the C.I.A.

Now, when I first read the true story of Jesus' masterful capture of Rome through the guerilla group "Soldiers of the Eucharest" I wasn't sure what to make of it. A young recruit, heading to Langley promptly by 8 every morning, life had the hom-drum appeal of those for whom nothing exciting ever happened. So, my first task, analyzing the effect of Jesus, given the real evidence, well it had me itching for more answers. For example, in transfering the deed for the Oriental Gardens of Parnushia to Aislam, the Hebrew Israelite woman who whored herself on occassion, did Jesus really believe that he could reconstitute a new Kingdom of Jehovah on occuppied Roman soil. These sorts of inconsistencies were crucial.

"Sir," I stepped into the analyst's office. They called him "Jade of Babylon" the analyst at the CIA with the ear of the White House.

"Ah, the newbie" he smiled. "So now that you know about Jesus, what say ye? eh?"

"Sir.." I paused.

"Yes... go ahead?"

What was I to tell him. That I WAS Jesus?