In quotes, because a person, or series of human beings are reading this letter, not an organization.

Organizations don’t read, countries don’t hack computers. People do.

I use a similar argument when dealing with “gang” crime in Los Angeles. The gang didn’t commit the crime, young man. You did.

Our organizations have “codes” but overriding them all in this country are national, state and local laws.

No one is above them.

***

Covert, secret ops not known to the people of the United States is, over time: illegal in a “democracy.”

Democracy appears in quotes because that government system is misnamed. “People-rule” is impossible. We can never rule this planet, our land or the universe alone. We are not that powerful. No person is in charge during an earthquake or tsunami; we have to take the losses—

Why “God” and Higher Power are still great entities, concepts, and targets for prayer and supplication. (acts of the humble)

Humility itself is a Good thing. I learned of the word deeply in the process of rooting alcohol-as-drink out of my life, starting in 1995, my last drink of the toxic liquid in 2002.

To us AA’s and in some dictionaries, you will find “humility” defined as knowing your place in the world. A realistic view, that finds you in true perspective: That there is a great Power in the universe. That You are NOT IT.

You can win a battle or two over the Power, feel control by judging or killing others. By playing war games, and treating human beings as cattle, their murders as means to some diabolical end.

And in stepping into rifle position, a war control room, buttons at disposal to decide someone or a group’s “life or death,” their physical fate: there is for some a rush that comes from control/manipulation, a feeling of “superiority” through defeating another in competitive battle.

***

The problem is: if winning or losing is the aim, LOSS is always chosen when murder, death and war is chosen.

From the Tao Te Ching:

31
Weapons are the tools of violence;
all decent men detest them.

Weapons are the tools of fear;
a decent man will avoid them
except in the direst necessity
and, if compelled, will use them
only with the utmost restraint.
Peace is his highest value.
If the peace has been shattered,
how can he be content?
His enemies are not demons,
but human beings like himself.
He doesn’t wish them personal harm.
Nor does he rejoice in victory.
How could he rejoice in victory
and delight in the slaughter of men?

He enters a battle gravely,
with sorrow and with great compassion,
as if he were attending a funeral.

That wisdom from 600 B.C. is lost on an angry militant in love with guns, murder, war and death from a young age.

To that group, Jesus of Nazareth would only warn that “to live by the gun” results in “dying by the gun.”

And God bless them!! A tough road to see so darkly into themselves and their worth—that murder and killing of other people “makes sense.”

My poem on CIA, Crime, and Murder:

Belly of the Beast

We should have nothing to do
with conquest.
–Thomas Jefferson

America’s number one crime family
is CIA, the conquest instinct
alive and kicking as the Devil
rocks excited, kicking up dust manifest
towards suffocating destiny.

I love you, don’t get me wrong:

the sinner in me not far from
my steps, I was a drunk high on
alcoholic beverages, C₂H₅OH
ethyl not Lucy—flammable and
volatile, a first fuel for
rockets…

Down the hatch, no way to catch—
you had to ask God, Something big
and powerful in prayer.

(But it was so much easier to join
a gang. For me it was almost the
Pasadena Bloods, wearing red putting
hands up against the night. Red
clothes, red SUV—tinted and pretty.
Instant Family!!!)

That’s how the CIA does it as well,
Mafioso-like recruitment in your
lonely hour needing friends.

A “purpose…”

Even if that purpose is evil, it justifies
itself in group therapy and togetherness,
we’re all together in this mess!!!

Raise your glass to lack of tenderness;
it’s “National Security” that will veil
our silliness.

Grown men and women tip-toeing
around spreading lies, propaganda and
reasons foreign leaders must die, so
we can get paid “killing” them, even if
ideas and spirit never die.

The mob and gang mentality is similar
in our highest criminal courts, who
accept at times the misnamed
“cui bono” (who benefits) AS IF FROM
A MURDER OF ANOTHER HUMAN BEING
ANYONE, ANYTIME…

BENEFITS.

No one wins with murder. Murder is just
murder. A lost spirit. A lost potential.

A lost set of ideas and actions, that perhaps
you do not like now; they oppose you
or your plans to own, or financially gain
or win some short term prize.

But TO MURDER. To Murder a foreign
“leader,” a man or woman from man and
woman like you, a fellow trudger on this
earth, a brother or sister who played in
a sandbox like you did.

Maybe they lacked that opportunity.

We can love, seek to understand over
always being understood; we can open
up and learn another point of view.

Bend or break! The killer, conquering
instinct from Satan not God, no matter
what you call it, from a “business move”
to “national security.”

Evil is evil, killing killing, and killing is never
national or self-defense.

***

That may be my last American poem.

I plan to move east soon into Crow land, get a job while my writing tries to succeed.

Then to England, if they’ll have me.  Where my forefathers were born, those three Welsh Watkins brothers hauling over on the “Jamestown” expedition in 1606/7.

I put a lot of quotes on things, I know.  The last set for “Jamestown,” for when you think about it: what a vain and sick thing to do, to come into another people’s land and start naming it after your home king.

More about Native America and other poems of mine at http://www.travelingpoet.net.

I’ll sign off with a pledge of service to CIA as a humble writer who could help you find humility on Twitter and in your Mission Statement.

Humility should be a goal, as America waits for the 3000+ JFK docs in October.

You are on Earth already.  Might as well admit it, come down to it, and become an upstanding information service, drop the cloaks/daggers, shake hands with the world at UN and be a part of that 1945 charter for World Peace.  (At Last)

Good luck transitioning to Peace.  As a sober drunk, I have become a master of sober peaceful days starting with a God-directed daily schedule.  I write “Sleep” at the end of every schedule.

That is humility.

Love and Peace…

—Bill Watkins
Nephew of Admiral James D. Watkins