Another Cross-Border Kinda Sorta Thing or More like Stuff

While researching more pet peeve, personal and professional interest cross-border stuff, I came across an example that is very relevant but not neatly categorized or declared as a cross-border law enforcement activity and which can evade watchdogs and safeguards protecting privacy, civil and constitutional rights. It is also a very interesting story.

2 undercover federal agents in rival motorcycle gangs went to Mexico to stage a theatrical murder of one to get the other into the Hells Angels. Killing 2 birds with one stone, one with a hit on him gets out of the picture alive, the second gets in.

Some people would be shocked but undercover work is ultimately based on deception: lies, fake identities, developed over time or manufactured backgrounds and histories, fake fortunes, legends, myths and story lines/narratives that need to be maintained or the whole house comes down.

The above saga also accentuates high risks of informants, misuse and committing of otherwise illegal activity sanctioned by handlers. It is a high impact risk, as articulated in a few of the Wall of Shame posts, and dependent on sources and sting participants who are of lowest-common-denominator or, at best, average quality need-to-be-herd and not quite Summa Cum Laude All American Special Forces 007 type. Different world — different culture.

So, staging murders, theatrical or by fake photographs and articles in newspapers (new news: fake news is not new!) has been a law enforcement method for various reasons (cheaper or reduced effort to relocate and protect, closure of unsettled underworld scores, inline with other operational story lines and narratives,) and it could also be used for illegitimate reasons (covering-up, instigating and starting conflicts and wars, false-flagging, evading accountability and prosecution of criminals, informants, operatives and agents themselves.)

Not pointing to that and — hey BTW — not beating up on Mexico either which is also a good place to vacation and a favorite Russian destination when on a break from warfare.

With porous or free-flow borders the challenge is the difficulty to document and monitor agent or operative crossings as casual travelers. They can influence activities of criminals and organizations with no record and impunity. A federal agent in, associating or prospecting with the Hells Angels in Bellingham, Washington State (not D.C. as some like to believe) frequents and stays across the border in Vancouver, Canada along with his partner/s starts shooting people and instigating wars. No one knows who they are except for their task force (if any) select participants, agents in charge or supervising agents, select foreign law enforcement partners, and may be informants and operatives. The local police certainly do not know their true identities.

Where is the oversight and accountability? None at all if the highest knowledgeable supervisor participates, is misled, refuses or is prevented to exercise a also potentially self-damaging authority. The cross-border risks and impacts articulated in Nyet! La Voila! Los Bad Hombres! 🕵 🗽 🤡 parts I-VI and ease of access to and movement between 2 countries make it very different.

What if a few of them, who often work in packs, get in a criminally and civil liable situation in another country as in Part VI examples — say pull a Connolly?  Of course they are going to report it — LOL’ing now.

What about their classified access to every one’s data, profiles, reports, and plethora of other personal information held in the federal government systems? Right — as if they will document stuff and update their SF-86 (BTW failure to do so is a felony) and fire themselves on the spot.

Now Some Fun

It is a Sunday. Not Sunny enough for a ride or a presidential solar wall. Some go to church. But I shall defend and stay true to the spirit of this blog, between reality and comedy, and mix it up with arts and crafts. Talking about theater, staging, the non-dead-dead and the living dead segues to Halloween as in the SNL clip below. SNL is the best and I always miss NYC. All of this brings back memories and parallels. The above Dobyns guy actually looks more the part than that pony-little-ass IRS guy Rick I knew (his 2nd or 3rd fake persona that is) for a long time in Vancouver (Canada that is.) Was his partner Dave also IRS or ATF, FBI … ? Not sure but Rick et al hate JYC.

The stage can use a reusable coffin and skeletons in the closet. Lordy … it is Halloween for heaven’s sake! Jim Carrey is also awesome and I was tempted to drop more names like Don Rickles — just for the hell of it — but held (no pun) myself back. Not a bunch of thinly veiled attempts but a transparent failure on the horns of a hellish dilemma. What is in a name? Frankly, I like J.C. better. It is holier — and look. Killing’em with LOL — or a smile — peut-être, juste un peu — Saint Mattis style. I rhyme again!



Author: Sam Sarmad