Wicked Game – Chapter 15

“The False-Flag Goldmine”

On Wednesday, November 14, 2007, one of the partners, a co-worker and I went out for lunch. We wound up walking over to Ninth Avenue and West 51st Street. This was the same block I used to live on. Prior to this lunch, I had moved to the Village for a while until my partner and I bought a condo in Brooklyn in the Fall of 2005.

(One odd note about that move, the third night or so that I spent in that apartment, I had a nightmare followed by night terrors. In the dream, I somehow I knew that “the Devil” lived in an apartment building nearby. This apartment building in the dream would later be precisely opposite investigative reporter Jeremy Scahill’s home. This was strange to me especially because I didn’t believe in a personal devil much less the supernatural at that time. The weird that had occurred at the New Jersey Shakespeare Festival was forgotten as was the politicization of religion at church ten years before.)

The restaurant was Arriba, Arriba. It was typically known as an after Broadway place. One would often find mention of them in show programs, either as recommended by an actor or with an ad. Sometimes you’d find cast members from some show you’d just seen eating there, sometimes sharing tables with cast members of the show you saw the previous week.

When we ordered our lunch the place was not very occupied. A bit later as we waited for our food, a group of people started coming in. The staff started setting up tables for a large group in the center area. We were off to the side nearest 51st Street.

Then Jonathan Rhys Meyers walked in. The group was largely friends and people connected to the film that Jonny (as he would insist I call him) was in town promoting. August Rush had just been shown at Lincoln Center and was about to open nationwide. One of Jonny’s brothers was also there.

When I saw the opportunity, I stopped him to say that I enjoyed his work. He smiled, shook my hand, and said, “Jonny.” I managed to reply, “Chris. Enjoy your lunch,” or words to that effect.

I had played it cool. Inside, I was a lot more nervous. I had before and would later meet celebrities, but Jonathan was special.

Jonathan Rhys Meyers had been in Titus with Anthony Hopkins and that had been a film I wanted to see because, besides being based on the Shakespeare play, it had also been one of the shows we did at the NJSF in 1989 (Titus Andronicus being the full play title).

When I saw that on the big screen (two or three times, I think), I had wracked my brain to recall what other films I had seen him in. There were a couple of other films, but the one that I was trying to recall and couldn’t initially was A Man of No Importance with Albert Finney from 1994. In that, Finney had played a closeted gay man who used a production of Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest to come out to the small English community in which his character lived. It had been a film I had seen probably not long after moving to the City having been recommended by a friend who was, I think, trying to tell me something about myself. Jonathan had played a silent role of a young gay man who was at the gay bar when Finney’s character showed up.

He was also in a BBC miniseries Gormenghast and played Steerpike. I had caught that on some cable channel when it ran in the US.

There was of course also Velvet Goldmine. That film had been a favorite in part because of the great musical score and in part because of the phenomenal cast. It was to me a definitive gay movement film.

Here was someone whose work and attractiveness I had admired for years, in fact it was coming up on thirteen years. Here he was in front of me in the flesh, friendly, accessible, and charming.

I decided as I sat at lunch that I’d try to follow up with a letter to say more. I don’t recall if I had already heard or found out that he was slated to play Mandrake the magician (a newspaper comic strip superhero) in a film of that name. That film never happened but I thought that would have been fun.

I think I got the letter off that Friday. I sent it to Ireland, the place where such things were to be sent, County Cork I believe. The letter was a little bit gushy but overall I think I was trying to be supportive.

There were two things that I did not know as I met him and then later wrote and sent the letter. The following Sunday, at the airport waiting to go back to Ireland, he would have an angry episode resulting in a confrontation and arrest by airport security [1]. Then, a few days later, his mother died [2].

I managed to connect online with some other fans and we sent our condolences together. I felt a little guilty sending the upbeat letter even though I hadn’t known at the time of his personal troubles. Something similar to that was going to happen again (and if you include what happened at the Fair Game book signing, already had).

I was, though, suddenly feeling upbeat and energetic all around. I had been, for a year or two, bouncing around in my head some scenes for a story or two. At last I decided to start thinking about doing something with them.

There was one story, originally about a ghost who lived in Belvedere Castle in Central Park who protected Manhattan. That was to be a superhero kind of story.

The other was more like The Siege in retrospect, except I was looking to either focus mostly on citizens and a private mercenary army or several different slices of what was happening during a second American civil war in various places. Maybe like the book World War Z except focusing on this fictional second civil war rather than combatting zombies. This had been inspired by the increasingly hostile rhetoric coming out of Washington and the mouths of political pundits. As you can do as a writer, you take it to its logical conclusion, maybe exaggerate it a bit to make your point. I think initially a mercenary coming upon his own mother in the street was going to be the climax. This would later change to a fireman and political activist re-finding each other in mercenary occupied Manhattan.

