Ου γαρ εστιν κρυπτον εαν μη ινα φανερωθη,
ουδε εγενετο αποκρυφον αλλ'ινα ελθη εις φανερον.
Mark 4. 22

Preface

It has been said that Homer's “Iliad” may properly be named “The Wrath of Achilles”. This story of mine may in the same way be properly named “The Wrath of [A Former Secretary of the United States Department of Homeland Security]”. To speak plainly about this story's subject matter, it is a story of a drawn out court battle at the International Court of Justice between the leading intelligence agencies of the United States, China, Russia, and France, a court battle in which I have been the main piece of evidence. This story is about the struggle between lies and truth – the horrifying consequence of telling the truth without thinking in a world where people, per the generosity of a great government, are only supposed to believe in the opposite of reality. It is above all a story about a scandal, the greatest scandal in the history of intelligence agencies and international relations: the legal faulty conviction of China as a terrorism-sponsoring state based on imaginary evidences. Otherwise hyperbolic descriptives like “greatest”, “the most... in human history”, and “unprecedented in human history” will be perfectly suited to the following story in many of its aspects.

It is a long, and most painful, journey to tread from an insignificant failed life through being idiotically labeled a “terrorist suspect” and then being eyed for something by an elite intelligence agency to being falsely labeled again firstly as a politically dangerous schizophrenic and then as a “multinational criminal and perverted foreign agent who is not even himself but only pretending to be himself”. Then, after that, to be slandered as a violent delusional criminal and violent delusional psychopathic stalker –and forced to become such, physically, through the US government's latest mind-control technology. The result is to have become the person most slandered in the history of humankind. Never before in the history of humankind has so much falsehood been manufactured about a single person to such a large audience. Never before in the history of humankind has a government spent so much resources playing pranks on a single person: after six years of investigation, surveillance, sting operations, and clandestine operations, the US government alone – not to mention a host of other governments around the world – has by November 2010 spent more than two billion dollars on me already. Not to count two more years after that.

This story – in the first half at least, before it takes an unexpected turn toward a certain “Mexican disaster” – is about the most deadly disease in the universe, the wrath of [that former Secretary of DHS]: this disease will forever severe your ties with the rest of humanity through the most horrifying slander spread to the farthest corner of the earth, such that you must forever dwell in your unhappiness alone. It's also about the struggle with the minimum of resources against the greatest force of destruction in the world who has just about the entire planet at his disposal. It's also about a most twisted, vengeful, and vicious personality around, namely, that former Secretary of DHS. It's also a story about surveillance, from round-the-clock watching of every move you make to deliberate false watching of your moves here and there devised to erase your existence from the memory of humankind. This story – or rather the first half of it – is most of all a story about Americans, or rather about their dark side rarely known or seen by others, leur coté obscur. This story would describe to you how one of the most generous and most open-minded people on the planet could become one of the most deceptive people in human history and the most skillful in human history in cloaking their ill-intention behind a veil of kindness and smiles. This story, that is, is more generally a journey into the darkest side of the human psychic. It's lastly a story about how a most powerful person, that former Secretary of the DHS, devoid of substance, education, and intelligence but deeply jealous of anyone with intelligence and talent, devotes his life and the national resources at his disposal to the destruction of another person with such intelligence and talent but yet belonging to the lowest rank of society and the reduction of him to the lowest and most despicable life form imaginable. After all, intelligence, talent, and most importantly honesty are anathema to the form of power which his great government – the US government as transformed by neoconservatism – represents and therefore must be suppressed. It's finally a story about betrayal, how this darkest personality has orchestrated the betrayal by every single human being a person has ever met. This story in the end is a very sad story about how an insignificant failed life could have gotten so much worse to a point unprecedented in human history, almost ending up being erased altogether, not physically but worse, in the collective consciousness of humankind – and all through the mistakes and malice of others. And ultimately, it is about considering whether anger toward the aforementioned most horrifying disease in the universe is worth the effort at all – whether the personality so named is a moral agent toward whom anger or revenge is ever necessary just as one would not think of anger and blame toward a great white shark which has bitten off one's legs in the ocean.

