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Dusty Foggo, the CIA’s executive director under Porter Goss, was sentenced yesterday to more than three years in prison for funneling agency procurement contracts to an old friend and defense contractor. Court papers refer to two of Foggo’s mistresses, including one he had hired at the CIA at a six-figure salary. The papers also include affidavits from a number of unidentified John and Jane Does.
I asked a former senior CIA official for his reaction to the case (sentencing documents available here via ProPublica). His remarks have been lightly edited.
The mistress stuff is classic Dusty. There were more than the ones mentioned. Dusty was a disgusting guy, but that is the monster that is the Directorate of Administration, the most powerful part of the agency. They control money, personnel, administration, and the office of security, and have the ability to fuck over anyone, anywhere in the agency. Dusty destroyed a lot of people on his climb to the top and while he was Exdir. So many of us were floored when Goss made him Exdir.
John Doe 1 is the affidavit that counts. He was a legendary officer and great leader. A decorated veteran of Vietnam and just about every covert conflict the agency was involved in since then. He was the last true capable boss of Special Activities Division. He was genuinely trying to make long overdue changes to make the system work better and more secure and all of it was destroyed by Dusty. The culmination of which was the loss of millions of dollars in exposed and compromised assets.
Jane Doe 1 was the senior support woman he canned to make room for his squeeze. Dusty was a real class act. The lawyer he canned is a part that will likely blow up; she can sue. She was removed from her job because she told Dusty something he didn’t want to hear. Shitting on a female lawyer was over the top, but as Exdir, Dusty was untouchable. Its hard to really grasp how fucked up things got under Goss. It was a disaster, that sent the agency into a high speed dive into the abyss. They were on a slide into irrelevance before Goss arrived, but that period caused an acceleration down that has yet to stop. Criminal malfeasance.
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I recently spent a semester teaching writing at an elite liberal-arts college. At strategic points around the campus, in shades of yellow and green, banners displayed the following pair of texts. The first was attributed to the college’s founder, which dates it to the 1920s. The second was extracted from the latest version of the institution’s mission statement:
The paramount obligation of a college is to develop in its students the ability to think clearly and independently, and the ability to live confidently, courageously, and hopefully.
Let us take a moment to compare these texts. The first thing to observe about the older one is that it is a sentence. It expresses an idea by placing concepts in relation to one another within the kind of structure that we call a syntax. It is, moreover, highly wrought: a parallel structure underscored by repetition, five adverbs balanced two against three.
Percentage of Britons who cannot name the city that provides the setting for the musical Chicago:
An Australian entrepreneur was selling oysters raised in tanks laced with Viagra.
A naked man believed to be under the influence of LSD rammed his pickup truck into two police cars.
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“Shelby is waiting for something. He himself does not know what it is. When it comes he will either go back into the world from which he came, or sink out of sight in the morass of alcoholism or despair that has engulfed other vagrants.”