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	   Allegations Regarding Vince Foster, the NSA, and
		Banking Transactions Spying, Part XXVIII

			  by J. Orlin Grabbe

Dear Vince,

	So you wanna be a nuclear spy?  You say your Swiss account is
running low, and you need some pointers where to find those little intel
tidbits to be sold for salvage?  You know, depending on what's hot in
the market?

	Well, okey dokey. I'll tell you what little I know.  Maybe help you 
out a little.  On account of you're such a good friend and all.

	Let's start with SIOP.  That's Single Integrated Operational Plan.
It ties together all military nuclear weapons and all the different regional 
plans--you know, the different nuke options of the military commands in 
the Atlantic, the Pacific, and Europe.  Britain even has a part.  Well, SIOP 
is ESI:  Extremely Senstive Information.  Translation: BIG BUCKS if you can 
get a hold of a piece of it.  
	
	Now, Vince, let me explain the problem, so you'll know what's going
on, and where to go to get the good stuff.  Okay?  You think you have 
headaches keeping track of money. Well, let me tell you, the military's like 
the three, or six, or sixteen different faces of Eve, and they'll all be at 
war with each other if they're not careful.  Hell, we might be engaged with 
China and they send the signal to the wrong set of missiles, and nuke 
Teheran. Or say there's a launch off the Pacific coast, but the early warning 
system is down and no one knows what's coming.  Or they see it coming but 
they can't get hold of the President who is out whitewater rafting. Or the 
helicopter arrives at the White House from Quantico to whisk the Prez to 
Andrews Air Force Base, where the flying command post awaits, and the Secret 
Service shots the chopper down (which they almost did in an exercise).  Or 
the Prez gives the authorization to RE-TAL-I-ATE, but he can't communicate 
with his forces to set anything in motion. 

	See, we got us an ORGANIZATIONAL problem here. Suppose'n we go to
war.  You got the White House Situation Room, down underground, below the 
Oval Office. You got the National Military Command Center (NMCC) in the 
Pentagon, third floor.  You got the alternative NMCC buried in Raven Rock, 
Pennsylvania (8 miles from Camp David), in case the first one's f**ked up 
(more than normal, I mean). You got the SAC underground command post at 
Offutt Air Force base near Omaha, Nebraska. You got the NORAD underground 
command post inside Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado. Talk about moles!  These 
here outfits have gotta TALK and gotta SEE!  See what I mean?  

	Then you got your airborne commands. They gotta talk, see, and EVADE 
no matter WHERE they are.  There's "Nightwatch".  That's the National 
Emergency Airborne Command--a flying nest for the President, Joint Chiefs of 
Staff, and Commander of the Strategic Air Command (with room for a few 
hookers to relieve the tension) to give orders and preside over the end of 
civilization as we know it. (They can fire the land-based missiles using the  
Airborne Launch Control System.) Then you got "Cover All", or whatever 
they call it now, the flying command post of the Strategic Air Command with 
the Post Attack Command and Control System (PACCS) (and we hope SAC number 
two still takes orders from number one, who is flying around with the Prez).  
Then you got your little sub units: "Blue Eagle" Pacific Command, "Scope 
Light" Atlantic Command, "Silk Purse" European Command.  The names and  
details may change from time to time (hint: more bucks).

	Then you got all your side shows, like JEEP, the Joint Emergency 
Action Plan.  That's a plan for evacuating a select number of government 
and military people, the chosen few, the ELECT, who get RAPTURED AWAY to a 
place of safety in case of nuclear war, some to Raven Rock, others to the
"Special Facility" at Mt. Weather in Virginia.  That's so they'll be around 
to populate a post-nuke nation.  It'll be a millennial golden age of LAWYERS 
and GENERALS.  You remember me telling you about Hassan i-Sabah, the 
"old man of the mountains", the leader of the assassins? How he used to 
indoctrinate his followers, showing them a vision of Paradise, where he
would get them blissed out on hashish, and they would wake up in a garden
with fruit trees, and flowing brooks, and whoreys attending to their every 
need (I think they spelled it "horis" back then)?  And then they would be 
willing to die to get back to Paradise?  Well, here in the old U. S. of A.   
some of the chosen few get to spend some time each year in the BOHEMIAN 
GROVE!