And this is just the first half of the story, the story about how China was falsely convicted in the International Court of Justice in its lawsuit with the United States from November 2007 until August 2008, and then about how Russia was first falsely convicted similarly but then won the International Court of Justice by February 2010. This first half of story will reveal to you the national psyche of both China and Russia, the guilty complex, born from an inferiority complex, of the Chinese psyche which allowed China to be so thoroughly victimized by the neoconservative United States in the International Court of Justice after the slight wrong doing of its intelligence service, and the opposite psyche of the Russians who stood up against American aggression and fought like a dog in the International Court, without guilt, with every breath still available to it, and with utter ingenuity. The story is at the same time a critique of neoconservatism, a most profound philosophy of government through deception and hypocrisy. It is also a critique of the American people, of their mindless obedience to authority. For the answer to the question of how a people otherwise known to be the most open-minded and generous in the world could have become the most deceptive and hypocritical in history certainly lies in their easy gullibility by and cultivated obedience toward authority, contrary to the stereotype of the American people as a disobedient crowd who constantly question the authority. Perhaps Americans have at times been simply more degraded to the human levels than other peoples, as I shall here quote Nietzsche in Also sprach Zarathustra in regard to the first three characteristics of living beings:

“Aber, wo ich nur Lebendiges fand, da hörte ich auch die Rede vom Gehorsame. Alles Lebendiges ist ein Gehorchendes

Und dies ist das Zweites: Dem wird befohlen, der sich nicht selber gehorchen kann. So ist es des Lebendigen Art.

Dies aber ist das Dritte, was ich hörte: dass Befehlen schwerer ist, als Gehorchen. Und nicht nur, dass der Befehlende die Last aller Gehorchenden trägt, und dass leicht ihn diese Last zerdrückt.”

“But wherever I found living beings, there I also heard the talk of obedience. All living beings are obeying beings.

And this is the second: he will be commanded, who cannot obey himself. Such is the nature of living beings.

And this is the third thing which I heard: that commanding is harder than obeying. And not only because the commanding one carries the burden of all the obeying one, but also because this burden easily crushes him.”

The story is at last meant to introduce you to my psychology – the truly unfortunate struggle of a Borderline Personality Disorder, who lacked social skills and judgment to begin with, against clandestine operations from the best intelligence agencies from around the world – and the etiology of my disease – how I have become without doubt the greatest recorder in the history of humankind, a person who has attempted to record and document every single second of his life for several years by now. How, in the destitute and utter loneliness left by the complete destruction of his social life and his relation to machines through these clandestine operations, this Borderline Personality has felt the need to record and videotape the twilight zone which the intelligence agencies produced as his environment, his suffering thereby, and all the operations and secret agents and actors and actresses which made up his entire life. This story of mine traces for you the development of an unprecedented form of mental illness in response to dealing with the latest form of intelligence operations – the kind which envelopes your entire environment, everyone you meet and every machine you touch: how I have been reduced in the end (by the beginning of 2011) to a sort of autistic and nervous recording freak responding with nervous breakdown and with resumed self-mutilation behavior to every instance of computer malfunctioning. Adding to this my original lack of social skills and social judgment – how do I, in my current shape, communicate, with any sort of credibility, to the available, but mostly indifferent, human ears the pain and suffering I have gone through after four full years of clandestine operations? The operations I want to describe to you are simply so bizarre, and yet so complex – it doesn't seem to matter that I have recorded and videotaped it all since 2008: who has the time to listen to and watch thousands and thousands of hours of audio recordings and videos of the strange happenings? How do I bring this vast amount of material to those who would pay a bit of attention after I shall have spent years indexing these?

