Posted by Brad @ 3:20 pm on November 29th 2010

The James O’Keefe Strategy of Defeating Terrorism

That’s perhaps the most apt description that I can think of the now common practice in which the FBI, believing terrorists to be everywhere, goes where they think they probably operate. Failing, apparently, to find any active terrorists, they then find the sad-sackiest (in many cases mentally retarded and probably mentally to boot) loser they can get their hands on, go out of their way to convince him to become a terrorist and to bait him into taking dud bombs or agreeing with his newfound handlers that yeah, maybe I ought to bomb something, and then arresting them for their terrorism, lauding their triumph (who knows what happens to the poor schlubs they bait), and using that as positive reinforcement in their feedback loop. See! We told you there were terrorists there! Job well done gentlemen!

It strikes me as closer to Andrew Brietbart discovering that unions are bad by finding a teacher at a bar, flirting with her all night, and then getting her to reveal at 2 AM her gripes with the union, and trumpeting those as definite proof of conspiracy. SEE!?! UNIONS ARE BAD! Or trolling ACORN hourly wage employees dressed as a pimp, and finally getting one on camera who doesn’t call the cops on him to turn him in for prostitution. SEE?! ACORN WILL DO ANYTHING!!

I’m not saying anything Glenn Greenwald or Ten Conover isn’t saying already. But it just comes off, to me, as desperate and, frankly, a little disquieting. We normally reserve the phrase “security theater” for the TSA, but it applies to our domestic intelligence efforts sometimes too.

Besides O’Keefe, the other reference that keeps coming to me is Walter in the Big Lebowski.

“You want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. There are ways, Dude. You don’t wanna know about it, believe me. Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o’clock this afternoon… with nail polish.”

I mean, give me a slick car, limitless surveillance, a controlled setting, no deadline, and $50,000 in cash, and then throw me at a disgruntled and possibly retarded 17-year-old pariah or a group of stupid and possibly schizophrenic ex-con homeless guys, and I could probably have them plotting to steal the Mona Lisa. I’m not sure what that would prove though, and certainly not sure it would make me an accomplished preventer of art heists or detector of art thieves.

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