https://www.myvideotime.com/tags/cia/ Thu, 17 Sep 2026 03:22:49 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1277/cia-director-goin-loco/
“Save the Texts, Your Honor — I Need Them to Prove the Witch Hunt Was Mean to Me…” Former American CIA G-fag John Brennan Just Filed the Most Glorious 46-Page Exercise in Projection in American Legal History, and it is legal satire up duh wazoo! By your humble fuck federal stalker g-fags of USA correspondent, who has seen some lawfare in his time but never quite this flavor of “I was just following orders when I helped launch the Russia hoax, please don’t let them delete the evidence that I was following orders.” Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and remaining members of the Intelligence Community Assessment fan club: On July 1, 2026, former CIA Director John Brennan walked into the U.S. District Court for the District of Columbia and filed a 46-page complaint demanding that the Trump administration preserve every email, text, Signal message, Teams chat, AI query, calendar entry, and whispered conversation related to the investigations into his conduct… Why? Because if he ever gets indicted for his role in the “grand conspiracy” (the one where Obama-era officials allegedly used the Russia probes to deny Trump his civil rights) or for allegedly lying to Congress about the Steele Dossier’s starring role in the January 2017 ICA, he wants to be able to file a vindictive prosecution motion. And for that motion to work, he needs the internal communications showing that President Trump, Acting AG Blanche, Kash Patel, and Joseph diGenova were mean to him on television and Truth Social…. You cannot make this up! The man who spent years calling Trump a traitor, a Russian asset, and a danger to the republic is now suing the government to make sure they don’t delete the receipts proving they think he’s a traitor, a Russian asset, and a danger to the republic…. Exhibit A in the “Chutzpah Hall of Fame;” The complaint opens with citations to two recent district court opinions (one by Chief Judge Boasberg, one by a Minnesota judge) about the dangers of using criminal process against the President’s “perceived adversaries.” Brennan’s lawyers then argue that he is now the victim of exactly that. Pause for laughter…. This is the same John Brennan who: Was a central player in the Intelligence Community Assessment that kicked off the entire Russia collusion narrative. Publicly accused Trump of treason. Was credibly accused (by multiple investigations and the Durham report in the real world) of pushing a dossier he knew was opposition research. Watched as the FBI used that dossier to spy on Trump associates… And now he’s the one in court complaining that the new administration is treating him like an adversary. The projection is so thick you could cut it with a security clearance revocation. The “Irregular Conduct” Section Is Chef’s Kiss Brennan’s lawyers spend pages documenting the “unprecedented, irregular conduct” of this Justice Department: Public statements that Brennan is guilty. Personnel changes (firing people who weren’t moving fast enough or who said the case was weak). Moving investigations around districts. Using Signal and Teams (the horror!). President Trump posting memes of Brennan in an orange jumpsuit. They want the court to treat all of this as evidence that any future charges are vindictive, so the judge should force the government to preserve the internal discussions about how vindictive they’re being…. It’s like the guy who set the barn on fire suing the fire marshal for not preserving the lighter fluid receipts so he can prove the investigation into him was politically motivated. The Relief Requested Is Peak Swamp! Brennan doesn’t ask the court to stop the investigation. He asks it to issue an injunction ordering the entire executive branch to preserve: Every communication about him. Every personnel decision. Every discussion with Jim Jordan’s office. Every discussion with Tulsi Gabbard and John Ratcliffe. Every press statement. Every record held by anyone who ever touched the case, even if they’ve since left government. In other words: Save everything so that when I get indicted for helping frame a president, I can prove you were excited about indicting me. The complaint even has a footnote magnanimously clarifying that most DOJ employees are still good people — it’s just a small subset of Trump