This latter story started after I had seen a reporter on television revealing what seemed implausibly wild at the time. The United States was using mercenaries in Afghanistan. I had seen Jeremy Scahill interviewed and learned a bit about Blackwater USA from that.

Back in 1990 at the Shakespeare Festival I wound up understudying King John in the play of the same name. During my research, I had read a bit about one of the subplots and that, in general, many times in history, when a country hires mercenaries for a conflict of limited duration, the mercenaries wind up staying and finding something else to do to the chagrin of those who hired them.

History was saying that using mercs for what a conventional, national army normally does typically does not end well. While the idea of forcibly taking over the country seemed at the time ludicrous, the idea of buying Congress and others in order to achieve something similar, a permanent place in the American defense industry, did not.

The fourth thing (the third being simply what I thought was meeting Jonathan Ryhs-Meyers and finding him easy to chat with) was a historian who was interviewed by Jon Stewart on The Daily Show. She had written a book about the Battle of Brooklyn. It wasn’t always called the Battle of Brooklyn, because at the time the area was Long Island.

I learned that just a few blocks away from my new home were some of the areas where American and British soldiers had camped and fought. I had my own “backyard” to draw some inspiration from.

Also, Jeremy Scahill would either move in, or have already been living in my neighborhood. That made for yet a very, very strange coincidence indeed, though it merely seemed serendipitous at the time.

The parts of the stories started coming together as one. The “ghost” became something like the Spirit of 1776. He was an immortal who, when he was alive, had been Nathan Hale.

Credited as being America’s first spy, one of Hale’s statues sits at CIA in Langley. There is also some evidence pointing to Hale having been gay, but it is largely circumstantial. While Bradley Manning may not measure up to Hale’s over six feet in height, I tend to think he somehow sports a similarly sized heart and the same stubborn adhesion to what he believes is right. Hale had debated abolishing slavery at Yale. He had also done some acting.

In the story’s case, I probably borrowed the main character’s origins from the British story of Allain Quartermain (a character seen, for example, in Alan Moore’s The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen). Hale would be bound to a “coyote spirit” by a Native American shaman and become the Wisp. That would be the source of his powers, his immortality, and the reason he was bound to protect New York.

9/11 was part of the background as well. The mercenaries would completely take over police, fire and anti-terror activities in New York. This would be due to the escape of several captured terrorists [3] and the subsequent back room dealings of one Horace King. King was CEO and founder of Holy Oaks Security Services (“HOSS”). A little background, the swamp upon which HOSS made its headquarters was actually known as Hollow Oaks. (This was likely based on the Great Dismal Swamp, where Blackwater is headquartered, though I don’t recall that decision).

There would be scenes (that never got put to paper) that were essentially Bagdad in New York [4], free for all shootings, bombs going off, etc. There’d be the hazards of outsourcing the fire department [5], where political motive would stand in the way of two hundred years of moral code to protect property. There’d be King at the end attempting to resort to using a tactical nuke after losing a battle [6].

While I have often joked that Horace King was Erik Prince, really I knew that there were many mercenary corporations and so I purposely did not delve too deeply into his history, did not want him to be Prince. I likewise mixed in a little of the closeted gay Republican legislator meme, resulting from various stories taking place in airport restrooms and with interns. Then along came New York Representative Peter King, who has really made it all the more confusing by being chairman of the Homeland Security committee and so very happy about the domestic drone program. Also, he’s currently discussing a run for President in 2016.

In a last minute plot twist (one that I did not think reflected reality at all at the time I wrote it) I’d use the same name (Achmed) as both the source of King’s nuke and as the one who ordered a trio of terrorists to blow up Times Square. It was a hint that the escaped terrorists and King had actually been working together. Let me restate that: I did not think that that was true in real life. And yet I can’t help noticing that Erik Prince has been hiding in Dubai for some time now [7] and, well, I’ve already said my piece on NORTHWOODS and the Krongard brothers.

Achmed was named after a notorious real world con artist, Ahmed Chalabi. Chalabi was wanted in three Middle Eastern countries for fraud. He also ran the Iraqi dissident railroad and the Iraqi National Congress. The former were often encouraged to exaggerate Iraq’s WMD programs and the latter lobbied the Pentagon and Washington for an invasion. The INC is also believed by some to have been involved in British WMD expert Dr. David Kelly’s demise [8]. He was the Pentagon’s number one choice to replace Saddam Hussein, and was believed by the CIA to be an Iranian double-agent [9].

This was 2007 and early 2008.

In February or so of 2010, as my life was falling apart at the seams and I believe drugged out of my mind, I would go to see another Rhys-Meyer film, From Paris With Love. It would depict two CIA agents battling terrorists in Paris, France.

