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Allegations Regarding Vince Foster, the NSA, and Banking Transactions Spying, Part XXVIII

by J. Orlin Grabbe

Note added February 1999: This part, Part 28, continues a theme introducted in Part 7 of this series. I was trying to give an intuitive explanation of what command and control was all about. As I told someone at the time, "This post is incomplete and out-of-date, but I just want to give people an idea without giving them too good an idea." I relied strictly on public information, some of which was obsolete. (For example, Andrews Air Force Base no longer played the role mentioned in this post, because it had been deemed too close to the East coast and hence an easy target for enemy submarines.)

See the note added to the end of Part 7 for a comment on Chris Davis' Death by Fire.

The motivating reason for writing Part 28 was educational: what is command and control? Thirty days after a new E-Systems (read: NSA) computer dedicated to command and control had come on-line, the CIA determined that a copy of the operating code was in the hands of the Israelis. In the attempt to determine how the leak had occurred, it was discovered that--through E-Systems' relationships with Systematics (Alltel Information Services)-- both Vince Foster and Hillary Clinton, Rose Law Firm lawyers for Systematics, had some access to the purloined code. That's why Vince Foster was under counter-intelligence investigation when he was murdered. Vince Foster also had a blue notebook giving options for nuclear war, which he kept in Bernie Nussbaum's safe. No one seemed to grasp the relevance of all this, so Parts 7 and 28 were an attempt to explain what the issues were, in an easy-to-absorb manner.

After reading Part 28, be sure to visit Tim Tyler's recently created Web site on the Alternate Joint Communication Center (AJCC) at Raven Rock Mountain, located at http://www.mich.com/~ttyler/C3I/Bunkers/SITE-R/Site-R.html.

Dear Vince,

So you wanna be a nuclear spy? You say your Swiss account is running low, and you need some pointers where to find those little intel tidbits to be sold for salvage? You know, depending on what's hot in the market?

Well, okey dokey. I'll tell you what little I know. Maybe help you out a little. On account of you're such a good friend and all.

Let's start with SIOP. That's Single Integrated Operational Plan. It ties together all military nuclear weapons and all the different regional plans--you know, the different nuke options of the military commands in the Atlantic, the Pacific, and Europe. Britain even has a part. Well, SIOP is ESI: Extremely Senstive Information. Translation: BIG BUCKS if you can get a hold of a piece of it.

Now, Vince, let me explain the problem, so you'll know what's going on, and where to go to get the good stuff. Okay? You think you have headaches keeping track of money. Well, let me tell you, the military's like the three, or six, or sixteen different faces of Eve, and they'll all be at war with each other if they're not careful. Hell, we might be engaged with China and they send the signal to the wrong set of missiles, and nuke Teheran. Or say there's a launch off the Pacific coast, but the early warning system is down and no one knows what's coming. Or they see it coming but they can't get hold of the President who is out whitewater rafting. Or the helicopter arrives at the White House from Quantico to whisk the Prez to Andrews Air Force Base, where the flying command post awaits, and the Secret Service shots the chopper down (which they almost did in an exercise). Or the Prez gives the authorization to RE-TAL-I-ATE, but he can't communicate with his forces to set anything in motion.

See, we got us an ORGANIZATIONAL problem here. Suppose'n we go to war. You got the White House Situation Room, down underground, below the Oval Office. You got the National Military Command Center (NMCC) in the Pentagon, third floor. You got the alternative NMCC buried in Raven Rock, Pennsylvania (8 miles from Camp David), in case the first one's f**ked up (more than normal, I mean). You got the SAC underground command post at Offutt Air Force base near Omaha, Nebraska. You got the NORAD underground command post inside Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado. Talk about moles! These here outfits have gotta TALK and gotta SEE! See what I mean?

Then you got your airborne commands. They gotta talk, see, and EVADE no matter WHERE they are. There's "Nightwatch". That's the National Emergency Airborne Command--a flying nest for the President, Joint Chiefs of Staff, and Commander of the Strategic Air Command (with room for a few hookers to relieve the tension) to give orders and preside over the end of civilization as we know it. (They can fire the land-based missiles using the Airborne Launch Control System.) Then you got "Cover All", or whatever they call it now, the flying command post of the Strategic Air Command with the Post Attack Command and Control System (PACCS) (and we hope SAC number two still takes orders from number one, who is flying around with the Prez). Then you got your little sub units: "Blue Eagle" Pacific Command, "Scope Light" Atlantic Command, "Silk Purse" European Command. The names and details may change from time to time (hint: more bucks).