	Just a little aside.  A friend of mine used to have a job inspecting
the stored food down in one of those FEMA hideaway places--the "National 
Warning Center" down in Olney, Maryland. You know, FEMA, Federal Emergency 
Management Agency? She told me they had cans of powdered instant SPINACH 
OMELET.  And the johns were on SPRINGS, so a person sitting on the toilet at 
the time of a direct nuclear hit wouldn't bust their buns! (I guess there was 
an anticipation some of the people they would stick in these FEMA hidey holes 
were full of shit.) But we are getting off topic...

	Okay.  So you got a little COMMUNICATION problem.  A little
CO-ORDINATION problem.  That's where *C3I* comes in.  You say that 
"SEE cubed EYE".  That stands for COMMAND, CONTROL, COMMUNICATION, and
INTELLIGENCE.  C3I is the thread that patches the SIOP together.  It's the
glue that keep the nuclear pasties where they oughta be!  (C4I adds Counter-
measures to the list.) Very important: lotssa stuff to steal here.  This is 
about computers, satellites, phones, and radios.  (The Mitre Corp's big in 
this area.  You may know about them, since they're also getting into 
electronic cash these days.)  C3I basically started with David Packard who 
saw that military communications weren't worth beans.  He also initiated 
those flying Presidential command posts, using modified Boeing planes.

	Well, he departed in 1971.  Five years later, after the ever idiotic
Pentagon had gone out and bought a $100 million worth of Honeywell computers
that weren't even intended to operate in on-line mode (on-line's important 
for a communication system, don't you think?), an official in the Defense
Communication Agency reported that the system was crashing on average once
every 35 minutes.  ("Sorry, Mr. President, we would like to send that 1 
megaton baby on its way to Moscow, but the damned system's down.  Anyone
call Federal Express yet?")  

	Wimex (that the Worldwide Military Command and Control System) didn't
go on line at NORAD until Sept 1979.  And they did a mobilization simulation
("Proud Spirit") the next year, and Wimex fell on its ass, leaving military 
commanders in the dark about the readiness of their units for 12 hours.  So 
you see, Vincey boy, that national security's all about computers and 
communications and co-ordination.  They had military transports landing at 
military bases where the troops supposed to get on them hadn't even got the 
word to march.  We could have lost the war because we had stupid computers 
and stupid programmers.  Those Minutemans with megaton bombs ain't too 
scarey on 64k of RAM.

	Another example:  in the older missiles on the Navy's Poseidon
submarine the missile targets would be recorded on 8-inch magnetic disks.
The order to fire would come from an EAM, an Emergency Action Message.
This would be in code and would be compared to the version of the same
thing sitting in the submarine's Red Box.  If they were the same, the message
would be considered authentic and the firing procedure would commence. (The
subs present interesting communication problems, by the way, and besides
the communication stations around the world, you've got the TACAMO planes
flying around, relaying communications to the subs.  You could also use ELF,
extremely low frequency, broadcasts, but that would require antennas hundreds 
of miles long.)

	Well, now the Defense Communication Agency (DCA) keeps the President
or his successors (and in the National Command Authority control system 
which executes the SIOP, it's the VP, the Secretary of Defense, and the 
Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, in that order--not the VP, the Speaker of the 
House, the President Pro Tempore of the Senate, etc.--nope, Haig wasn't in
charge after all) in touch with his nuclear forces around the world.  DCA has 
hubs at the White House and at Camp David, which is tied right into Raven
Rock.

	But anyway, computer-wise, let me tell you about three money-making 
organizations you want to pay special attention to.  There's NRO, the 
National Reconnaisance Organization; NSA, the National Security Agency; and 
DMA, the Defense Mapping Agency.  They tell us what's coming (NRO), let us 
launch a response (NSA), and help us locate the goddamn target (DMA). Okay?  

	NRO is currently much of the nation's eyes and ears--a 24-hour a
day operation.  They're the ones in charge of the spy satellites.  The Air 
Force does the actual operation, but NRO is in charge.  NRO's run by a  
committee, the National Reconnaissance Executive Committee, chaired by the
CIA director.  That's so the satellite PRETTY PICTURES get shared by 
everyone, not just the fly-boys. Since 1992 NRO's been functionally organized 
(hint, hint, get specs) but before that there was an Air Force part, based 
out in El Segundo, California, that worked on Air Force reconnaisance 
satellites and made deals with contracters, a CIA part (they developed the 
KH-11 and RHYOLITE satellites), and a Navy part, responsible for the Navy's 
ocean surveillance satellites.

