I have always had a sort of amateur interest in the CIA. I served in the Peace Corps, in Tunisia, from 1968-70, and had my first brush with REAL spies trying to worm information from me. (I didn't have any!) Many years later, I realized that one of them had even gone so far as to create an extremely lavish fake identity before inviting a couple of us Peace Corps Volunteers for lunch, and then vanishing. I started to think that these Real Intelligence Guys were kind of Stupid.
Back home, much later, I decided to apply for a job with the CIA, more or less out of curiosity. The first two questions (THE FIRST TWO!) concerned drug use and homosexuality. Since I had smoked pot in college (and inhaled), and I was also attracted to other men, I simply threw the form away. As the years went by, though, it did occur to me that being gay and living in (say) Cairo would make an EXCELLENT cover story. Nobody would wonder why I was living in Egypt; they would all assume that I was chasing the same guys Cavafy was! But the brilliant bureaucrats at the CIA managed to make this excellent cover story disqualify me!
Later on, I had a "friend" who dropped broad hints that he had worked in intelligence-gathering. He lived in a foreign country for 12 years and never bothered to learn the language! He was also, to put it mildly, a bit of a nincompoop! Like everyone else in the CIA, he missed the Khomeini revolution in Iran. Hell, I was in Iran at the time and was a BIT more clued-in, since I had listened to Iranian friends playing Khomeini tapes during long car trips...
So that's the background I bring to this book, and I hadn't read more than a couple of chapters before I said to myself: Yes. Layer after layer of incompetent managers who manage to prevent our spies from actually going out and SPYING. Before you even CONTACT someone with information, you need 43 signatures from various managers in various bureaucracies. (I made up the number 43!)
So, in other words, if you're staying in a Paris hotel and a top informant on Al-Qaeda knocks on your door, you have to say, "Hold on, chum, I'll get back to you," and then go looking for MANAGEMENT APPROVAL to talk to this piece of scum.
This sort of nonsense is probably worse than GM. It cannot be reformed. It needs to be discarded, and replaced by (gasp) an organization of SPIES!
Further notes as I finish reading this book.
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