We’re not computers, and taking a walk down memory lane can be facilitated by computers, if you know how to use them. I don’t. But I have friends who do.
One claims he could easily tunnel in or out of any situation, undetected by those with advanced degrees and experience in such things, and run circles around them without them knowing about it. He actually laughed when I mentioned the name of someone who spent his life providing security to a certain… um… “Institute.” Hah!
A few months ago, I asked another rather spooky friend with a lifetime of experience in, shall we say, intelligence gathering, to see what’s up with my life, for rather strange things happen that make me wonder whether I’m on a “protect this guy” list or a “watch out for this guy” list. For instance, for years, in boarding civilian flights, I would be asked to sit next to the co-pilot as soon as I entered the plane. He would be sitting alone in a range of seats with no one else around him. I would walk by my assigned, empty seat to do this. After a Navy Seal would sit down in the seat next to my assigned seat, I would be asked to go and take my assigned seat. Very cool, thought I, though a little bit mysterious. Lots of stuff like that.
Anyway, the spooky gal reported back some hours ago, saying that she’s read my entire internet history from 1992 to the present. That’s alot. I think it would take about an entire library to house my internet history should it be printed out.
In the course of our conversation she mentioned some things that clued me in that she used some rather unusual techniques to take a gander at archived data bases that are long gone out of even the google “farms.” I myself could never find what she found. It costs a great deal of money to archive such things in a presently accessable manner. I didn’t think anyone bothered. I’m happy I’m wrong.
Anyway, I got the impression from our conversation that, if anything, I’m firmly on the “protect this guy” list. I asked specifically what she thought about my baiting of Islamicist terrorists on a long defunct blog I used to run. I asked if I was being evil and bad from the perspective of the intelligence gathering community. Quite the opposite. She had very high praise indeed. Way cool! thought I in regard to my past activities and what I had wanted to accomplish.
Then she mentioned the one book of the trilogy I would like to spruce up a bit and get up do date. That was put out under a pseudonym, which didn’t even make her blink. That it is inaccessable to everyone else in the world didn’t stop her. She was very impressed with that book altogether. I shall refrain from reporting the adulation offered. All that made me smile, for that means much, coming from her, concerning the readability and importance of what I wrote regarding the murderous intrigue of interreligious politics, which we specifically discussed.
On that note, I would love to give some conferences about the relationship of Judaism, Islam and the Catholic Church to some various groups in the Department of State. I have an appointment with the DoS in these days, though for another reason. Maybe another day. Maybe we’ll see what happens in the upcoming election first. Yikes!
Accompany me, Father George David Byers, S.S.L., S.T.D., as I begin life as a Catholic Priest-Hermit by choice. Holy Souls Hermitage is dedicated to the sanctification of my fellow priests, bishops, deacons & seminarians going through the purgatory of this life or the next. Prayer and sacrifice go up, of course, for both Benedict XVI and the next Successor of Saint Peter. 
Wow, Fr. George…just wow.
Prayers for you!
God bless you and all of your readers.
That is a kind friend. Huh, very interesting.
hmmm… a hermit with a laptop- does that make you the “Uniblogger”? -sorry
Me thinks thou art more than a humble hermit, sir. My anxiety lever is rising for and about you. Hmmm?
Totally just a knuckleheaded hermit!
Hmm, indeed. I think (based on the tidbits you are tossing to us, your devoted bloggers) that you really should write that autobio.
I ought to ask you to define ‘knucleheaded, too”
As always I send my prayers and I’ve told my guardian angel to pray for you too. As if I don’t keep him busy enough.
Well, joisygoil. Thanks for the prayers, and for harassing your guardian angel on my behalf. Very cool, that!
Knucklehead means one who reasons by way of combat: Might makes right. Really, anything stupid we do makes us knuckleheads.
Now, you seem to appreciate my tidbits! Thank you for that. Might I ask you a favor? If something untoward happens to me, might I ask you to be my insurance? All you have to do is remember the following info, if you would… have it tucked away in some drawer. It’s about that letter I mentioned in another post about my recent trip to the Department of State, the original of which letter the DoS wanted back, though I refused. It’s just about me being me, just in case there is a question about that!
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August 3, 1992
CA/FPP
Room 1817, Main State
Department of State
Washington, DC 20520
Fr. George Byers
[...]
Ms. M.G.
Acting Chief
OCS/CCS/ARA
Room 4817, Main State
Department of State
Washington, DC 20520
[...]
Sincerely,
L.L.L.
Counsul of the
United States of America
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Thank should be enough info for them to find the letter. Putting this on the internet makes things much more difficult for knuckleheaded people to be knuckleheaded! You might also want to remember that the letter was authenticated by the FBI agent in charge of the rash of embassy bombings, including the one in Nairobi, when he was in the Embassy in Rome, in early 1996. I was told by someone today that it would really be stupid for a certain administration to try to deny the information that is in that letter. But making this info available like this will, again, just make that all the more difficult. Hah! Believe me, there isn’t anybody who wants to get in the way of that particular FBI agent. He’s way, way cool, but don’t get in his way!
I hope you never have need of ‘insurance’.” I am not only keeping a copy, but for my own insurance I gave copies to several other undisclosed, un-named, trusted individuals.
Thanks, joisygoil!