When I first started working for the sociopaths and mercenaries in Washington, D.C. I had to keep reminding myself it was real, not some nightmare. There I was, sitting in a room in our nation's capitol listening to people who were employed to serve and protect talking about their employers and fellow countrymen like farmers discussing animals at a livestock auction. Not once in thirty-five years did I hear anyone say in private that what we were doing or planning was best for America, let alone the world. It was always what was best for the administration, the agency, the House or the Senate. If the masses should happen to benefit from the plan, so much the better; but that was never a goal or even a sub-goal. This is what it's all about…