	The signals those satellites pick up are processed by the NSA, that
big sprawling place out at Fort George C. Meade, Maryland. They got regional  
SIGINT center for the satellite data at Menwith Hill Station in England;
Bad Aibling Station, Germany; Kunia, Oahu, Hawaii; Lackland Air Force Base
Training Annex, San Antonio, TX; Buckley Air National Guard Field, Aurora, 
CO; and Fort Gordon, Georgia.

	They also got a big South American listening post in Panama. Remember 
those Panama Canal negotiations, which your pal Jackson Stephens had a
financial interest in?  We were listening in on the Panama private chat. 
Well, remember old pineapple face, Noriega?  He was spying on our spying. 
Paid those NSA boys a regular fee to bring him tapes and computer printouts. 
(Your modern DIC-TA-TOR-SHIP ain't what it used to be.  Castro's got a big 
computer room in the Palace of the Revolution. I tell you, there's more to 
controlling a country than just the occasional photography session cuttin' 
down sugar cane with a machette in the hot sun.) 
	
	Anyway, NSA develops secure voice and data transmission links on
the Defense Satellite Communication System (DSCS) and the Satellite Data
System (SDS).  They are also responsible for communications security with
respect to strategic weapons systems such as the Minuteman missile.  That's
to prevent UN-AUTHOR-IZED access or interference or jamming. (There's a 
special message category called a NUCFLASH, which is notification of the
unauthorized launch of nuclear weapons.  Wonder why they have it?)  Targets 
can be changed by inputting a new set of numbers in the missile's memory.  

	Virtual bugs can be serious.  A few years ago a hacker kid got into 
Pentagon computers, and came pretty close to causing a nuclear EVENT, and 
they bumped his old man's ass right out of there.  And back in November 1979, 
a computer technician accidentally fed a training tape that simulated a 
missile raid against the U.S. into the live NORAD early warning system.

	Now get this:  the NSA develops the codes by which the President
must identify himself to authorize a nuclear strike.  You know the  
*Football*?  That's the black briefcase carried by the military Presidential
shadow.  It contains the Gold Codes (the Presidential instructions to
authorize the release of nuclear weapons), the SIOP attack options, and a
decision book. The Gold Codes are changed daily, one set going to the White 
House for the Football, and simultaneously to nuclear command posts around
the world.  The attack options are just subsets of potential targets.  For 
example, SIOP-5D, which came out in 1980, identified 40,000 potential 
targets, and gave the President Limited Attack Options, Selected Attack 
Options, Major Attack Options, and Regional Nuclear Options.  There were 
also two special categories: a pre-emptive strike against the Russkies, and 
LOW (Lauch on Warning) or LAU (Lauch Under Attack).

	Wonder who is on the list now?  If you're looking to find out, watch 
out for the two-man rule: no one person is supposed to have access to nuclear 
weapons and release codes and such, so you may need an accomplice, depending 
on what you're fixin' to do.  Hell, the President can't even open the   
Football--only the Director of the Military Office, the warrant officers,
and the military aides have the combo.

	The NSA put out the *National COMSEC Plan for Space Systems and
Nuclear Weapons Systems* back in 1982.  This has been updated, I guarantee
you, and you can get good cash for the latest version.

	Now, under W Group in the NSA's Directorate of Operations is the
Defense Special Missile and Astronautics Center (DEFSMAC).  That's a joint
DIA-NSA operation, which is the principal body of men and women who keep
minute-by-minute track of threats to the U. S. of A. from missiles, aircraft,
and other types of overt military activity.  Anything you can get on them
might give your enterprising enemy nation good ideas how to muck up their 
operation.  (What do you care?  You got one of them JEEP-1 cards, don'tcha?)
Their stuff goes everywhere: CIA, White House Situation Room, whatnot.

	Remember when Russians weren't even allowed to visit Dallas, Texas,
on account of all the surrounding defense electronics?  Well, one of the
reasons has to do with E-Systems, which does a lot of NSA's computer software 
and hardware.  (They developed that little *Herf gun*, you know, the one
that can take out a plane's guidance and control system?  The pilot finds 
himself pulling levers and pushing buttons, and nothing responds.  Deadly 
mother.  Good for causing plane crashes.) You already probably know a lot
about them, because of their relationship to Systematics.  The NSA's got
some new computers coming on.  Try to get the operating system or anything
like that.  

