This is the story of a coward.
It's the story of a self, nasty little man, who's personal glory was more important to him then the lives of his family: his wife, his children, and his windowed mother were nothing to him.
His own greatest was the only thing that was important to him.
I grew up with the "servants of the servants" of the Bankers, and so I know this man, and I know his "kind."
He is the coward who attacks you in the dead of night, and only if you are all alone, and only if there are 20 of him, and only one of you.
Then, and only then, is he brave.
He is perfect to work for, and to be used by, the CIA.
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About the Author
Having grown up with spooks, killers, Catholics, Jesuits, and gypsies, I thought it was way past time to share my horrific point of view with the world.
Charles Edward Bluehawk