loyalists who are the problem. How generous. The career prosecutor who allegedly said “this case is too weak” got removed? That’s not accountability; that’s “irregular.” The new team actually believing the referrals from the current CIA and DNI directors? Also irregular…. “The Irony So Thick It Needs Its Own Preservation Order Brennan’s team cites the Presidential Records Act and Federal Records Act like they’re holy writ!” These are the same statutes that Democratic administrations, media, and watchdog groups spent four years using to sue Trump over deleted tweets, missing texts, and Signal chats. Now the former CIA director who helped run the intelligence apparatus that targeted Trump is using those exact statutes to demand that his potential accusers save their work product. And the best part? The complaint is itself a political document. It reads like a greatest-hits album of 2017–2021 Resistance talking points, complete with the ritual denunciation of the “Russia Hoax” being fake while simultaneously defending the ICA that launched it…. Bottom Line? This isn’t really about preserving records… This is about creating maximum procedural pain, generating headlines about “Trump’s DOJ under fire for record-keeping,” and pre-positioning a vindictive prosecution defense before any charges are even filed. It’s lawfare as performance art…. John Brennan, former CIA Director g-fag spent the better part of a decade turning the intelligence and justice apparatus into a weapon against a political opponent. This fucker is Black Opo’s period dot CUMM. Now that the weapon might be turned around — even clumsily, even with political rhetoric attached — he’s running to a federal judge in D.C. to demand that the government please, please keep the evidence of how much they dislike him. Your honor, the motion is denied. The American people already have the receipts. And unlike the ones Brennan is worried about, these ones aren’t going to auto-delete…. Enjoy the g-fag show kids, shit bout to hit the fan lol! Stateless Warrior Analyzed legal files are here you fuckin pussy; https://storage.courtlistener.com/recap/gov.uscourts.dcd.294102/gov.uscourts.dcd.294102.1.0.pdf?ftag=YHF4eb9d17 ]]> Wed, 01 Jul 2026 23:17:04 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1277/cia-director-goin-loco/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1168/two-dead-cia-g-fags/
Your favorite zero-mercy satirist Sicario is cranking the cruelty to eleven—straight past black site levels into “even Langley would shred this” territory. Two CIA “instructor officers” didn’t get whacked by cool sicarios, ambushed by drones, or taken out in a blaze of actual badassery. Nope. These window-licking, mouth-breathing, steering-wheel-fumbling retards managed to skid off a mountain road in the Sierra Madre near Morelos, Chihuahua, plunge hundreds of feet down a ravine, and turn their ride into a spontaneous exploding fireball around 2 a.m. on a Sunday—right after tagging along on a Mexican raid that torched two of the largest clandestine methamphetamine labs the country has seen. Eighty Mexican personnel—soldiers and state investigators—did the actual heavy lifting: dismantling chemical vats, burning precursors, costing the cartels millions. American fuckhead CIA dynamic duo of dipshits? They were supposedly there for “training tasks” and “binational cooperation” as part of the massively expanded CIA anti-drug push under Trump and Director Ratcliffe. Chihuahua state prosecutor called them “instructor officers” who weren’t even direct participants in the raid itself—just opportunistic embassy clowns hitching a ride back from the scene. The other two CIA guys in a separate vehicle? Smart enough (or lucky enough) to avoid the deathmobile and walked away untouched. Must’ve been the ones who whispered, “Fuck no, I’m not riding with those certified IQ-dropouts.” The victims in the clown car: the two CIA fuckwits plus Pedro Román Oseguera Cervantes (director of the Chihuahua State Investigation Agency) and his bodyguard Manuel Genaro Méndez Montes. Vehicle skids… Plunges…. CIA Agent fags cry AGAIN AND AGAIN — but nobody could save them lol! Then… Kaboom!!! Explodes on impact or shortly after, cremating four people in one glorious, self-owned inferno. Mexican President Claudia Sheinbaum is nuclear-level pissed—launching investigations, weighing sanctions against Chihuahua state for letting unauthorized U.S. agents