While it was a very fine film, I enjoyed it thoroughly as entertainment, it was also, I believe, a recruitment and propaganda piece. The connections between Hollywood and the CIA, though unknown to me, were strong. The use of film as propaganda has gone on for about as long as there have been movies.

But when you consider that 9/11 may have been a false-flag attack in order to enrich a few, steal resources (instead of what capitalists are supposed to do, buy it), and that so many people have been duped, it can make you downright ill.

On the other hand, it wound up in an odd way providing comfort for some time even though that was ultimately based on a lie, resulting in a voice-to-skull and drug-induced delusion. More on that later.

James Bond had long been used for such purposes. Smuggling Fleming’s novels into Russia so that Russian college students could read them (and see how much fun it was to drive fast Western cars, get the ladies, etc.) had been part of the idea. It might at least make young Russians curious about the West, perhaps yielding some eventual spies and defectors, if not helping to initiate some kind of revolution.

Then there were other efforts, such as MOCKINGBIRD. MOCKINGBIRD was the CIA’s effort to put reporters in place in order to plant, control, or snuff out news stories as desired [10]. Though he didn’t start the program, Richard M. Bissell, Jr. (noted previously for his ties to the Ford Foundation, the U2 spy plane and the Bay of Pigs invasion) ran it when he became deputy director in 1958 until 1962.

Similarly, CIA funded abstract art during the Cold War. This was not because it thought it was good (it didn’t) but rather because it was to show that only under the wings of freedom could something so experimental occur [11].

Not long into writing what would become the uncompleted story The Wisp, I read an interview with George Clooney. Clooney stated that he would have like to have another shot at Batman, to play a superhero. I had also seen Syriana, loosely based on the books about the 20-year CIA career of Robert Baer and a second on his thoughts and analysis of the situation in the Middle East. Mr. Clooney seemed a good fit for Reggie (as Hale had renamed himself in 21st century New York) with a few tweaks.

My new seemingly endless supply of energy allowed me to work, write, and sleep only four hours a night. I thought I had at last come to what it was I was meant to do. Write stories that both entertained and had a contemporary message. I thought it was all my idea.

I’d likely be wrong on all accounts. Instead, someone was using me to harass Clooney. They would also, in parallel, try to use it to send me on a rampage. I was too blinded by the sudden need to get the story out there (or, more likely so under the voice-to-skull “spell”) to realize the former, and too…something…to give in to the other. But they would try again and again.

They had likely already drugged me (resulting in the extra energy, almost manic state I was in). They had likewise set up bumping into Jonathan Rhys-Meyers at the restaurant. In fact, I’d largely think that the chance meeting was what spurred the sudden drive.

Let’s stop and review:

• A secret project at a theater involving actors in New Jersey funded by the US government through the Gerald R. Ford Foundation involving harassment and behavioral modification methods.

• New technology not available during the previous MKULTRA programs and MOCKINGBIRD operations capable of, let’s say at the very least, managing the behavior of human beings and surveillance technology advanced beyond what anyone outside thought was possible.

• A series of wars started on a possible false-flag attack that appears suspiciously similar to one that was planned but never carried out in 1962.

• A resulting spy and defense “gold rush,” the likes of which the world has never seen, most of it to do with NSA technology and surveillance and much of that subcontracted to “Top Secret America.” It, along with other privatizations like the private prison industry, would grow so large so quickly, that it would not actually have enough to do and so would invent problems to solve and bill the US tax payer for. It would have to be corrupt in order to survive.

• An actor who has a series of traumatic incidences and winds up doing a CIA romanticization picture.

• A “zombie” from the same Shakespeare festival who for some reason is made to witness bits and pieces of it all and occasionally engage as an active participant.

I think that sums it up to this point.

By the time 2008 rolled around, things got a little crazy.

1 Caris Davis, “Jonathan Rhys Meyers Arrested in Dublin Airport,” People, 19 November 2007:


This was another pattern that would repeat. De facto head of the Republican party, Rush Limbaugh, spent New Year’s Eve and Day 2009 to 2010 in the hospital in Hawaii due to heart problems while a woman alleged to be his girlfriend got arrested for losing her temper, breaking a window, and slapping a police officer in Chicago.

