Last night I stopped by the Round Robin Bar before meeting Cerise to take in a performance at the Woolly Mammoth Theater. There I saw Cabot, who is with the United States Agency for International Development Office of Transition Initiatives. Now, USAID is associated with the State Department, and everybody knows how those folks can… Continue reading Welcome to Zunzuneo, Brought to You by USAID
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Facebook Pot Calls NSA Kettle Black
Things keep hopping here in Washington, as Hamid Karzai kissing off Uncle Sam in his farewell address to the Afghan Parliament; Obama backing out on his new nominee for Surgeon General; the United States Attorney managing to convince a grand jury to indict an Indian Deputy Consul General along with the customary ham sandwich –… Continue reading Facebook Pot Calls NSA Kettle Black
NSA Strikes a Nerve and the Optics Are Obscene
It’s no wonder Gretchen and I had to work this weekend. With the situation in Ukraine quickly degenerating into a vast porcine fornication that will surely overshadow even Syria’s current world-class performance, folks here in DC are defecating bricks from Langley to the Pentagon to the White House to Foggy Bottom, and it appears my… Continue reading NSA Strikes a Nerve and the Optics Are Obscene
Ach du Liebe Zeit! NSA Private Cell Phone Tap Penetrates Angela Merkel
Fortunately, despite the desperate state of the world, it did not prove necessary for Gretchen to book any consultations on this particular weekend. So she had both days off – although I am, technically speaking, on call year-round, 24/7. And so it was that shortly after breakfast in bed, while Cerise and I relaxed with… Continue reading Ach du Liebe Zeit! NSA Private Cell Phone Tap Penetrates Angela Merkel
Edward Snowden – Raskolnikov, Robin Hood or Rat?
Yesterday afternoon, Dr. Margaret Scheisshower, Senior Deputy Assistant for Policy to President Barack Obama, paid me a visit. She demonstrated her forthright nature by striding into my office and selecting the chair positioned directly in front of my desk. “Mr. Collins,” she opened in a well modulated contralto with a slight Chicago accent, “the Administration… Continue reading Edward Snowden – Raskolnikov, Robin Hood or Rat?