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As a marine stationed in Japan, Ozzy had been mocked ruthlessly by his battalion for being effeminate.

Shaken by this hazing, he mostly hung out at The Operation Bluebird Cafe.

Remember that name, Vigilant Reader: The Operation Bluebird Cafe.

In ’60 Hovver himself wrote a memo naming Ozzy as CIA.

In ’62 GDM and Ozzy became inseparable.

GDM and his wife devoted themselves unequivocally to Ozzy and his wife.

Never before had they taken such an interest in overseeing others.

GDM helped Ozzy find work and housing, brought him along to social events and meetings, and even helped with their baby.

At the same time, oddly, all of GDM’s advice to Ozzy made Ozzy appear weirder, scuzzier, and more unstable, more like a classic misfit.

In April ’63 GDM went to New York to meet with a CIA agent that he knew, another one that was Chief of Clandestine Operations in Eastern Europa, and The General Manager of The Haitian bank.

Officially, the four men discussed mineral concessions in Haiti.

And the next afternoon GDM met again with that same CIA agent, along with his chief, Divine, Pops’s ex-partner on Zappatoes.

Within hours after GDM’s meeting with Divine, a Domestic Operations case officer in Capital City created a legend for the entire Domestic Division that they had no idea who GDM was.

The officer requested an expedited check on this purportedly unfamiliar character.

He received a report from ’58 when Moste, then at Dallas Domestic Divisions, debriefed GDM after a trip to Yugoslavia.

That way, if GDM ever claimed to know Moste, it could be officially attributed to that meeting years earlier instead of the lunch at which Moste suggested he might like to meet Ozzy.

From there, GDM traveled to Capital City to secure approval for a coup against Papa Doc in Haiti.

He spoke to L-BJ’s military advisor.

This Haitian coup provided solid reason for GDM to interact with high-ranking officials just months before 11/22/63, and the official trail it created complied with international goals that King Arthur supported.

Five months after GDM left for Haiti, six weeks before 11/22/63, Ozzy got a job at The TX School Book depository owned by Brrrd, a member of The TX Crusade for Freedom, right-wing oilman, and friend of GDM.

And Pops quickly ascended The Party ranks.

The Head of The Party in TX backed him for Senate and Crytin for Gov.

Crytin worked that same intersection as Pops: Military Intel, local police, The Party, Russian expats, and Oilmen.

In fact, Crytin was tight with GDM and Brrrd.

Thru ’62 Crytin supervised the establishment of a complicated underground command post for local police underneath The Dallas Health and Science Museum, not unlike the bunkers of my youth.

And on 11/22/63 Crytin’s men drove the the pilot car that led King Arthur’s motorcade.

And Crytin provided Dallas Police with a Russian translator for Ozzy’s wife immediately after King Arthur’s very public skull chipping.

Her statements didn’t implicate Ozzy, but the translator’s sure did.

All our luxuries, The Barbarians do get comforts we’ll never have: Lone Wolf Theories, external triggers for internal censors, boundaries of permissible thought.

I envy The Barbarians: their struggles must feel so real.

What depth of meaning, two people that both already feel real on their own, believing in their struggles, fucking with The Act of Love together.

Lying awake nights, I imagined: what if I had to wake up?

What if I had to wake up and go to that same place I hated 1,000,000 days in a row sans end in sight?

What if I had calloused hands, and my coarse friends and me all had bad nicknames for the boss that we’d whisper and laugh so hard?

However much you may wish, you really can only be you.