I have lived a failed and miserable life. I have been a social failure. A worthwhile thing I have done is to have once written a book to enlighten people about what enlightenment is (The Path toward Scientific Enlightenment). Now I write this book also to make you wiser about the political life in which you are unconsciously immersed and the game of deception of which you have always unawares been the victim. You will learn at once, for example, that you have been thoroughly misled as to the nature of the intelligence business. If we take the Central Intelligence Agency's clandestine service as an example – one of the central dramatis personae in the following narrative: ever since the 911 attacks in New York and Washington a myth has been perpetuated in the media that the Agency's main purpose has been to fight terrorism. In reality, the Agency's clandestine service's main goal has never changed, namely, covert operations at home to take down those deemed a threat to the Agency's secrecy and abroad to cause, without the world's knowing, instability and dissent in the foreign nation states with which the United States was in competition, and the nature of its personnel – most prominently, attractive females – would hardly be what ordinary people could imagine based on the myth with which they have been fed. Terrorism has in fact always been a low priority in Agency's task list. Most of the news and information available about the Agency in the public domain have in fact been put forward as smoke screen and illusion to divert attention away from what the Agency was really about. What these mythic entities – the intelligence agencies from around the world – were once really like is one of the things that you will learn from this story of mine.

And let me tell you at once: there can be no entity more mythical and unreal in the world than the Russian foreign intelligence service SVR, the best in the world. In the first part of this story, the Russian intelligence figures as the blameless protagonist, fighting for justice for themselves and saving the world and humanity from the horrifying evil plan of the neoconservatives. Unlike the Chinese intelligence, who has had at least blemishes, and very much unlike the Central Intelligence Agency, which treads on the borderline of morals due to its cultish narcissism. Not to mention the clandestine units of the Department of Homeland Security, which are composed entirely of thugs. But this is why the second part of this story is very sad and disappointing. It chronicles the disastrous history of the project to rewrite the evidentiary record of this ICJ trial in order to dismantle the traditional antagonism between East and West, where, as soon as the Russians invited a Mexican royal to be part of their team, they got stabbed in the back by him, such that they would have to betray me, abandon me, torture me, and betray everyone else simply for the sake of survival. All their geniuses notwithstanding, the Russians have not known about the dangers of making friends with Mexican royals, it seems.

By the time you are reading this, when the battle at the International Court of Justice has mostly settled down at last, I really would not be able to tell you anymore what the primary tasks of the Agency or the Russian SVR would be. Because of this court battle, nations have come so much closer to each other, and no intelligence agency has any more secrets hidden from the other major intelligence agencies. Neither could I imagine the Agency plan any more covert operations in China or Russia to cause instability and political fragmentation therein. This story tells the end of the intelligence business as we have known it (or as we have not known it). This story will bring human faces upon the intelligence officials of the United States, China, and Russia who have usually been hidden from view. It will be a narrative history analyzing what these very human figures might do under pressures and bait – especially the American and Chinese intelligence officials – and a criticism of the unreality and formalism of the Western model of justice as the Court of Laws. You will be surprised by the truly humanness of either the grand figures of politics or the hidden figures of the intelligence world. And you will be surprised to learn that, in the end, the best guys were found in the unlikely camp, namely among the Russians.

The rest are however ambiguous, nothing but cases of Borderlines. This story of mine chronicles my ambiguous relationship with the Agency – in my status as the longest running target of its clandestine service. In the beginning I loved them for their beauty and goodness; and then I hated them for their lying and cheating and framing of the innocents; and in the end I loved them again and wanted to save them with all I got. The Agency's moral status is also characterized by the borderline and the ambiguous in this narrative. You will see here both their good side and their dark side. I'm myself a case of the Borderline. The thoroughly “bad guy” here is Mr former Secretary of the DHS and the thoroughly “good guy” is the Russian intelligence, while the other main characters – myself and the Agnecy – are cases of the borderlines.

