How clever. Isn’t agency speak a charming, original language? It’s as if the metaphor hides right there’ out in the open with NO FEAR that it will be challenged, or even discovered! Talking to or with, or about HYDRA’s seems to get a new ear every time–and those ears, attached to one of the many heads of the HYDRA!
But as some may have noted-and those my very few, yet extremely, doggedly dedicated (and often confused) readers can vouch for; I have been name dropping this HYDRA for quite awhile.
But I wasn’t talking about this one:
And elsewhere, if you look hard-but not too hard, it is hidden in plain sight just about anywhere I write. Odd, how some might think a Hydra could be hid; even more odd how a narrative, once despoiled, becomes itself a sort of hydra-a monstrous and confusing ball of clues that tell you nothing at all.
Or, as one of the ‘homeless’ travelers recently noted in regards to a mean little animal–a scavenger, I think– that was all balled up and chewing on someones hand–“it was like a tangled knitting ball made of of muscles and sinews,” or something to that effect.
Tis same traveler also had quite an innovative trap in mind:
” If you take a log, dig out a head sized hole, and pound two nails into it on an angle, the [animal] sticks its hand in there, or its head, and then tries to get the bait. But when it balls up its fist, and pulls up, it can’t get its hand out, and by then, it’s too late,”–the nails have done their job.
MOral of the story? ditch the bait, get your hand out, and be ready willing and able to describe the exploit when the traps go off on someone else. Life is full of traps and pitfalls…
I mean–who would think that a program that overlaps local jurisdictions, national borders, and tramples international treaties, trade agreements, and other legal frameworks should be named HYDRA? I can’t get over it–how about you?
But I do like Greek mythology, if only because of it’s odd narratives and even odder traditions of describing monsters that have modern cognates, century after century. It’s as if the west just can’t let Greece go. Well–in the metaphorical way, because as we know, Greece is kind of in the shitter right now, economically–it’s on the slippery slope of the EU and all.
But the west sure loves the classics, and the monsters of Greek mythology speak as loudly today as they did way back when Jason was buggering argonauts, and when Theseus and Perseus were having their way with the travel routes that led them always to heroism, fate, or disaster.
And the HYDRA–and what a many headed monster it is. How does one chop the head off of a hydra? Lets go to Wikipedia for a minute, via someone else who is a fan of both comical narratives:
Cartoons have a life and imagination all of their own, it seems [not]. Paperclip, Shield, and HYDRA in Marvel Comics: http://badassdigest.com/2014/04/09/shield-hydra-and-operation-paperclip/
And, see the Wiki entry in re: HYDRA from above.
My dedicated reader might realize at this point that words aren’t ALWAYS just words, and no matter how you try to extrapolate them into your own reasonable suspicions or probable causes for understanding, that they can and do effect certain chains of action–and certain responses in people, and the organizations that people subvert into their own useful narratives.
And dear reader, you might also gather that, sometimes words are excactly what they sound like–yet the pictures above directly contradict each other! How can one persons ‘little green men’ be another persons absolutely mythological narrative?
That remains to be seen–or not, depending on your version of NAtional Security, and its multi headed purposes of narration.
BUt* I didn’t ask for a sword, nor paint for vases. But I have been on an underworld journey for awhile, and that, well heeled steed I am on? One of your own.
Or not, once I got to the gates of hell, and looked down, ans saw you there, looking up at me, bidding me “come,” and then, snatching at my ankles like a tangled knitting ball.
*BUt: I often hit he wrong key when I type, and two capitol letters become part of the narrative, in recurring patterns. Sometimes, even I wonder why. But allya’all are way more clever than I am–you tell me why tht happens. o.k. Then, I can buy into your narrative like salt on McD’s fries.
Till then, you still suck, and you have intruded upon my narrative irreparably. BUt I get paid either way–in snake skin boots, or cloven hooves. What’s the difference?
Well-Ariadne for one, and just ONE silk thread would suffice, and you snakes can have all the hoofs you ever want out of my purse; all the snakeskins that fit you, straight of of my own closet; because that one silk thread is enough for me to wear, anywear, considering that She gave it to me–and you will wonder why I feel so clothed…
Or, maybe sometimes, a Hydra is a Hydra is a Hydra–a cigar, a cigar; simple, and not at all nefarious, if you know where to find them;-)
Hydra /ˈhaɪdrə/ is a genus of small, simple, fresh-water animals that possess radial symmetry. Hydra are predatory animals belonging to the phylum Cnidaria and the class Hydrozoa. They can be found in most unpolluted fresh-water ponds, lakes, and streams in the temperate and tropical regions and can be found by gently sweeping a collecting net through weedy areas.
Me? Not so much–after all, I am feeling the infamy of eternity as I write this.
And You Living for today, stuffing your face as we speak, with the coon meat I throw out my back door for you. Hungry, hungry, hungry….
Lastly, from Wikipedia (and their wonderful editors, few of whom I can quote directly, and none of whom I have plagiarized): “If Hydra are alarmed or attacked, the tentacles can be retracted to small buds.”
Or, tiny little fists, claws, or knitting balls;-)
Afterword: there is a certain IT professional-an American–working at a certain IT college in Beijing, China, who is intimately aware of if not integral to the existence of this program.
And this program, some might find interesting, is not AT ALL what is described in this snippet of quasi-revealing leaked material. At least, this one aspect of that material. And, thatAmerican migt want to be a bit more cautious in the manner of his data collection, especially in the last two years. Because why,huh, huh?
Because Krtek isn’t just a mole from Ceskoslovenska!
Yeah–how would I know anything about that anyhoo? Because I have been trapping racoons in my pond, and torturing them with nefarious means to subjugate them to my narrative! They will conform, or pay the ultimate price!!! THeir faces on the wall of shame!!!! Forever!!!!!!!