	The Defense Mapping Agency gets things contoured out so as the
missiles can find the target.  Once upon a time SIOP was just a set of black 
lines, all converging at Moscow, on the big map of the Soviet Union that
Curtis LeMay used to have. To get there, each SAC plane would carry the best 
maps of their target, most of them pre-WW2 jobs not worth shit. Hell, back
in 1941 RAF bombers had problems getting their bombs to within a five mile 
radius of the target.  Not very PRE-CISE.  (Bombs made one of them Poisson 
distributions around target:  read *Gravity's Rainbow*.)   

	Well, we still got that same precision problem. You saw that video 
they played over and over the in Gulf War?  That bomb dropping down the 
smokestack of a factory?  Don't you believe the BS for a minute. Seventy-five 
percent of those bombs went astray.  As for enemy terrain, we didn't know 
diddly-squat about the Soviet Union until the CIA got the word to do a high-
altitude plane, and they got Lockheed to turn out the U-2 in record time. It 
could fly at 70,000 feet. But tough on the pilot: two hours of pure oxygen 
so he wouldn't get the bends, and a diet of steak and eggs because there 
weren't any toilet facilities. Later the Joint Chiefs acquired control of 
the spy planes like SR-71 and RC-135, and signals were processed by the 
NSA and photos by the CIA.  

	But satellites, not spy planes, map most of it now, and the contours 
of the target terrain are stored in the missile's computer so it will know 
when it has reached target.  You know, like a gif file with all the naughty     
bits, where the computer matches pixel against pixel until it knows it's 
arrived on target and there's a great nuclear orgasm.  (No way to avoid 
digital because a few high altitude nukes will send out an EMP, an
electromagnetic pulse, that will wipe out the Global Positioning System.)

	Now, never forget, Vincey boy, there's always a ready market for
plutonium.  You know, the stuff they put in the bombs to make them go BOOM?
Well, now, all the nuclear facilities are guarded by a little outfit called
the Wackenhut Corporation.  Ed Meese came in and said, How my friends gonna
make any money if the Marines do the job?  Hell, we all know each Marine
comes with two PR agents, so we'll let one Wacky Hutterite do the job of  
three.  So it was, and now we're all getting rich, because those Wacky 
Hutterites are as entrepreneurial as hell.  

	Or similar products.  Remember how in the early 80s just when you 
were getting into the laundry business, they decided it was important to 
keep both Iran and Iraq equally armed, so no one would win the war?  Well, 
Iraq was about to get its ass kicked, so we made a crash program to help the 
Iraqis.  (In the Iran-Contra hearings even Ollie North said the coverup was 
itself a coverup. Because it wasn't Iran we were mostly dealing with, it was 
Iraq.)    

	Now you know Ihsan Barbouti, the Iraqi architect who has that 
engineering firm in Frankfurt and who came over here with a contract to 
build Iraqi airfields?  Well he invested in TK-7 of Oklahoma City, Pipeline
Recovery Systems of Dallas, and Product Ingredient Technology of Boca
Raton.  Want to know why?  TK-7 makes a fuel additive that can extend
the range of SCUD missiles and jet aircraft.  Pipeline Recovery coats pipes 
so they're usable in nuclear reactors and chemical-weapons plants.  And 
Product Ingredient Technology makes cherry flavoring.  (Gotcha there, 
didn't I?)  Ferric ferrocyanide is a by-product of cherry flavoring, and can 
be used to make hydrogen cyanide, a nice poison gas for the Kurds and whey.

	Well, guess who got the contract to covertly deliver all this stuff
to Iraq?  Wackenhut, naturally.  (Those boys are famous out here in Nevada, 
on account of guarding Area 51 and such like research facilities.  It's a
weird scene out here.  Between Reno and Las Vegas off highway 95 they got 
the *Naval Undersea Warfare Center*.  In the middle of the desert!  It's  
a nuclear bunker for nuclear-armed torpedos and such.  If that mother ever
goes up, it'll leave the nearby town of Hawthorne flat as a Dow Corning
breast implant.  They'll be breathing Hawthorne molecules from here to 
Tonopah.)  

	If you find all this nuclear stuff too confusing, you might try
stealing a copy of the *President's Daily Brief* which covers the most
significant information from the previous day, including info from the
nation's most sensitive sources.  I'm sure your better-financed enemy 
nation will pay top dollar for a copy passed along daily.

	Whatever you do, don't get any legal advice from the NSA.

Your friend,

Har Meggido

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