The Real OG. Or is it?
It’s not me.
I don’t care what you’ve read, what you’ve heard, or what you’ve seen.
It’s not me.
“What ’ave you been up to, my lad?” asks my supervisor, code-named “M.”
For starters, nobody in their right mind would give the likes of me access to a “secure” area. I do my little bit of business in an extremely insecure area at the corner of Social Security and 401(k).
I don’t take pictures of classified documents. I take pictures of sunrises and mountains and cute lil’ kitty-cats.
And while I may occasionally cause discord, I don’t use Discord.
Now, who you gonna believe, me or your lyin’ eyes?
Oh, before I forget: Please burn your computer, laptop, tablet, or phone after reading.
’Scuse me, someone’s at the door. …
Tags: Gummint secrets, leaks, OG
Mad Blog Media 
April 13, 2023 at 7:40 am |
Yep, Patrick. First thing I thought of was “oh, man, who is gonna feed the cat with Patrick locked up in the Federal B&B?”
Seriously, now. First, I think whoever leaked this stuff should be broken on the wheel and left to die in the Mojave Desert, surrounded by bottles of ice cold Gatorade just out of reach. Secondly, I think whoever granted the cretin a clearance ought to lose his or her job and be prosecuted for First Degree Abject Stupidity.
I can’t believe how sloppy the government gets. Snowden was a private, for god’s sakes. Now this. Immaturity does not go with a high level clearance. Are we now putting NSI and SCI authorization and broad NTK in Cracker Jacks boxes?
Sorry, but given my past line of work, I’m simply livid.
April 13, 2023 at 7:57 am |
Yup, somebody fucked up real stylish here. Glad it wasn’t me.
Herself works in a secure location — badges, secret handshakes, Procedures That Must Be Followed Without Exception, no personal electronics, random polygraphs and dope tests, etc., et al., and so on and so forth — and you gotta wonder how a lulu like this OG bozo still manages to find a way through all the man-traps, set-guns and tripwires and spooges all this spy-stuff across the Internets.
Someone is gonna wind up in Gitmo with his nuts superglued to his forehead.
April 13, 2023 at 8:27 am |
Insider threat is the really scary part. You already let someone inside the Cone of Silence and that’s when things can go really wrong if you give the keys to the national car to a person who violates your trust.
https://www.dhs.gov/science-and-technology/cybersecurity-insider-threat
April 13, 2023 at 8:55 am |
And it never seems to occur to the habitués of Pee-Wee’s Playhouse that some poor shlub(s) might get it in the neck as a consequence of their shenanigans. Makes the G.R.O.S.S. club founded by Calvin and Hobbes look like the Algonquin Round Table.
April 13, 2023 at 9:01 am |
First thing I thought of after reading your blog post was that your Dad flew in combat in the Pacific War. If someone had leaked times and flight routes of those air transports and a flock of Zeros showed up, you might not be here today. In fact, reading the other guy’s class notes is how we killed Adm. Yamamoto–breaking the Japanese code, knowing their flight plans, and greeting him with a Welcome Wagon of P-38’s.
This shit is serious. Hence my comment about sloppy clearance granting, NTK, not guarding the door to the Inner Sanctum, and immaturity. Sheesh.
April 13, 2023 at 9:39 am |
There is no way to read a person’s mind. And, their behavior can change without any telltale external signs. Probably a trump cult member with a little weenie and big ego with way too much screen time.
April 13, 2023 at 9:42 am |
True, which I thought was why we compartmentalized information.
April 13, 2023 at 10:12 am |
Another underdeveloped incel douchebag suffering from Lookit Me Disorder.
April 13, 2023 at 11:22 am |
I haven’t been involved with this for 19 years, but I assume that need to know and compartments still exist. Once they determine the classification authority (the entity that originally classified the information) then they can track the distribution. So, it will take a little time, but they will find the location of the leak, and from there the person responsible. I haven’t read about this much, and I perhaps assumed too much. Remember, as Uncle George told me, “If a frog had a glass ass, it would only jump one time.”
April 13, 2023 at 10:04 am |
“It’s not me” is exactly what a spy would say. Well played but not fooling us!!
April 13, 2023 at 10:08 am |
April 13, 2023 at 10:05 am |
Not the best source but thought this applied:
https://www.getyarn.io/yarn-clip/15b61820-0ab1-41a2-a030-951d5e5bd3ce
April 13, 2023 at 10:48 am |
We have met the enemy, and he is us.
“…a private online group named Thug Shaker Central, where about 20 to 30 people, mostly young men and teenagers, came together over a shared love of guns, racist online memes and video games.”