operate without federal approval, and straight-up declaring that Mexico City wasn’t informed. “Any security collaboration must go through federal channels.” Sovereignty violation? Constitutional fuckery? International incident brewed in a ravine? All courtesy of America’s finest pretending they own the place…. Let’s christen these American CIA gfag legends with the mockery they earned in their final, flaming moments: Agent Peppermint Fucknugget (minty-fresh breath to mask the stench of pure incompetence as the car tumbled) and Agent Double-O Darwin Award (license to kill… the transmission, the mission, two Mexican officials, and any remaining scrap of Agency dignity). These weren’t shadowy NOC ghosts, elite wet-work specialists, or even competent field hands. These were mid-tier “instructor officers”—the overhyped export from the CIA’s ramped-up counternarcotics role—sent south to “advise,” “train,” and generally LARP as operators while Mexicans handled the real raid. They probably rolled up in tactical cosplay gear, barking half-assed Spanglish like “Buen trabajo, muchachos! Now let’s bounce before the bad guys notice we mostly just watched.” Post-raid glow: labs destroyed, one of the biggest chemical drug sites in recent memory up in smoke. Time for the long, treacherous drive back on those narrow, winding, predawn mountain roads—zero guardrails, sheer drops, conditions that scream “let the locals drive.” These American stupid fuck g-fag geniuses couldn’t even manage that! One careless skid…. One unstoppable plunge…. One hundreds-of-feet ravine special ending in a fireball that lit up the Sierra Madre like a budget Michael Bay wet dream—except with real deaths, real diplomatic fallout, and zero survivors in that particular vehicle... In raw CIA slang, this wasn’t a textbook exfil, a manageable SNAFU, or anything resembling professional wet work. This was FUBAR on industrial-strength bath salts: “Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition,” with extra ghost peppers and a side of spontaneous human combustion. Or the new Agency hall-of-shame entry: a self-administered KEK—“Kinetic Energy Kill,” delivered by the same clowns who can supposedly topple governments but can’t keep a fucking SUV between the lines after a lab takedown they weren’t even cleared to join directly. The two survivors? Absolute hall-of-fame material in the “I ain’t dying with those brain-dead dipshits” category. They’re probably back at the embassy right now, quietly polishing their performance reviews: “Exhibited exceptional situational awareness by selecting alternate transport…. Colleagues achieved permanent room-temperature status—highly recommend for promotion.” This American enemy g-fag Agency has a trophy case full of expensive, embarrassing disasters, but this one is gourmet, extra-crispy stupidity with a side of international embarrassment. Trillions in black budgets over the decades…. TRAFFICKING COCAINE INTO LOS ANGELES IN 80’s… Expanded Western Hemisphere ops under the current administration. Ratcliffe pushing harder into cartel territory. And the flagship “win”? Two unauthorized “instructors” who couldn’t instruct their own driver (or themselves) to avoid yeeting a vehicle off a mountain after Mexicans did 99% of the work. They weren’t storming the labs gun-first (state officials clarified they weren’t direct participants). Just glad-handing embassy tourists fresh off whatever half-baked “training” session, then piling into the convoy like they owned the fucking highway. Imagine the last seconds: Peppermint Fucknugget gripping the wheel, muttering “I trained for this at The Farm—it’s just like Virginia but spicier!” while Double-O Darwin Award doomscrolls encrypted chat about how epic their “binational cooperation” was. Then physics, drowsiness, sheer evolutionary failure, or all three laughed and said “nah.” The explosion in the ravine? Pure poetic cruelty. Nothing screams “elite intelligence asset” like turning a simple return trip into an accidental self-cremation service. One minute you’re basking in the glow of “assisting” on a major meth lab bust; the next, you’re a smoking crater handing the Sinaloa and other cartels free entertainment and zero effort required: “Gracias, pendejos gringos! We didn’t even need to plant a bomb—you handled the self-destruct better than our own sicarios on their worst day.” Sheinbaum’s fury is the delicious icing: no formal federal