But ultimately this story is a story also about the uneasy partnership between the Agency and the neoconservatives. Since the 1980s the Central Intelligence Agency and the neoconservatives had developed a tremendous mutual dislike of each other, and the former had been at war with the administration when the neoconservatives seized power in 2001. By the time my narrative begins in 2006, the Agency had already succumbed to the political supremacy of the neoconservative force, and the lawsuit over me in the International Court in late 2007 had only furthered this submission. Yet, in the end, when the Agency was facing total destruction in face of the Russians' fighting back in the International Court during the beginning of 2010, it made the right decision in accepting a Russian offer and defecting to the Russian side, severing its partnership with Mr former Secretary and his neoconservative cliques and thus preserving itself for the coming new era.

At the outset I will of course have to warn you that the following will not be an easy narrative to understand. Only a minority of the human population will be able to understand this narrative completely. This work is written only for a marginalized portion of humanity and a small number of “experts” while it will for sure be dismissed by the majority of people if they should ever lay eyes on portions of it for long. Indeed, only the very bright and the very open-minded will be able to learn something from the extraordinary experience of an otherwise social failure and nervous freak who everyday finds life unmanageable. If truth is something which is accessible to anyone, then there wouldn't be in our vocabulary the distinction between “wisdom” and “common sense”. That truth will always be beyond the comprehension of the majority of the people is one of the major reasons why a terrifying philosophy of government like neoconservatism could have flourished and the principle upon which it has been based could have found justification. Namely, the thinking of the elites that, since ordinary people will never understand what the government is doing even if you explain it to them, you might as well deceive them with sweet dreams so that they won't interfere with our big business and grand plans – which in the end however are really only good for the elites themselves.

Need I remind you that this story you are holding in your hand is a true story? Of course, by the time you read this story, as said, the dust of the battle at the International Court will have mostly settled and the relationship between the United States and the Western world in general on one side and Russia on the other, and between the United States and China, will all have been normalized, as if this most vicious court battle in the history of humankind had never happened – all this again thanks, it seems, to the effort of the Russian Prime Minister with the help of the judges of the International Court. For the elites, this story has a happy ending, how the Russians forgave all the Western powers which had wronged them on simply the condition that they keep their past sphere of influence, the formerly Soviet states which the West had before this tried to grab away from Russia. What's more important is that those who have access to the evidentiary record of the International Court may find several versions of the lawsuits, and yet none of the versions are like the version that is told here – unless you have access to the evidnetiary record pure and simple. If you have ever seen me in person, you would perhaps not believe that someone like me could have been so targeted by the intelligence agencies from around the world. I have always looked so utterly inconspicuous and even retarded, ungifted in the confidence needed to establish the credibility and worthiness of my words in the eyes of others. I have just told you: now the matter is made worse after my emotional constitution has been made weaker by the trauma and I look ever more unfit. I must first tell you that I am just this kind of a paradoxical creature, a person with enormous talent in one domain and yet completely disabled in other aspects of ordinary life. I have great analytical and literary talent – not to mention artistic – but am absolutely an emotional mess in the rest of my life, a “drama queen” as my best friend has called my Borderline constitution. Such kind of composition is not unusual among artists and intellectuals. In retrospect I can tell you that the Agency's clandestine service has made a grave mistake in coming to me thinking that they could exploit this paradoxical nature on my part for their benefit. They thought they could use my talent for their operation in China while exploiting my crazy look with the lack of credibility it entailed in order to keep the operation in utter secrecy. Thus they would run into the greatest disaster in their history and become partner of the devil throughout 2008 and 2009 in order to protect themselves. They simply should not have coveted someone with severe personality disorder and emotional instability no matter how ingenious this person was in some other respects of life which were of value to them, namely, intuition and intellect. (As you read through the following story you will come to see what I am talking about here.) I should remind you secondly of this, that my tremendous nervous tension is precisely the result of all these years of suffering intelligence operations, just as you should not disbelieve the story of abuse which a nervous freak tells you he or she has gone through simply because he or she looks all nervous and is breaking down. He or she is not making up a story of abuse or imagining it out of his or her head as a function of his or her nervousness: his or her nervousness and mental disarray are precisely and rather the function of the abuse he or she is telling you about and you should not doubt it.