Captain Nid
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Captain Nid

"The Nid" or "El Nid"

This guy is going to have to have nine lives.  There are things out there that if you know, you're dead.  The National Intelligence Director is going to be in the know.

Besides that, the continuum is going to have a kitten.  Because El Nid is going to be a result of the moral majority electorate and when he (or she, why not?) finds out, he or she is going to go ballistic.  To quote detective Thorn in "Soylent Green":  "A member of the Soylent Board gets assassinated.  You can't sweep that carcass under the rug!"

You can assume there's always someone out there.  I call it the "Nimrod Scenario".  Do you think Fleming wrote the James Bond series because he liked to write?  As I wrote in a poem back in the '60's:  "Orange blackness decorates the obfuscator's visage as upon the all witless prey it descends."

I don't think "anybody" was ready for this.  And now the N.I.D.  is going to have the unprecedented auspices to find out literally everything.  And if he or she can keep his or her sanity, there'll be hell to pay, or a hellova toupee.  Forget the atomic bomb, this person is going to become the atomic bum who will do something -- anything -- with knowledge no one ever knew before.  

I mean, my policy has always been, "let sleeping dogs lie".   Why not, they're such inveterate liars anyway.  My grandpa smoked a pack of "Luckies" every day of his life until he died of cancer before I was born.  But this guy or gal is going to smoke a pack of lackeys every day.

Copyright (c) 2005 by Paul A. L. Hall. All rights reserved.

 

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