W. Mark Felt Bubble Gum Cards

By Popular request here are a couple of the W. Mark Felt Bubble Gum Cards mentioned in yesterday’s blog.

McHozho

ACTION HERO CARD # 1
W. Mark Felt AKA“DEEP Throat”
William Mark Felt born Twin Falls, Id.
Aug 17, 1913. Grad Twin Falls H. S.
1931, Univ. of Idaho 1935. Played H.S. Col.
Basketball. Grades: good, Type:“Ambitious”
Wife: Audrey, nee Robinson, born Gooding, Id.
daughter of local dentist. (Mar. 1938)
1940 LLB Degree Geo. Wash. Law School
Entered F.B.I. Jan 26, 1942 “Domestic
Espionage Unit (1942-46) Agent (1947-55)
1956 “Agent in Charge” Salt Lake City Off.
1963-66 Helped organize COINTELPRO,
and participated in illegal survelience and
infiltration of Civil Rights Movement and
defamation campaigns against Dr. Martin Luther
King Jr.. Sanctioned violations of 4th Amend.
and break-ins against leftist organizations.
July 1, 1971 Appointed Dept. Assoc. Director
by J. Edgar Hoover. 1972 Passsed over for
Director post by President Richard M. Nixon.
1972-3: SAVED THE COUNTRY!




ACTION HERO CARD #2
W. MARK FELT AKA “DEEP THROAT”
From KGB Dossier: W. MARK FELT born
Twin Falls, Id. (1914) Graduated from TF H. S.
1931, Univ. of Idaho 1935. Played H.S. Col
Basketball. Grades: good, Type:“Ambitious”
Wife: Audrey, nee Robinson, born Gooding, Id.
daughter of local dentist. 1930-33 Audrey was
waitress at “Robbies” Malt Shop in “The
Leader Building.” Shift: 5:00 to Midnight
First meeting with subject: ” It was a dark and
stormy night. The man in the trench coat standing
in the darkened phone booth at the back of the
shop had his back turned to the counter and I
wasn’t sure if he was wearing any pants”
1940-1952 Intel Unit U.S. Navy
1952-1987 FBI Bur Ch/ Asst. Dir. Deputy Dir.
1972-3: Saved the Country
SCOTCH: ”DEWERS of Course!”

Obits: Connor Cruise Obrien/ W. Mark Felt

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The Ban Sidhe (The Banshee)

The Ban Sidhe *

I could tell from the howling of the “ban sidhe” last night that this morning’s storm was likely to be a bad one. The copper strip insulation around the doors and windows of this 1910 vintage bungalow buzz and moan with the slightest breeze - so the cacophonic din that joined the mournful chorus above the chimney, kept me up from 3:00 a.m. to 6:30. I didn’t get much sleep. It started snowing at 8:20 and by 8:50 (when I was driving to the library) visibility was down to half a block.

I almost picked off the first lady at the very start of the voyage. She was bundled and wrapped to the bridge of her nose - utterly oblivious to my approach as she stepped blithely in the path of the car. She would have made a considerable impression too as she outweighed the tiny Saturn by several stone.

My second target was not so well fed as the first – nor as well prepared . She must have left the house before 8:00 a.m. as she was painted in dark blue spandex, emblematic of her street gang which I recognized immediately as The Avenues Health Spa Trotting Club and Temperance Society. (They have a very strict dress code.) She stood at the crosswalk in front of the Library with her arms firmly planted in the classic Super Hero pose – hands on the hips. If she had raised one arm she could have performed “I’m A Little Tea Pot” and the thought occurred to me of how difficult it must be for street mimes at this time of year.

The woman’s dark apparel made her difficult to see. But in this snow storm, even “The Pink Lady,” who was want to trot by my house each morning during the summer in the same grotesque flamingo suit, would have been hard to pick out in the falling snow. To be accurate about this, the face of the pink lady, could never be seen in a snowstorm at all as it was perpetually painted in zinc oxide to protect her skin from the ultra-violet rays of the sun. I do not know she wears zinc oxide in the winter – in fact the Pink Lady has not run by my house in many months and I sometimes wonder what happened to her.

The teapot stepped into the crosswalk against the light in front of my car and then, thinking better of it, stepped back onto the sidewalk where she began jogging in place – a jaunty lass accidentally abandoned from a recent touring production of “River Dance.” Then as her arms left her side and they began circling from the shoulders – Rocky Balboa in training yet again!

Since these brief encounters, I have been pondering the frailty of life and the utter pointlessness of overindulgence in either exercise or eating. Either woman had an equal opportunity of ending up in the trophy case of unwitting casual victims slaughtered each day as a tragic if necessary consequence of modern transportation.

A Poem:

The man who said clean living pays a bonus in longevity

And rose at dawn to work each day

Abstaining from all levity

And going on his cautious way avoiding what was risky

Got his reward on the grill of a Ford

In the parking lot at Kamiski

• Ban Sidhe (The Banshee) In the Irish language the word “ban” means woman. The word “sidhe” means “wind.” So the “ban sidhe” is “The Woman of the Wind.” In addition to wind, the word “sidhe” can mean “spirit” and “breath.” In Latin its closest equivalent would be “espiritu,” a word that can also mean spirit, breath and wind. In American Indian languages there are similar words that combine the meanings of breath, spirit and wind. It is a common belief in many native American cultures that there is a little whirlwind in side of each of us that keeps us going. When we stop breathing (lose the wind) the spirit is said to have left us. It is the same in Irish mythology where the Ban Sidhe ( banshee) the keening woman spirit of the wind heralds the approach of death.

I have spent months trying to get politicians, conservation groups and industry to begin active carbon sequestration programs. After many weeks of pestering I was finally able to arrange a meeting with one of the gurus of a prominent environmental organization. The only time he could fit me in was 6 a.m. The meeting was held at a coffee shop across the parking lot from his office. It lasted a little over an hour and a half.

I had been drinking coffee since about 4:00 AM so I really didn't need any more. Anyway, I was just a little manic. Because I knew that this was probably my only shot with the guru, I tried to shove into the meeting as much information and documentation as I possibly could. I could tell that he wasn't getting it. He gaped back at me with an expression as blank and unrewarding as an empty refrigerator. I could sense him edging toward the end of his booth and I quickened my pace almost but not quite raving. As I gasped for breath and took a quick gulp of cold coffee, he seized the opportunity provided by the pause in the deluge of verbiage and fled the building - a startled deer bounding through the parking lot - with me stumbling after him waving scientific papers above his head like the sword of Damocles and shouting volumes of obscenity laced statistics.

When he reached the safety of his building he slammed the door shut behind him and locked it securely, a barrier I am sure he did not need to reinforce with the furniture I could hear him dragging across the floor toward the entrance. I stood there for a long moment before fleeing the scene myself. As I glanced back over my shoulder, I thought I saw him peeking from behind the curtains of his office, the would-be- victim lucky to have escaped the terror at his threshold, a timid pitiful creature cowering in the gloom.
On the whole a most successful presentation – I think.

O'HOZHO