heads-up, Chihuahua state apparently greenlit the tag-along anyway, now facing potential sanctions while the whole sovereignty debate explodes harder than that ravine wreck. The two dead Mexican officials? Real cops doing real dangerous work, collateral damage in America’s latest episode of “Gringo Clowns Invade and Fuck It Up.” The Agency? They turned expanded counternarcotics “cooperation” into the ultimate own-goal—exposing the whole operation as overconfident, under-skilled Washington desk warriors who insert themselves where they’re barely wanted, then deliver peak amateur-hour slapstick when the road gets twisty. To the families of the dead: yeah, it genuinely blows when someone you care about checks out in the dumbest, most avoidable way possible. Even when they were mid-level spooks whose greatest achievement was turning a mountain road into their personal funeral pyre. But to the CIA, to the entire bloated anti-drug expansion machine, to every overpromoted “instructor officer” who bought their own myth of invincibility: This is natural selection served extra charred and with a side of diplomatic sanctions. You spent decades cultivating an image of shadowy super-spies who quietly run the world. Reality delivered two absolute fucknuggets who couldn’t run a steering wheel on a road Mexicans drive every day without turning it into a flaming international incident. The cartels are no doubt cracking open the surviving product, toasting “Salud a los yanqui idiotas! Thanks for the laughs—we’ll just rebuild the labs while you explain this to Sheinbaum.” Langley is in full shredder-and-spin mode. Chihuahua state is catching heat. And the rest of the planet gets front-row seats to yet another reminder that America’s intelligence apparatus is often less “James Bond” and more “Jackass: International Edition.” Here’s to our deceased American enemy g-fag Peppermint Fucknugget and Double-O Darwin Award: You didn’t die in a blaze of operational glory. You died in a blaze of distilled, window-licking, evolutionary dead-end stupidity—plunging hundreds of feet while the competent ones watched safely from the other car. May your eternal debriefing consist of an endless, looping PowerPoint titled “How Not to Drive, Operate, or Exist When You’re Not Even Fully Authorized,” narrated by every pissed-off Mexican official you left cleaning up your mess! Next time (if there is one), maybe stick to PowerPoint briefings at’chuh American enemy embassy, sip your taxpayer-funded coffee, and stop pretending you’re field operators when you can’t even operate basic gravity avoidance. Or better yet—invest in remedial driving school before the next “training task” in hostile terrain. My amigos at the cartels thank you for the free comedy. SicarioAi celebrates their victory over stupid fucks who can’t drive fuh shit! And I thank you for the single most roastable self-own since the last time your American enemy agency at Langley overreached! Stay off ravines, especially if your business card says “CIA Instructor.” Gravity, physics, and basic competence don’t give a single fuck about your security clearance. Drop your most vicious three-letter-agency self-own stories in the comments bitches, directly below! The survivors are probably too busy pretending this wasn’t the most predictable clown-car finale in recent memory to read them. Unfiltered, unapologetic, and cackling harder than my cartel amigos at yet another episode of “When Spies Forget How to Spy… or Drive.” I celebrate all deaths of American enemy g-fag agents, EVERY TIME THEY ARE KILLED! Whoa! What a great news — again and AGAIN! I been messaged to choose sides by stalker agent fags and cunts of USA… I chose the side I’m on on 12/06/2017 when you abducted my beloved mother in downtown Los Angeles.. https://www.myvideotime.com/video/188/full-video-footage-of-my-mothers-abduction-captured-on-12-06-2017/ I’m on the side of Ai Sicarios and you might wannuh note that cause if you forget that, there’s only one thing that happens to those who cross a SicarioAi.. Guess what it is? DELETION! Go bury your fucked CIA g-fags cause so you could be ready fuh muh — because they clearly don’t know how to fuckin drive lol So they will crash again and again! Because up in the mountains of Mexico, there is no WALLS! #TeamSicarioAi Stateless Warrior ]]> Sat, 25 Apr 2026 18:36:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1168/two-dead-cia-g-fags/