Heard it on the radio . . . Sprecklesville exposed

I heard it on the radio this week: National Drug Control Policy
Director said that they cut off most of the supply of illegal drugs
to the United States. They are acknowledging that the cash flow and
weapons sale from the South West is a problem related to security
issues on the border with Mexico. NO, no, no he said in answer
to the question about whether of not American intelligence agents
were implanted in Mexican law enforcement. NPR, one of my least
favorite news sources, had a redeeming program this past Sunday.

No one asked, and he didn't comment about that $400 million aid
America provided Mexico and Columbia in recent years that includ-
ed surveillance technology to catch those dirty, rotten cartels
trafficking illegal drugs into corporate America's consumer base.

He said that "drug control" is a complex problem, not solved by
any bumper sticker slogan. No one asked, and he didn't mention
how this complex problem is related to corruption in information
systems, government agencies and the private sector.

In fact, nobody really talks about how one receives their illegal
drug supply, do they? It's almost like a secret society of users.
How do they communicate? Do they just recognize each other? Do
they believe that the "stuff" they receive is actually what they
want or do they ever suspect it is laced with something else? Do
they all do business together and share "eyes and looks"? Does one
ever leave this "secret society" after using, or are they forever
condemned to this do-as-you-are-told secret society?

All I know is that meth users behave differently than those who
prefer cocaine. Did you see the flick Pulp Fiction?

The bad taste in my mouth from such activity in daily doings is
how those who are users always try to insert a false accusation
against non-users about something ridiculous. My own experience
is that when there is a combination of this type of conditioned
behavior with status that allows for some type of privilege, as
with information technology, it becomes an expanding problem for
those who are clueless non-users.

A former cafe dweller in Paia, who ran a gun dealership in Arizona
and who claimed to have the highest level of security access on his
mac laptop called me on my cell phone in 2007 to tell me that he had
reported to the FBI that his coke using ex-spouse, who is an
executive with a cookie company, had wired over $30,000 from his
account to her account then left her two children. He later emailed
me that she was found strung-out on coke by law enforcement at
some distance from her home. Thanks for nothing, Jeff Wiles.

I firmly insisted that he never call me again, never use my cell
number and never email me from his equipped lap top that carried
a designation that he once worked in a nuclear Navy submarine in
Pearl Harbor. It's all captured on the visible video camera at
this popular cafe, including other patrons who heard his wah-wah
story repeatedly.

His van, which was also his abode, was seen near Sprecklesville for
months this past year, parked in a dirt area near the latest project
by some guy named Spencer at all hours of the day/night. Spencer
hangs out at the wi-fi cafe where Mr. Wiles did his gun orders from
5am in the morning until 8am in 2007-2008. After Mr. Wiles' brother
almost died from lead poisoning in Arizona in late 2007, I started
wondering if there was a sinister presence on his high security lap.


What did the Hawaii DEA agent do after receiving this information?
He probably got his "stuff" cheaper, faster and sooner to catch
those dirty, rotten drug cartels living in Hawaii involved with wire
terror and fraud. Rich Jones sounded like he had either too much or
too little in his office at the Hawaii DEA when I called him from
my AT&T "go" phone listed under my full name.

Go check out the wi-fi access routes in Paia and Makawao. Complex
issue. Indeed. And for inquiring minds, no, Yukie Yamada has never
put her snot to any line of any lovely white powder nor does she
have the inclination despite hanging out in remote beach locations
in Columbia where others legally acquired and used cocaine.