The Secret Service Journal

When Comrade Obama comes to town those of us deemed Class III (threat to the presidency) will receive a visit from the U.S. Secret Service.  In my case, America’s Praetorian Guard will request even more – they want to keep “eyeballs” on me while The One is in town.  I should note the American SS has no legal authority to invade my privacy: The agents are moved against me like chess pieces on the express orders of the senior chess master in Washington, D.C. When called to account for their actions, the best excuse the pawns can come up with is The Nazi Alibi, “I am only following orders.” I can relate many unpleasant events that happened to me on the days when a president came to town. One of the most intense occurred in Orlando, Florida in the spring of 2007. At that time I worked as a counselor/driver/office worker at Central Care Mission (CCM), a Christian drug rehab that focused on getting addicted men back on their feet. On this particular afternoon I was disp...