The porn deluge, compromise operations, OSI Informers, and intelligence assets.

SO, there you are a traveling businessman from any of many countries- but you are a key player in a negotiation between a Chinese billionaire who needs to shuffle some cash out of the country, and an American company that handles EB5 transactions-and you land in Reston, VA after an 18 hour flight.

You also are friends with your countries  liaison to the UN, who works in Japan with the International Transnational Crime initiative, and while none of that is on your mind- it could be on someone else’s mind, because your connections make you a likely target. And you would be a nice acquisition for any intelligence agency or other state level or corporate player, if only…if only…

You’re tired, but figure a drink or two before bed won’t hurt your sleep any. After a quick rinse in the hotel bath, you go down to the bar in the lobby, where you sit, eyeball some soccer on he widescreen, and then, in a rush, a woman sits down next to you, and stammers a quick-“Oh, I am sooo sorry!” after bumping your chair, and plopping a suitcase sized ‘purse’ on the other chair.

(pssst: You don’t know this now, but if you one of these phone app‘s, called IMSI catchers in your repertoire, you would be able to “see” some of what could be in her bag- and I’m not talking coupons, compacts, tampons and cookie crumbs.)

Related story: how to catch an IMSI catcher academic .pdf by Bauke Brenninkmeijer

No problem, right? A common occurrence in any bar. You drink your Jameson and real ginger, and notice that she has called the bartender into an interesting dialogue, and your ear drifts in and out of the conversation about an obscure liquor naed “China something or other,” joining your ear to the facts and mis-statements thus:

“But it only grows in the Andies mountains! I am certain that’s what the distributor said,” says the magnificently comely, Sibel Edmonds look-alike who bumped your chair; and who now makes the claim she is a former liquor sales rep.

“No- I know this one,” says the bartender, “because I write a blog online for other bartenders. Cinchona is native to the Andean mountains, but it is cultivated in other places.”

Odd, you think to yourself- you just had this conversation across the world, with someone who claims they are a “naturopathic doctor,” who told you about quinine water, malaria, and how it cures people in developing areas of the world. Bits and pieces of the conversation float back into your mind:

“Confederate doctors used bark to treat malaria, because their medicine supplies were low, or non existent.”

And “quinine” aka tonic water is the base of a god gin and tonic,” and so on.

Your mind drifts into old black and white movies, Humphrey Bogart, and the sound of a drink-any drink in an old B&W movie, “on the rocks.” Rocks were a big deal in the refrigeration era and so on; B&W films are a good match for clever sound engineering that includes the near-onomatopoeia of the word “rocks,” and so on-such is the nature of inner dialogue.

Then, beyond your own better impulses, you venture that “Actually you are both right. Cinchona is in fact native to the Andean mountains, but also it is cultivated in other places. It’s the national tree of Peru, which is kind of funny, because for the most part, it is a shrub.”

The crowd feigns awe, and then makes small talk about every drink under the sun that contains quinine, and despite yourself, you venture forth your extensive knowledge of chinchona thus:

Cinchona (/sɪŋˈknə/ or /-knə/)[2] is a genus of flowering plants in the family Rubiaceae containing at least 23 species of trees and shrubs.[3] They are native to the tropical Andean forests of western South America.[4] A few species are reportedly naturalized in Central America, Jamaica, French Polynesia, Sulawesi, Saint Helena in the South Atlantic, and São Tomé and Príncipe off the coast of tropical Africa. A few species are used as medicinal plants, known as sources for quinine and other compounds

And of course, you remember this odd “conspiracy theory” that the holistic doctor told you about-he one about “mysterious suicides and murders” of holistic doctors. But of course, you don’t bring that up….

“Well, folks, nice talking to you, but I have an early meeting tomorrow-oh, look at that! Later today.”

In your room, you log on to the hotel’s network, and check your email’s, looking forward to the ones that you cannot check, or even acknowledge owning in the communist/theocratic/totalitarian nation that you are from. But hey! You are in America now-land of freedom, and Constitutional rights-and even a first amendment that protects speech in all forms!

