A President Meets the CIA Machine - LewRockwell LewRockwell.com
President John X retired to the White House residence for the night. Asleep, he went all the way out, floating above thousands of tiny mirrors in an ocean of surveillance. He plunged into cloud layers. “I COULD BE DEAD ALREADY. AM I DEAD? I’M DEAD, THEREFORE I AM.” He was suddenly sitting in the cabin of a private jet. On a table, he saw a team of small glass angels, a silver cup, and a framed photo of Al Capone sitting on the toilet in his Palm Springs suite. And then identity shattered into a thousand pieces. The lights of … Continue reading →
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