Then you got all your side shows, like JEEP, the Joint Emergency Action Plan. That's a plan for evacuating a select number of government and military people, the chosen few, the ELECT, who get RAPTURED AWAY to a place of safety in case of nuclear war, some to Raven Rock, others to the "Special Facility" at Mt. Weather in Virginia. That's so they'll be around to populate a post-nuke nation. It'll be a millennial golden age of LAWYERS and GENERALS. You remember me telling you about Hassan i-Sabah, the "old man of the mountains", the leader of the assassins? How he used to indoctrinate his followers, showing them a vision of Paradise, where he would get them blissed out on hashish, and they would wake up in a garden with fruit trees, and flowing brooks, and whoreys attending to their every need (I think they spelled it "horis" back then)? And then they would be willing to die to get back to Paradise? Well, here in the old U. S. of A. some of the chosen few get to spend some time each year in the BOHEMIAN GROVE!

Just a little aside. A friend of mine used to have a job inspecting the stored food down in one of those FEMA hideaway places--the "National Warning Center" down in Olney, Maryland. You know, FEMA, Federal Emergency Management Agency? She told me they had cans of powdered instant SPINACH OMELET. And the johns were on SPRINGS, so a person sitting on the toilet at the time of a direct nuclear hit wouldn't bust their buns! (I guess there was an anticipation some of the people they would stick in these FEMA hidey holes were full of shit.) But we are getting off topic...

Okay. So you got a little COMMUNICATION problem. A little CO-ORDINATION problem. That's where C3I comes in. You say that "SEE cubed EYE". That stands for COMMAND, CONTROL, COMMUNICATION, and INTELLIGENCE. C3I is the thread that patches the SIOP together. It's the glue that keep the nuclear pasties where they oughta be! (C4I adds Counter- measures to the list.) Very important: lotssa stuff to steal here. This is about computers, satellites, phones, and radios. (The Mitre Corp's big in this area. You may know about them, since they're also getting into electronic cash these days.) C3I basically started with David Packard who saw that military communications weren't worth beans. He also initiated those flying Presidential command posts, using modified Boeing planes.

Well, he departed in 1971. Five years later, after the ever idiotic Pentagon had gone out and bought a $100 million worth of Honeywell computers that weren't even intended to operate in on-line mode (on-line's important for a communication system, don't you think?), an official in the Defense Communication Agency reported that the system was crashing on average once every 35 minutes. ("Sorry, Mr. President, we would like to send that 1 megaton baby on its way to Moscow, but the damned system's down. Anyone call Federal Express yet?")

Wimex (that the Worldwide Military Command and Control System) didn't go on line at NORAD until Sept 1979. And they did a mobilization simulation ("Proud Spirit") the next year, and Wimex fell on its ass, leaving military commanders in the dark about the readiness of their units for 12 hours. So you see, Vincey boy, that national security's all about computers and communications and co-ordination. They had military transports landing at military bases where the troops supposed to get on them hadn't even got the word to march. We could have lost the war because we had stupid computers and stupid programmers. Those Minutemans with megaton bombs ain't too scarey on 64k of RAM.

Another example: in the older missiles on the Navy's Poseidon submarine the missile targets would be recorded on 8-inch magnetic disks. The order to fire would come from an EAM, an Emergency Action Message. This would be in code and would be compared to the version of the same thing sitting in the submarine's Red Box. If they were the same, the message would be considered authentic and the firing procedure would commence. (The subs present interesting communication problems, by the way, and besides the communication stations around the world, you've got the TACAMO planes flying around, relaying communications to the subs. You could also use ELF, extremely low frequency, broadcasts, but that would require antennas hundreds of miles long.)

Well, now the Defense Communication Agency (DCA) keeps the President or his successors (and in the National Command Authority control system which executes the SIOP, it's the VP, the Secretary of Defense, and the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, in that order--not the VP, the Speaker of the House, the President Pro Tempore of the Senate, etc.--nope, Haig wasn't in charge after all) in touch with his nuclear forces around the world. DCA has hubs at the White House and at Camp David, which is tied right into Raven Rock.

But anyway, computer-wise, let me tell you about three money-making organizations you want to pay special attention to. There's NRO, the National Reconnaisance Organization; NSA, the National Security Agency; and DMA, the Defense Mapping Agency. They tell us what's coming (NRO), let us launch a response (NSA), and help us locate the goddamn target (DMA). Okay?

