Closest Encounter with Alphabet Agencies

You know, FBI, CIA, NSA... any of the biggies.

(IBM don't count, smarties....) :) Feel free to elaborate unless restricted by issues of national security!

I had an interview with them. They told me to get my master's degree and get back with them.

I never did either.

So, I'm sure I have a "file" somewhere, but it's most likely pretty thin.

Also, does the INS count? I *am* a naturalized citizen, you know. They should have plenty of stuff on me, even if they did lose my entire file once, thus delaying my citizenship. :grr:

I thought you were Texan!

Here's the litany:

Born in Athens, Greece (adopted by American couple stationed there with the Air Force)
Fulda, (West) Germany
Blytheville, Arkansas
O'Fallon, IL
Chanute AFB (Rantoul), IL
Hickam AFB (Honolulu), HI
Then, at age 12, Universal City (San Antonio), TX
At 18, College Station, TX (for school)
At 24, moved to San Antonio
At 32, moved to Austin

So, I've been in Texas 23 years (as I am 35 now). I guess that makes me somewhat of a Texan. :shrug:

ATF, SS, FBI, SEC, IRS, etc.


F*ck'em.

One day, I'd like to see my files.

...interviewed/interrogated by FBI, SS, and Treasury. Eventually subpoenaed before a Federal Grand Jury after refusing to cooperate. F@ck 'em all.

They do that to everybody who has a secret security clearance, though....every 10 years.

Worked for one.
Worked against one.
Investigated by several for security clearances only, as far as I know anyway. Minor brush, I guess.
Oh, yeah Clancy novels too.

I fear them all. Becuase I know what they can do.

:scared:

also AHP.

for the FBI that is.

I co-published (but that is an awfully pompous way to say it) a humorous little 'zine that carried an article about the "Mock Draft Call-Up", a DoD exercise that eventually was blamed on Jimmy Carter.

The gist of the article was that there would also be a "Mock Anti-War Rally". Mock Turtle soup would be avalable in the commissary afterwards.

The FBI sent two field agents who proceeded to scare the fecal material out of several of my friends. I never saw them, since the iron fist of Fascism decended on the school on a Tuesday, and I only had M-W-F classes that semester.

The only one who wasn't intimidated was a slightly-older guy who noticed that the agents were annoyed to have to spend an entire day tracking down a couple of undergraduate jackasses because Zbigniew Brzezinski got a wild hair caught in his crack.

--bkl

A member of my sorority said that everyone who joins secret societies like fraternities and sororities get a FBI file. Does anyone know if this is true?

are crimes committed. Things like that may have been done in the past, but there is no way they could survive FOIA requests today.

I'd joined a couple "subversive" organizations and turned up on some FBI list. Then, as now, it was dangerous to exercise your freedoms.

I don't think there's much interesting in it, but I do have a FBI file. One of my best friends is a special agent and I was interviewed by agents as one of his contacts/references. They did an informal investigation to make sure it was okay for me to stay in his apartment for a few days on vacation. There's probably a line about a computer worm that I accidentally sent to the FBI offices (the friend's email) after it infected my system.

guys in black suits from the Treasury dept came around to my friends & relatives & asked questions. Fairly dull, straightforward. The Korean CIA was much more interesting. They were not actually an intelligence agency, they were an internal national police. Anyway, when I went to the town Peace Corps assigned me to, the health center director (where I worked) took me around to meet all the important people, including the local KCIA head. We bowed, had a bit of nice conversation, & didn't hardly see each other again for nearly 2 years. Midway through my stay, I was riding a bus out to one of my county health centers, and some guy sits next to me.

"You're the Peace Corps guy working at the health center, right."

I admitted to that.

He pulled out his wallet & flipped to his id. "I'm a KCIA agent, see?"
I looked suitably impressed.
He pulled out stub of pencil and old scrap of envelope. "Among your Peace Corps friends, which of them are American CIA agents?"

I just looked at him in some astonishment, making sure I'd understood the Korean words correctly.

He looked back, put away his writing materials, such as they were, and said, "Ahh, but they wouldn't tell you if they were, would they."

I said something about there being a law against Peace Corps volunteers having anything to do with the CIA, even after we leave Peace Corps for 7 years (I think). He rolled his eyes.

A coupla months later, I ran into him on the street, and he suggest a drink. With some reluctance I go along, so into a rather nice bar we go. We down a few pots of mahk-kollee, and he orders some nice side dishes - some very good sea cucumber, for example. Anyway, I went out to take a piss after a while, and he comes out to do so, and then says, "I have to go now - duty calls. Here's some won to cover the tab." and stuffs a few bills in my shirt pocket. I give a pro forma objection, but he had invited me, so he should be paying. I went back in, asked the girl who'd been serving us for the tab, and it was about 4 times what the KCIA jerk had given me. I grumbled a bit, and the girl said, "He does that all the time. Just because he's KCIA. But now everybody avoids him & won't drink with him - beg off with an excuse." So, I joined the group of people avoiding him, too.

In fact, the next time I saw him was after I'd left my town at the end of my service, and had gone to work for Peace Corps as a trainer. I came back into town for some errands, and as I was leaving to catch the bus, I walked past Party Headquarters and there was the jerk and his boss, whom I hadn't seen forever, leaning in chairs against the fence. The KCIA station chief greeted me, and said it'd been a while since he saw me. I replied that that was because I'd moved up to Suwon to do training. The chief dropped his chair, turned to look at the jerk, and echoed what I'd said while looking at the jerk with very cold eyes. Turns out the jerk was supposed to be keeping an eye on me. Heh! Not bad for a bit of revenge. I bowed, waved, and left, snickering to myself.

:-)

Turned in some edited posts of mine anonymously to Ashcroft and I was interviewed by an FBI agent.

...which requires a full formal investigation. Only part I noticed were the two guys in suits sitting in a Taurus outside our hovel for a few days (this was some years back when we were living in extraordinarily cheap and nasty housing). I guess they were satisfied I wasn't living above my means, anyway. :-|