vote back. But when it came to sharing a terrible desert island, Phillips said something rather spooky and prophetic:
"What if a volume of 'How to Build a Boat for One Passenger' should float ashore my desert island? With that in mind, I selected Colby. He would get us off the island. Certainly he would never entertain the notion of building a boat for one, or, if he did reach that point, he would later stand in the surf and wave good-bye -- a faint smile on his thin lips after pushing me out to sea."
(Sigh), again.
I'm sure the CIA Slime Monster that pushed Colby out to sea had a very faint, special smile, also. With the image of that spooky smile imprinted firmly in mind, I bid you all to abide by the Golden Ghoul, and to have a Safe and Happy Haloloween. And don't rock the boat. You might have a heart attack and fall over, courtesy of the dart gun, or something.
Not only did William Colby die under straaaange circumstances. Here's a trifecta:
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"Merrill Apparently Shot Himself On the Bay, June 21, 2006
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The development was a startling turn in a tragedy that began June 10, when Merrill's boat, the Merrilly, was found under full sail but with no one aboard, drifting in a stiff breeze near Plum Point. A recreational boater found his body Monday near Poplar Island, more than 11 miles from where the Merrilly was discovered.
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Recast as an apparent suicide, his death strikingly parallels that of John A. Paisley, a former high-level CIA employee. In 1978, Paisley disappeared while sailing across the bay. His body was found with a fatal gunshot wound a week later near Solomons Island in what was ruled a suicide.
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The loss also recalls the death of former CIA director William E. Colby, who died from drowning and exposure in 1996 after apparently falling from a canoe off Charles County. His body was recovered more than a week later, and authorities said he probably had a stroke or heart attack before the accident."
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Bill Colby, and this article draws parallels between his death and that of Vince Foster.
http://archive.newsmax.com/articles/?a=1999/3/24/185342
A week later, his body surfaced in the marsh near his home. After a perfunctory autopsy, local police authorities closed the case as an accident.
When I was in school he came and lectured one night. Afterwards, on a lark, in true spy fashion I followed him from the lecture hall, through the student center, through the campus woods and all the way to the parking lot. I was just curious if he had any bodyguards lurking about or if he did anything to see if he was being "followed".
Sadly he did not. Kind of popped my balloon about spies.