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Profound Quote of the Week:
By Ico Del Toro:
My mom taught me Plausible Deniability back in those days when we were kids. We called it excuses back then. If mom caught me doing something wrong I blamed it on my younger brother and he would in turn blame it on the dog. The dog caught hell over and over.
But the word Excuses is not good enough for the United States of America where our nation is governed by Ivy League College graduates. The word Excuses doesn’t have that ring to it. Excuse isn’t a word you can roll around your tongue and release out of the side of your mouth in a form of garble, like you can with Plausible Deniability. Excuses is a word for another era.
Plausible deniability was first used by the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) during the Kennedy administration. Plausible Deniability is like making an excuse before doing something stupid in the way of dirty tricks …just in case you got caught.
Plausible Deniability is set in motion by first deciding what stupid activity you want to conduct and then by deciding which senior government official doesn’t need to know about your activity just in case you do get caught… Then it is all about identifying a fall guy like your little brother. It is like being able to say you didn’t know anything about this stupid trick but maybe your little brother did. And it is about him being able to kick the dog in order to pass the point of blame farther along. So it is important to put the dog on a leash and to have him close at hand so he can be smacked if the time comes.
One example of good Plausible Deniability is Lee Harvey Oswald. Lee was the dog on the leash. He was at the very bottom and looked what happened to him. He was killed before he could let the cat out of the bag. Now, look what didn’t happen to the guys above Lee who were part of Plausible Deniability. See how this works?
Clinton couldn’t pull it off. He had no Plausible Deniability. Can you imagine him saying that it was his little brother who was having sex with his girl friend and not him. Who is left to kick the dog there? Plausible Deniability is not a first person thing.
Who could Clinton have gotten to take the blame? What male in high office, let’s say the president, would want to admit that somebody else was having sex with his girl friend in the broom closet with a lubricated cigar?
Ico Del Toro
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This is the way it was told to me.
By Len Art
There was an American who had a need to get away from it all… he needed to get off by himself and it was most important for unknown reasons that he remain in solitude for an undetermined length of time. He decided Northern Sweden had the solitude he needed so he launched himself into the back country where it is said by some that the people there are a bit strange and a bit set apart in more than one way.
The American found a cabin and the solitude he was searching and for six months he lived without seeing another soul. And then one day from a distance, he heard a snowmobile approaching. So the American went outside and stood in the snow where he awaited the arrival of the snowmobile and its’ rider.
Riding the snowmobile was a Nor’Lander every bit as comfortable with English as he was with Swedish and this convenience soon had the two talking in ways that could almost be thought of as a budding friendship. After a few minutes the American, in an effort to ingratiate himself to his new friend, started to learn as much Swedish as he could by imitating the air sucking noise this Nor’Lander was making at the beginning, middle and ending of each of his sentences… Swedish would be simple to learn he thought, if only he could learn to get the air slurps in right order and with the proper emphasis.
Soon it was time for the Nor’Lander to ride on but just as he threw his leg back over the snowmobile he had a thought, so he turned back toward the American and said, “How about you attend a party with me tomorrow night? Sleeewurp.”
The American looked hesitant and only managed a non committal raising of the shoulders followed by his newly learned “Sleeewurp”.
The Nor’Lander said with some enthusiasm this time, “There will be fighting, lots of sex, and lots of beer. Sleeewurp.”
With the mention of beer the American was suddenly interested and asked what he should wear.”How should I be expected to dress?” he asked. “Sleeewurp!”
The Swede was a little confused, “How should you dress? Sleeewurp, I am confused. Sleeewurp. What do you mean?” He asked, and then again another “sleeewurp”, as punctuation.
“How should I dress? Should I wear a sports shirt or coat and tie?” The American clarified for the Nor’Lander.
The Nor’Lander answered, “It doesn’t matter how you dress. There will only be the two of us. Sleeewurp.” And he was off….