But make no mistake- our “good guys” are even more deviant than your “good guys” who chop men’s hands off for stealing a pinch of desert salt, and our guys have a plan for your guys- and you too, because your computer’s unique identifier that is hard coded into your Windows 10 tells every ISP that you are “not from here,”and the way that OUR good guys enforce Biblical narratives, and primitive morality that is the “opposite of free” have lots of plans for you.

So: you check your usual corporate has the usual stuff. Ashley Madison account-that one temptation that you infrequently log into anymore, because, well- feminist jurisprudence enacting itself through hacking-and that SOME people are “making lists!”

SO you check in to the old main stay- your Hushmail account, because, like, no one could or would ever hack THAT– where you find an “invite” for a free trial to a discreet mature and elegant naked lady porn site.

Or, this, which is as American as Apple Pie, and some say, MORE American than apple pie, is currently in conflict with this.

Or cherry pies meet Golem, in Haym Solomon’s bank vault:

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You click the link, follow a few instructions, and you’re in-your in so deep, that you may never get out again, because that link was a honeypot, and then, your computer is spammed, and windows are popping up, full of dog porn, and horses in the Sonoran desert shtupping moaning senorita’s with swinging double DD’s , and 13 year old’s in swimsuits playfully beckoning you to swim….

Related Story: A few Blasts from the Pastsss There’s a special place in hell for Madeleine Albright

NATO “deeply” regretted killing at least seventeen people when a bomb hit a bus packed with women and children. It also supposedly regretted killing fifteen people after it targeted a hospital with a cluster bomb and killed three diplomats at China’s embassy in Belgrade. After Serbian television criticized Albright and Clinton, it was bombed as well, killing sixteen people.

And what porn deluge would be complete without “Russian disabled woman porn,” where legless and armless “Russian women” who are actually Serbs and Croats kidnapped during the last heroic act of UN good guyism (which was actually an act of good girlism, thanks to Madeleine Albright) tied to trees, squirm under the weight of grunting guys in military gear.

You have been rick-rolled- so…..

Welcome to the porn deluge, 101, which is a staple of military campaigns, terrorist recruitment and compromise operations, intelligence agencies and hairy backed Moldovan porn entrepreneurs alike. While on the surface, it’s just  “spam” to you, it is also a lot of other things that you haven’t yet figured out-but which you will contemplate for days to come.

Either way, and regardless of who set you up or otherwise rick-rolled your ‘un-hackable’ Hushmail, it’s YOU that have been shtupped.

shtup
SHto͝op/
vulgar slang
verb
gerund or present participle: shtupping
  1. have sexual intercourse with (someone).
Welcome to Jewish-christian culture! A place where the good guys and gals act as God! Look no further than that one event, and know that your fanatical religious sects and cults have nothing on our “good guys and gals,” who have pre-emptively shtupped you for the common good-for the children, of course!
The next morning, in the lobby, the fully do-able Sibel Edmonds clone just happens to rush by you at the elevator, which is right next to the sign that says “Stairs–>”.
“Morning traveller!” she says in folksy American colloquial English. “How did you sleep last night?” she asks, with an odd smile on her face.
“Oh I slept just fine, thank you,” you say, regretting the moment you clicked the link.
” Well be careful out there,” she says to you, specifically. ” I hear it’s going to rain today. Better get an umbrella!”
“Oh, thank you,” you say. “Does it rain a lot here?”
“Oh, my,” she says. ” When it rains it pours! It can be a real deluge sometimes.”
“Oh. Well, hope to see you around,” you say, still thinking about the initial link that promised “elegant nude ladies.”
And because you are a man-and these honeypots target men specifically, and in and of themselves are gendered operations that violate even the US Constitutional guarantees of “equal protection under the law,” somehow, the good guys and gals missed that memo.
And you, foreign man, are now a potential”compromised asset.” Or, according to the experts- you are likely suffering from some form of apophenia, should you one day connect the dots.
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American women  and dogs: young women choosing dogs over motherhood or men (and probably a few other things- try not to let your imagination GO WILD!)

 

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