NRO is currently much of the nation's eyes and ears--a 24-hour a day operation. They're the ones in charge of the spy satellites. The Air Force does the actual operation, but NRO is in charge. NRO's run by a committee, the National Reconnaissance Executive Committee, chaired by the CIA director. That's so the satellite PRETTY PICTURES get shared by everyone, not just the fly-boys. Since 1992 NRO's been functionally organized (hint, hint, get specs) but before that there was an Air Force part, based out in El Segundo, California, that worked on Air Force reconnaisance satellites and made deals with contracters, a CIA part (they developed the KH-11 and RHYOLITE satellites), and a Navy part, responsible for the Navy's ocean surveillance satellites.

The signals those satellites pick up are processed by the NSA, that big sprawling place out at Fort George C. Meade, Maryland. They got regional SIGINT center for the satellite data at Menwith Hill Station in England; Bad Aibling Station, Germany; Kunia, Oahu, Hawaii; Lackland Air Force Base Training Annex, San Antonio, TX; Buckley Air National Guard Field, Aurora, CO; and Fort Gordon, Georgia.

They also got a big South American listening post in Panama. Remember those Panama Canal negotiations, which your pal Jackson Stephens had a financial interest in? We were listening in on the Panama private chat. Well, remember old pineapple face, Noriega? He was spying on our spying. Paid those NSA boys a regular fee to bring him tapes and computer printouts. (Your modern DIC-TA-TOR-SHIP ain't what it used to be. Castro's got a big computer room in the Palace of the Revolution. I tell you, there's more to controlling a country than just the occasional photography session cuttin' down sugar cane with a machette in the hot sun.)

Anyway, NSA develops secure voice and data transmission links on the Defense Satellite Communication System (DSCS) and the Satellite Data System (SDS). They are also responsible for communications security with respect to strategic weapons systems such as the Minuteman missile. That's to prevent UN-AUTHOR-IZED access or interference or jamming. (There's a special message category called a NUCFLASH, which is notification of the unauthorized launch of nuclear weapons. Wonder why they have it?) Targets can be changed by inputting a new set of numbers in the missile's memory.

Virtual bugs can be serious. A few years ago a hacker kid got into Pentagon computers, and came pretty close to causing a nuclear EVENT, and they bumped his old man's ass right out of there. And back in November 1979, a computer technician accidentally fed a training tape that simulated a missile raid against the U.S. into the live NORAD early warning system.

Now get this: the NSA develops the codes by which the President must identify himself to authorize a nuclear strike. You know the Football? That's the black briefcase carried by the military Presidential shadow. It contains the Gold Codes (the Presidential instructions to authorize the release of nuclear weapons), the SIOP attack options, and a decision book. The Gold Codes are changed daily, one set going to the White House for the Football, and simultaneously to nuclear command posts around the world. The attack options are just subsets of potential targets. For example, SIOP-5D, which came out in 1980, identified 40,000 potential targets, and gave the President Limited Attack Options, Selected Attack Options, Major Attack Options, and Regional Nuclear Options. There were also two special categories: a pre-emptive strike against the Russkies, and LOW (Launch on Warning) or LAU (Lauch Under Attack).

Wonder who is on the list now? If you're looking to find out, watch out for the two-man rule: no one person is supposed to have access to nuclear weapons and release codes and such, so you may need an accomplice, depending on what you're fixin' to do. Hell, the President can't even open the Football--only the Director of the Military Office, the warrant officers, and the military aides have the combo.

The NSA put out the National COMSEC Plan for Space Systems and Nuclear Weapons Systems back in 1982. This has been updated, I guarantee you, and you can get good cash for the latest version.

Now, under W Group in the NSA's Directorate of Operations is the Defense Special Missile and Astronautics Center (DEFSMAC). That's a joint DIA-NSA operation, which is the principal body of men and women who keep minute-by-minute track of threats to the U. S. of A. from missiles, aircraft, and other types of overt military activity. Anything you can get on them might give your enterprising enemy nation good ideas how to muck up their operation. (What do you care? You got one of them JEEP-1 cards, don'tcha?) Their stuff goes everywhere: CIA, White House Situation Room, whatnot.

