Undercover World - unclothed

There has not been much feedback on my last post, Sleeping With The Enemy. We live in a land where Drug Lords are parliamentarians, Prostitutes are popular actresses, Swindlers are TV anchors, and most damning of all, Economic Hitmen are rulers & policy advisers! Someone once said the major shortcoming of democracy is that “Ze rulerz reflect their constituents”. How true.

In the novel 1984, in the land of Oceania, Ministry of Truth is concerned with spreading lies and adjusted history, Ministry of Peace is conducting War, and so on. Pretty depressing if you read it. I was fortunate – only watched the film version and there was one fit bird in that too. Definitely worth it..

Does that mean that many people around us are of duplicitous nature? Surely if drug lords are policy makers who pass laws against drugs, and ministry of truth is really making lies, how about people we meet in everyday life? Could they be really some others, you know. Isaac Asimov wrote a compelling short story titled The Hostess covering a similar theme. They seem to be everywhere, so the situation looks grim form the very outset. Maybe things are better in UK, I am sure, since many people want to go there to claim asylum. Lets see.

In UK, you just can't leave out Mr. Kim and the Cambridge spy ring, can you. Since that happened when I was in senior college, things may have improved a bit by now. Alas, love's labour lost. Good old Blighty hasn't done much better if you believe the news print up there. Ex-wife of police spy tells how she fell in love and had children with him, cries out The Guardian. As we all know, this is taking things one step too far from simply hiding a homing device in your car. This time they have taken matters to WW2 SOE level by sending infiltrators into protest activist groups. Infiltrators themselves have later gone one step too far, like their superiors, and have had sexual relations with their “targets”, started to sympathise with the very cause they went to sabotage, gave evidence at courts to make previous activist convictions unsafe, and so on. Stockholm Syndrome, cries The Guardian. But I could hear Carlton Koon laughing in his grave. I am laughing too, not because Koon is laughing, but because the women involved have now resorted to playing the all too familiar victim card.

Poor girl, a member of Reclaim the Streets (a bunch of idiots who block traffic including ambulances and nice guys like me on the way to meeting television actresses) sat next to someone she thought was nice Mr Jim Sutton at Cock Tavern pub in Euston during an activist meeting. That is, they were preparing the blue print of stopping me from getting to see the actress girl. In short, they met, had a chat, dated, loved, and then got married and had kids too. Both parents being bastards, wonder what the kids will turn out to be when they grow up. Scares the hell out of me. What she did not know was that Jim Sutton was really officer Jim Boyling, a policeman living undercover among eco-activists.

They had some fine times it seems. Yet she now repents, saying things like she felt like a prostitute; just an unknowing and unpaid one. What's there to complain? You should feel bad if you ever felt like a television actress in Sri Lanka, a known & paid prostitute, yet purporting to be a dignified person. This is what Mrs Sutton (sorry, Mrs Boyling) has to say about the fallout: These surveillance operations wreck lives; I was reading stories that this was happening to so many other women who were at risk of falling for their lies; I'd been suffering post traumatic stress for a long time; I wasn't even able to recognise my face in the mirror.

Having read her story, even I am getting to feel sorry for her. No, I have not forgiven you for that traffic incident. How much do you think I suffered not being able to meet the television actress? Things really took a vicious turn when Mr "Sutton" suddenly declared he is going to Turkey, hoping to hitchhike from there to South Africa.

Hitchhike to South Africa? Madam, you wouldn't be in this mire if you simply had the sense to ask the bastard to buy an air ticket. Well, it was not as she was entirely in the dark throughout. She did notice some little things that struck her as a bit odd. Specially for an environmental campaigner. But who would suspect her husband to be an undercover special operations officer! Specially since she admits that for the most part while he was undercover we had a blissfully in-love relationship, poor thing.

Again, in short, after his so called visit to Turkey, the guy simply vanished. She then spent over a year trying to track him down. She tried to locate his family members – people who, it transpired, did not exist – and then travelled to South Africa. He no longer existed in physical presence or on paper, she says. I didn't know what to think or what to do. Just imagine the horror of finding your husband had vanished without a trace from the face of Earth, and worse still, he never existed. Looks exactly like the plot of Asimov's The Hostess. If you are rather into dumb scare genre, you can watch Flightplan (2005, with Jodie Foster).

Well she eventually met him again, purely by chance just like in their very first meeting. Odd for good Mr Sutton, I am not sure if that was really a chance meeting. But we are not into technicalities here you know. Well, they reconciled, he told her the truth, eventually went as far as pointing out other police infiltrators in the activist group, which turned out to be almost everyone in it, and then after a few years they separated, leaving her with two kids who will grow upto be undercover inter-galactic traffic stoppers, purporting to be pilots. Now this is turning to be like the Star Wars' Anakin Skywalkers boyhood plot.

Another undercover police informer, officer Mark Kennedy had taken a similar path and screwd up his superiors big time. He went as far as taking activists in another such group to a power station to shut it down, and promptly got arrested by his fellow officers who were unaware of his true identity! What juice bits are there in his memoirs (with actress kind), I do not yet know. But he too gave away a female undercover officer, Lynn Watson posing as an environmental activist for five years, claiming to be a care worker living in Bournemouth. Was there anyone in these groups who were really environmentalists? I am beginning to think that “the others” are working for some other operational entity, faking it to look like duped innocents, entirely under the nose of Met super brains. Serves them right.

Talking about being served, it has come to my attention that His Holiness The Dalai Lama refused to judge the food on MasterChef, a TV programme in Australia. That was because As a Buddhist monk it is not right to prefer this food or that food, according to His Holiness. This was after him accepting to partake as a judge in the first place. What on earth is going on here? Is everyone around us not really what they say they are? Since the Dalai Lama does not recommend any food, we will have to wait till that Mark Kennedy feller publishes his book for the tasty juicy bits.

A comment on The Guardian runs: Mr Llama was asked to appear on the UK version, but declined on the grounds that "that mr wallace fellow is a right twat"

Mr Llama should have reserved his adjective for describing the Met superiors. And, ah, do mind the spellings, no disrespect intended, by me or the OP.