2 Hollywood.com, “Jonathan Rhys Meyers’ Mother Dies in Hospital,” 22 November 2007:


3 Such as the very recent escapes from prisons in three countries. Here’s one analysis (complete with various sources) that makes it sound an awful lot like the 2007-2008 story I wrote:

James Petras, “A Failed Regime Pursuing Losing Wars in which the Masters of Defeat Can Now Only Rely on the Masters of Deceit,” Boiling Frogs Post, 16 August 2013:


4 Amy Goodman, “Judge Dismisses All Charges Against Blackwater Guards in Nisoor Square Shooting,” Democracy Now, 4 January 2010:


See also Blackwater’s use of nerve gas in Bagdad that affected several US soldiers:

James Risen, New York Times, “2005 Use of Gas by Blackwater Leaves Questions,” New York Times,1 January 2008:


5 A TN fire department let house a burn down due to non-payment of a $75 annual fee.

6 Goerge Duff and PressTV, “Was Syria ‘Nuked’?”, Veterans Today, 13 May 2013:


Seventeen [US Air Force] officers have been removed, a “house cleaning” of unprecedented scale. Back in 2008, Secretary of Defense Robert Gates ordered a restructuring of America’s nuclear security command after a 2007 incident at [Fort] Minot.

A B-52 was loaded with thermonuclear weapons and flown off the base, violating 84 separate authorization protocols. The plane was later recovered over 1500 miles away under circumstances that have never been adequately explained. What is also not clear is whether the entire nuclear payload was recovered, complete and intact.

7 Kevin Gosztola, “Bradley Manning Sent Jeremy Scahill Scoop on Blackwater’s Erik Prince Going to United Arab Emirates,” FireDigLake, 24 April 2013:


8 Dr. David Kelly’s alleged suicide blamed on French intelligence by MI5 attorney on radio show, later the INC by others, Kelly’s final email to Judith Miller.

Daily Mail, “Former KGB Agent claim [heard from MI5/MI6 man that] David Kelly exterminated faces probe”:


Simom Aronowitz, “‘Kelly was murdered, says intelligence insider,” PrisonPlanet:


Apparently at ease to discuss these explosive disclosures, [MI5 attorney Michael] Shrimpton explained that there was advance knowledge of Kelly’s death in Whitehall, but that the deed itself was most likely carried out by the French external security organisation, DGSE. There was no indication that anybody in MI5 or MI6 had been involved. He went further by suggesting that the hit squad itself was composed of Iraqis from the former regime’s Mukhabarat intelligence organisation, recruited from Damascus with the help of Syria’s own intelligence apparatus. They were apparently then flown into Corsica, seven days prior to the murder. He doubts that any of the hit-squad are still alive.

Shrimpton appeared on a conspiracy theory show, Alex Jones, which is precisely where one would go to start a disinformation campaign. He’s saying that the Iraqi secret service, after Iraq was occupied by US and UK
forces, snuck inside the UK and murdered a WMD expert who was already under scrutiny for allegedly telling the BBC that the Iraq WMD reports had been “sexed up” to make the case stronger for invasion. And that all those assassins are dead (but no bodies reported). It is impossible to imagine that Kelly did not have 24/7 surveillance, especially since he was communicating with Cheney’s puppet reporter Judith Miller.

Read about Chalabi below and see if the INC doesn’t make as much or more sense than Saddam’s secret service.

9 Julian Borger, “US intelligence fears Iran may have duped hawks into Iraq war,” The Guardian, 25 May 2004:



Julian Borger, “Pentagon accused of ignoring evidence of Chalabi’s links to Iran”, The Guardian, 5 June 2004:



Elizabeth Bumiller, “THE STRUGGLE FOR IRAQ: THE EXILE; Conservative Allies Take Chalabi Case To the White House”, New York Times, 29 May 2004:


Influential outside advisers [including former Pentagon advisory group chairman Richard N. Perle and former director of central intelligence R. James Woolsey] to the Bush administration who support the Iraqi exile leader Ahmad Chalabi are pressing the White House to stop what one has called a ”smear campaign” against Mr. Chalabi, whose Baghdad home and offices were ransacked last week in an American-supported raid.

10 Various, Original MOCKINGBIRD, 1947, initially an attempt to control foreign news media. Eventually saw things like CIA running stories domestically supporting “pro-CIA” candidates for office, domestic propaganda, bribes of reporters, etc.

Now we have V2K to control the media in addition to perversion of journalistic ethos in favor of fiction aimed at “what sells” or supports parent corporations’ other business interests.

Bob Woodward, former ONI, reported to same admiral who ran the “Radford Affair” spy in Nixon White House, was only at WaPo for months before Watergate, publishes books at shill for the Pentagon.

Judith Miller, reported what Cheney told her and then Cheney turned around and quoted Miller. One of only a few people to lose their job over Bush administration scandals. Another was Rumsfeld when the Pentagon needed to blame someone for “failure” to end the wars (and keep the money rolling in) in part due to one of Woodward’s books.

CIA and Hollywood history.

David Sirota, “Forgetting the Past: One Military Movie at a Time,” TruthOut, 26 February 2012:


The scheme is simple: The Pentagon allows studios to use military hardware and bases at a discounted, taxpayer-subsidized rate.

In exchange, filmmakers must submit their scripts to the Pentagon for line edits.

11 CIA funded experimental art during the Cold War.


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