Dear Tee lil dee to tha Oh double Gee writing to me from Fuckthatbitchrebel @rebelsabitch.com
Come on now. Is that even a real website? I was most interested to read your comment:
“Listen here you know nothing, no dick faggot if I’m Ciccone PROVE IT!!!!!! You claim to know more than you’ve let on, then PROVE IT!!! We both know you can’t and rather than be a man and apologize and admit you called the wrong person a faggot munckin (sic) ATF bitch, you just burry (sic) your head in the sand and say you don’t want to argue.
So Rebel you cunt, I say again…Grow a set, be a man and let’s see some evidence that I’m Ciccone!!”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Rebel is a “fabricating yo-yo.” I get that a lot.
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First thing, I have to say, there you go again with the multiple explanation marks. For the Lord’s sake, dude! Are you even aware you do that? I thought you were supposed to be like Sherlock Holmes or something. Please get one of the other ATF Agents to explain to you what the phrase “literary forensics” means and then use it in a sentence five times a day for three days before you write back. Okay? Just a little hint. My gift to you.
Second, do I have to take down my pants so you can look at my ass and see that I don’t have a tail? Prove it? Prove it?! Motherfucker, please. Or should I say, motherfucker please!!!!
As a rule, I do not discuss the methods or techniques I use to verify what I write. I prefer to use attributable sources but because of the nature of the beat I cover many of the sources I use are not attributed. In almost every case I know who I am talking to and I evaluate the source. I have a source who has told me, for example, that she thinks the nom sur le route T-Dogg is the invention of Eric Hardin. That might be a little too pat. And I only mention it now as an example of the many things I am told that I do not say. I am pretty sure you already know some of the other things I have been told but have not said. Right?
I protect sources. And, I do not know for a fact that T-Dogg today is exactly the same ATF Agent he was in June. I would ask you to think about it if I thought you could. I am not there watching you! For all I know, today you are Jenna McGuire. In June that ATF Agent’s name was John Ciccone.
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Third, the story I wrote last week and posted Monday ran about 11,000 words which is really asking a lot of readers. If I had been willing to go longer I would have gone into the “science of lying” as it is practiced at the ATF. A very rough draft of the piece included a couple of paragraphs about the work of former ATF Agent J.J. Newberry. I also really wanted to take a look at the ease with which the ATF Undercover Agents in Operation Black Rain passed their lie detector tests.
But I am still very interested in the culture of lying that seems to permeate the Bureau. Like this comment you have sent me. I am even interested in the sociology of it. Maybe a better word would be pathology. I am given to understand that ATF Agents even routinely lie to each other. Have you ever read Genesis 10? The Tower of Babel? Ring a bell?
Fourth, I do not discuss leads and stories that I have started to pursue and then abandoned. And, I think we both know what I am talking about here.
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Fifth, you are aware that these words you are writing are in public? Right? You are not ranting and fuming at me in invisible ink.
Although, on the other hand, I must admit that I really appreciate you opening this window into the soul of a “well-respected ATF Agent” so I could peer inside. Thank you for that. Please write anytime. Tell me more T-Dogg. Tell me more. Please feel free to vent.
Sixth, in regards to this page and your comments and your anonymous leads and hints at another current investigation and all that fucking shit: I think you have become like the General who is perfectly prepared to fight the last war. Do you really think, for example, that when you bluster at me and try to bully me that I will whimper and drop to my knees and eat Cheerios out of your fucking hand? Personally, I think your smart move here is to sit down for a couple of days, and take many deep breaths, and then ask yourself, “What does this asshole Rebel want and how fast can I give it to him.” I know you have my email address.
That would really be your best opportunity to influence what I write and to help me appreciate your side of things. This is not exactly Watergate, okay? You are not exactly Richard Nixon. I follow the leads. I write what I find. It is straightforward and easy. If not 101, this is no more than cub cops reporting 102.
Now if you will excuse me, I have the fucking flu.