Remember when Russians weren't even allowed to visit Dallas, Texas, on account of all the surrounding defense electronics? Well, one of the reasons has to do with E-Systems, which does a lot of NSA's computer software and hardware. (They developed that little Herf gun, you know, the one that can take out a plane's guidance and control system? The pilot finds himself pulling levers and pushing buttons, and nothing responds. Deadly mother. Good for causing plane crashes.) You already probably know a lot about them, because of their relationship to Systematics. The NSA's got some new computers coming on. Try to get the operating system or anything like that.

The Defense Mapping Agency gets things contoured out so as the missiles can find the target. Once upon a time SIOP was just a set of black lines, all converging at Moscow, on the big map of the Soviet Union that Curtis LeMay used to have. To get there, each SAC plane would carry the best maps of their target, most of them pre-WW2 jobs not worth shit. Hell, back in 1941 RAF bombers had problems getting their bombs to within a five mile radius of the target. Not very PRE-CISE. (Bombs made one of them Poisson distributions around target: read Gravity's Rainbow.)

Well, we still got that same precision problem. You saw that video they played over and over the in Gulf War? That bomb dropping down the smokestack of a factory? Don't you believe the BS for a minute. Seventy-five percent of those bombs went astray. As for enemy terrain, we didn't know diddly-squat about the Soviet Union until the CIA got the word to do a high- altitude plane, and they got Lockheed to turn out the U-2 in record time. It could fly at 70,000 feet. But tough on the pilot: two hours of pure oxygen so he wouldn't get the bends, and a diet of steak and eggs because there weren't any toilet facilities. Later the Joint Chiefs acquired control of the spy planes like SR-71 and RC-135, and signals were processed by the NSA and photos by the CIA.

But satellites, not spy planes, map most of it now, and the contours of the target terrain are stored in the missile's computer so it will know when it has reached target. You know, like a gif file with all the naughty bits, where the computer matches pixel against pixel until it knows it's arrived on target and there's a great nuclear orgasm. (No way to avoid digital because a few high altitude nukes will send out an EMP, an electromagnetic pulse, that will wipe out the Global Positioning System.)

Now, never forget, Vincey boy, there's always a ready market for plutonium. You know, the stuff they put in the bombs to make them go BOOM? Well, now, all the nuclear facilities are guarded by a little outfit called the Wackenhut Corporation. Ed Meese came in and said, How my friends gonna make any money if the Marines do the job? Hell, we all know each Marine comes with two PR agents, so we'll let one Wacky Hutterite do the job of three. So it was, and now we're all getting rich, because those Wacky Hutterites are as entrepreneurial as hell.

Or similar products. Remember how in the early 80s just when you were getting into the laundry business, they decided it was important to keep both Iran and Iraq equally armed, so no one would win the war? Well, Iraq was about to get its ass kicked, so we made a crash program to help the Iraqis. (In the Iran-Contra hearings even Ollie North said the coverup was itself a coverup. Because it wasn't Iran we were mostly dealing with, it was Iraq.)

Now you know Ihsan Barbouti, the Iraqi architect who has that engineering firm in Frankfurt and who came over here with a contract to build Iraqi airfields? Well he invested in TK-7 of Oklahoma City, Pipeline Recovery Systems of Dallas, and Product Ingredient Technology of Boca Raton. Want to know why? TK-7 makes a fuel additive that can extend the range of SCUD missiles and jet aircraft. Pipeline Recovery coats pipes so they're usable in nuclear reactors and chemical-weapons plants. And Product Ingredient Technology makes cherry flavoring. (Gotcha there, didn't I?) Ferric ferrocyanide is a by-product of cherry flavoring, and can be used to make hydrogen cyanide, a nice poison gas for the Kurds and whey.

Well, guess who got the contract to covertly deliver all this stuff to Iraq? Wackenhut, naturally. (Those boys are famous out here in Nevada, on account of guarding Area 51 and such like research facilities. It's a weird scene out here. Between Reno and Las Vegas off highway 95 they got the Naval Undersea Warfare Center. In the middle of the desert! It's a nuclear bunker for nuclear-armed torpedos and such. If that mother ever goes up, it'll leave the nearby town of Hawthorne flat as a Dow Corning breast implant. They'll be breathing Hawthorne molecules from here to Tonopah.)

If you find all this nuclear stuff too confusing, you might try stealing a copy of the President's Daily Brief which covers the most significant information from the previous day, including info from the nation's most sensitive sources. I'm sure your better-financed enemy nation will pay top dollar for a copy passed along daily.

Whatever you do, don't get any legal advice from the NSA.

Your friend,

Har Meggido

Posted to the Internet Oct. 9, 1995