April 13, 2023 at 12:44 pm |
It would appear that a 21-year-old member of the Massachusetts Air National Guard is now assisting the FBI with its inquiries. Oof.
From the WaPo:
April 13, 2023 at 1:26 pm |
According to the NYT, he is now in custody.
April 13, 2023 at 1:41 pm |
Yeh, I was being facetious. Dude is in the bracelets and headed for the deep end of the sewage lagoon.
That shit should start flowing downhill directly toward his little gamer pals. Also, upstream in his chain of command. Lotta people’s lives are about to get very different very quickly.
From the NYT:
The WaPo describes Teixeira as “a cyber transports systems journeyman, a job that includes troubleshooting communications equipment.” I hate to point fingers, but it seems our dude may have engaged in a bit of unauthorized mission creep.
April 13, 2023 at 2:14 pm |
I think your assessment is spot on.
April 13, 2023 at 2:30 pm |
Unauthorized mission creep. It sounds to me like his chain of command will have some tough questions to answer as to how a low level guy had all that access. This will be one case where gravity should work in reverse–the shit needs to flow uphill; I can imagine some brass right now looking at early retirement or worse. I don’t know what charges could be filed against the members of the Beavis and Butthead Club, since presumably they didn’t have security clearances and may not have had a clue.
Heh. My legislator was trying to introduce a bill to not sell ARs to anyone under 21. Sounds like when it comes to guns or secrets, maybe it should be 31.
April 13, 2023 at 2:43 pm |
I dunno if we need an age limit. Maybe prospective purchasers should be asked, “Do you know the difference between Online and MeatWorld?”
April 13, 2023 at 6:52 pm |
No age limit is necessary, but a ban is. And, a private transfer of an assault weapon should also be banned. You can keep it, but you can’t sell it. Nobody needs one, and the private fun factor isn’t worth the public cost. Enough is enough.
April 14, 2023 at 12:41 am |
Well the article said OG was in his mid-20s, something you and I haven’t seen in nigh on 40 years. So yeah we knew he wasn’t you. 🙂
April 14, 2023 at 6:29 am |
I was thinking about the stupid shit I was doing when I was 21. Living in a singlewide trailer in Greeley, Colorado; drinking beer and taking drugs with an assortment of oddballs, weirdos, and maniacs; listening to a lot of John Prine; reading a metric shit-ton of commie claptrap; drawing cartoons; writing in my journal (analog blogging); chasing girls, who were proving remarkably hard to catch; and occasionally going to classes and doing homework, which (allegedly) was why I was in Greality in the first place.
Not much there to interest the FBI. Good thing, too, because I could’ve had an agent living in the trailer with me and I wouldn’t have noticed unless s/he shit on the floor, which my dog did whenever he was mad at me.
April 14, 2023 at 5:40 am |
Our lab analysis of M’s throne photo reveals a bicycle in the background. Our data base shows that if one bicycle from a pack of bicycles (such as you have) gets special attention as we see here, it usually leads to chaos beyond imagination. Jealousy and petty grievances infect the pack and unexpectedly you’ll find broken spokes, flat tires and squealing brakes. While no amount of apologies to the other bikes will cease the infectious spread, a liberal use of Boeshield all around the pack might help regain order. Act quickly here Patrick as you are in danger.
April 14, 2023 at 6:54 am |
El Rancho Pendejo is a microcosm of America, my man. The pricey, stylish bikes — the custom Nobilette, the Co-Motion Divide Rohloff, and the Rivendell Sam Hillborne — get to live indoors with The Big Boss Man. (The two Steelman Eurocrosses really should, too, but Herself’s patience stretches only so far.)
Everyone else lives in the garage. I hear them whispering to themselves — “Arise ye pris’ners of starvation … Arise ye wretched of the earth. …” — but they stick a sock in it when I march into the garage to select one of their number for a brutal hour on the mean streets of The Duck! City.
One of them will probably crash me on May Day and the Revolution will begin.
“No more tradition’s chains shall bind us … Arise, ye slaves, no more in thrall. …”
April 14, 2023 at 9:47 am |
Yeah, I like that chair. The fine feline understands true style taking up residence upon it.
Herb did you notice the odd brick? 7th row up and 3rd from the left. I think that’s where he hides it. Don’t say anything though, I wouldn’t want him to know that we know. That would be like releasing classified secrets.
April 14, 2023 at 7:59 am |
“No more chains shall bind us.” And, my chain is going to drop first time this shitbird gets out of the saddle.