Bad theater, at that.
This is what Intelligence is spending their time on
The document has a serious and sober title: “Worldwide Threat Assessment of the US Intelligence Community,” and it was seriously and soberly offered to the Senate Select Committee On Intelligence yesterday by DNI James Clapper. But if the people working on this were working in all seriousness, their names were Moe, Larry and Curly, and they were drunkdrafting the entire thing. Don’t take our word for it; read it for yourself.
- ITEM: They’re still banging the gong for Global Warming as a major, existential threat, although they defensively note that they’re not using climate models to reach this conclusion, a backhanded slap at Michael “Piltdown” Mann, the climate scientist at the university most famous for its kiddie-diddling football program.
- ITEM: They manage a long discussion of the cyber threat without mentioning the damage done to US national security by the intelligence organizations’ overreach — and incompetence. No mention of how A low-level contractor walked off with more documents than all the spies in the history of espionage; no mention of how the connected beltway bandits hired to vet Snowden and tens of thousands of other contractors simply pencil-whipped the work — and received ten plus million in performance bonuses for failing to do the work. Clapper? Mussolini without the timely trains.
- ITEM: The document defines modern technologies, generally, as things used for crime and therefore to be crushed, or at least, crushingly surveilled — approached it tries to mainstream for Bitcoin, biology, and 3D printing.
- ITEM: The lead item in terrorism? “Homegrown Violent Extremists.” That’s, er, you. Although the example he uses is scarcely homegrown: the Boston Marathon bombers. In fact, what they represent is a failure of US immigration policy (we need Chechens why?) and, much more so, a failure of Clapper’s polyincompent intel empire: he was tipped that these guys were up to no good by the Russian FSB.
FederalGovCo has reached an awkward stage of its own: it’s too powerful and greedy not to attempt to get its fingers into everydamnedthing, and too big and inept to do anything right.