Monday, June 10, 2013

" What's a Whistleblower, Daddy?" Why a Traitor with a Good Press Agent. Now, Here's a Dime - Be Somebody!

22 Now the Festival of Unleavened Bread, called the Passover, was approaching, and the chief priests and the teachers of the law were looking for some way to get rid of Jesus, for they were afraid of the people. Then Satan entered Judas, called Iscariot, one of the Twelve. And Judas went to the chief priests and the officers of the temple guard and discussed with them how he might betray Jesus. They were delighted and agreed to give him money. He consented, and watched for an opportunity to hand Jesus over to them when no crowd was present. . . While he was still speaking a crowd came up, and the man who was called Judas, one of the Twelve, was leading them. He approached Jesus to kiss him, 48 but Jesus asked him,“Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?” . . .Luke 22; 1-48
Judas, Benedict Arnold,  Aaron Burr, Tokyo Rose, Mr. & Mrs. Rosenberg . . .not alot of coins struck in their memory - not even dimes  Here in Illinois, we know about whistle blowers; they are generally Federally flipped opportunists, or the preemptive dime droppers one step ahead of the handcuffs who help the BGA, or local media icons get sensational headlines.

Here in Chicago, one "dimes out" someone,some people in order to benefit financially, or to exact retribution for real or perceived harms and slights, in order to Blow the Whistle on one's enemies.  A whistle blower is a rat, a stool pigeon, a 'disgruntled ( passed over for theft, truancy, or incompetence) public employee.'

The term was an updated version of the practice of 'dropping a nickel' -making a phone call - in order to betray, put on-the-spot, inform and exact annihilation upon a person or persons who have hurt that "the dimer's" feelings.

They are louses.  They are feral creatures who benefit at the public trough, or lard up on larceny until opportunity affords them a sanitary off-ramp from harm.

These days traitors and whistle blowers benefit from the decades long campaigns to dumb down Americans by creeps serving bad agendas.  The Rosenbergs were traitors but Hollywood and the Ivory Tower attempted to treat them as victims, until the Soviet Union collapsed and the Reds published their 'classified materials.'  Tokyo Rose's last years were padded with velvet thanks to President Ford's political need to get out from under the Nixon pardon.

Today, the pasty ectomorph wearing an Army Uniform and beret is hailed as the new Cindy Sheehan

and now we have another whistle blower hailed his equal -

Progressive's love this stuff. Anything that make the compelling narrative a huge cudgel for the exclusive use of our enemies foreign and domestic.

Holed up in a hotel room in Hong Kong, Edward Snowden, 29, said he had thought long and hard before publicizing details of an NSA program code-named PRISM, saying he had done so because he felt the United States was building an unaccountable and secret espionage machine that spied on every American. Chicago Tribune
 So Snowden spilled his guts for his country.    I remember teaching Joseph Heller's Catch 22 about how a WWII Snowden spilling his guts for his country -
But Snowden kept shaking his head and pointed at last, with just the barest movement of his chin, down to his armpit. Yossarian bent forward to peer and saw a strangely colored stain seeping through the coverall just above the armhole of Snowden’s flak suit. Yossarian felt his heart stop, then pound so violently he found it difficult to breathe. Snowden was wounded inside his flak suit. Yossarian ripped open the snaps of Snowden’s flak suit and heard himself scream wildly as Snowden’s insides slithered down to the floor in a soggy pile and just kept dripping out. A chunk of flak more than three inches big had shot into his other side just underneath the arm and blasted all the way through, drawing whole mottled quarts of Snowden along with it through the gigantic hole in his ribs it made as it blasted out. Yossarian screamed a second time and squeezed both hands over his eyes. His teeth were chattering in horror. He forced himself to look again. Here was God’s plenty, all right, he thought bitterly as he stared — liver, lungs, kidneys, ribs, stomach and bits of the stewed tomatoes Snowden had eaten that day for lunch. Yossarian hated stewed tomatoes and turned away dizzily and began to vomit, clutching his burning throat. The tail gunner woke up while Yossarian was vomiting, saw him, and fainted again.
Not the same.

Our pasty ectormorph du jour is fixing to harbor-out in Red China. Good place for him.

A whistle blower is a traitor with a good Press Agent, a website, Commie lawyers, and the soul of a pig or a Progressive.

Trying to ask the difference between a whistle blower and traitor is like asking a set of chopsticks - "Which is the fork?"

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