Douglas - The CIA Covenant-Nazis in Washington - preterhuman.net

I will let her do that part. We can get married either here or down in Virginia. She wants to getmarried here but on that, I am firm. I do not want the zoo from the CIA to pollute my wedding. Theywould all get drunk, go into the garden and plot to murder the King of the Belgians because someonethinks he might be a communist agent.Aunt is not happy. Aunt, I find out, does not have as much money as I thought.The house down the street, the limousine and all that belong to the estate and Bunny is one of twobeneficiaries of the trust, which keeps aunt in nice things. Well, she is an interesting old lady and will staywhere she is. Bunny has plenty of money so I informed her that she could spend it on her horses, which sheagrees to.I refuse to get up on a horse.Next week, Bunny and I will go to New York to see about additional furniture. We are going totake everything out of this house and quite a bit from hers. I don’t think aunt is overly happy but she hasplenty to keep her happy.I told Bunny to let her keep the family pictures because, frankly, most of them look like peoplewith gland disorders. I didn’t tell her that, naturally.I doubt if Truman would come down there but he might after all.There is one room which could do duty as a ball room but people don’t have formal dances thesedays so I plan to turn it into a room with all of the Imperial Russian artifacts.Tuesday, 1 August 1950.Large Otto (Skorzeny, ed.) will be here the first week of August to confer with Wisner and othersand we will all get together. Angleton is concerned that someone might notice him (after all, Otto is hugeand badly scarred from his student days) so we will meet on a boat out on the river. We can dine (andWisner can drink himself into his usual stupor) and Otto and I can discuss the old days while the lights ofWashington glitter in the distance.Otto will be bringing an Irishman with him whom everyone here seems to be genuinely terrifiedof. He is a secret power in the IRA (Irish Republican Army, a group of Irish freedom fighters, ed.) who hasa reputation for violence and savagery that terrifies even the CIA. Of course they are only theoreticalmurderers. I can’t imagine any of them actually killing anyone and most of them would wet their pants ifthey had to witness one of their assassination projects. I should like to meet this holy terror and probablywill.Bunny and I have picked out a good deal of furniture, both from Washington and the showroomsof New York. There is a gang of workers painting, polishing, mending and such in Virginia and we havepostponed our wedding until the first day of September. The house should be done by then and even now;my people are starting to crate everything. The back terrace is piled high with lumber, a saw and such so allday long we hear the sounds of hammering and the scream of the saw.Maxl knows something is going on and looks at me very anxiously with his brown eyes but I keeptalking to him and I know he trusts me. I think he will have a marvelous time down in Virginia and he andBunny get along very well. This is a good sign. If my dog doesn’t trust someone, neither do I.No one at work knows I am moving and I intend to keep it that way. None of them would be ofthe slightest help and hopefully, the new place is far enough away to discourage any casual visiting. ThisGeorgetown area is incestuous, believe me. Chattering gossips of both sexes, greed, ambition, lies,licentiousness, drunkenness and a pathological thirst to be Someone Who Knows. That’s the way it is.None of these ninnies wants to be left out or be thought of as someone not important enough toknow important people or events. “Oh yes,” one of them will say upon hearing of some state secret beingopenly discussed at a raucous cocktail party at the Greek embassy, “Oh yes, I know all about that and onlylast week the President told me...” But the President doesn’t even know them and wouldn’t want to. All theRussians would have to do would be to give parties at their embassy and they wouldn’t need a spy ring atall.Gabble, gabble, just like a flock of geese. And most of them act like geese, too. Rip up everythingand shit all over it.Sunday, 6 August 1950A marvelous weekend was had by at least two of the participants.Large Otto arrived here, along with his fearsome Irishman, and was put up at a safe house that Iam sure the Russians are watching.