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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

But He Who Steals My Good Name...

Speaking of Deep Throat, did anyone catch that interview with L. Patrick Gray, the FBI Director who got the job Mark Felt thought he should have? Take a look at the post at Captain's Quarters.

Felt described Gray as a political hack to Woodward and Bernstein in their series of clandestine meetings, but during the day worked on apple-polishing to put Gray at ease. The ruse worked so well that Gray refused to fire Felt even after the White House requested his termination on several occasions. Gray didn't even consider giving Felt a polygraph to determine if the leaks came from him, because he felt it would be too degrading for such an upstanding agent to have to endure such a test of loyalty.

At the heart of Gray's disillusionment was his belief in Mark Felt as the ultimate FBI agent -- daring, competent, erudite, and most of all loyal.
This sound familiar to anyone?

To be produced--as, if I stay, I shall--
Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,
However this may gall him with some cheque,
Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls,
Another of his fathom they have none,
To lead their business: in which regard,
Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains.
Yet, for necessity of present life,
I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign.
Oh man! Mark Felt wasn't Deep Throat, he was Iago!

Man, if kid Various were Gray, even at 88 years old, he'd grab that hankerchief and throttle Felt.


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