First paragraph (Teaser):

In the midst of all of this Karl RoveValerie Plame controversy
I have heard Valerie Plame described as being involved in "WMD
counter-proliferation". That's not entirely true however. She and her
coworkers were also engaged in spying on Americans inside
America, something which the CIA supposedly is not allowed to do.
I know. She called me in spring of 2003 pretending to be with
Brewster-Jennings. Following that I got a call from "Gail Heights"
at University Services trying to get information. As you may
remember, Gail Heights was the alias used by Gao Zhan, the
Chinese scholar who was convicted of exporting microprocessors
to Communist China. This was just one of many attempts by
Valerie Plame and her colleagues to get inside my life something
which began in 1996 after applying for a job at the CIA and long
before the 9/11 attacks.
Other attempts included wiretapping, bugging, e-mail interception,
opening of postal mail and surveillance.
This is something which I would like to see her and her colleagues
publicly explain.
Having made a detailed complaint on several occasions to both of
my senators, Senators Bill Nelson and Mel Martinez, I would also
like them to publicly explain why they haven't taken action against
the Central Intelligence Agency.

Rest of the text:

THE CIA SPIES ON AMERICANS IN AMERICA.
BUT WHY?

My name is Tom Christian. I'm an engineer and I live in south Florida.

I have two degrees: an engineering degree from Cal Tech and an MS degree in Space

Science and about 10 years of college education total. Despite all of this education though,

I still can't have a job which pays me enough to survive. Apparently I'm supposed to work

hard the rest of my life and have nothing so that lazy rich people can have more. (Somehow

that year of quantum mechanics I had at Cal Tech didn't seem too useful when I was working

at K-Mart....) So much for America the land of opportunity. But I digress. Not only is the

United States NOT the land of opportunity, it also happens to be somewhat of a police state.

You see, the CIA and FBI can violate your civil liberties any way they want, any time they

want. And they do. Or at least they did to me. And apparently it's a rather casual thing for

them. And what about the congressional lawmakers who are supposed to be watching them

and protecting you? They simply cover it up. Skeptical? Not the United States you were

raised to believe in? Let me tell you a story. One that all Americans should hear.

It involves a woman named Valerie Plame and a number of her associates. You may recognize her name. It's been in the news quite a lot since July of 2003 when she was alleged to have been revealed as a CIA employee by someone in the Bush administration. Given the corrupt nature of the Bush administration I would not be surprised at all if the allegations are true. But I don't feel sorry for Valerie. I personally do not like Karl Rove OR Valerie Plame. Why you might ask? Allow me to give you a different perspective on Valerie Plame and her colleagues, one which most Americans don’t have.

The following is a true story. It's an account of my experience with Valerie

Plame and her associates which began after I applied for a job at the CIA. It’s in the form

of a timeline and many of the dates are rough estimates. The writing is also in a very casual

style which I hope the reader will excuse.

Tom Christian

Weston, Florida

November 20, 2005

Timeline of Events

March (?) 1995

Applied to CIA.

Spring 1996

No response. I was irritated. Sent a letter to the CIA complaining about their slowness and requested that they make a decision.

Spring 1996

Waiting in terminal at Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood Airport for evening flight to Raleigh, NC. The entire terminal is deserted except for a tall young woman with an ancient looking green cosmetic case ( the kind your grandmother might have used) with a patch of aluminized mylar tape on the side. I walk over to her to talk with her. As I approach, she suddenly looks panicked, stands up and walks away so fast she’s practically running. As she stands up I see the name Rebecca Wolfson on the luggage tag. This is my usual luck with women but they don’t normally run away THAT quickly.

SpringSummer (?) 1996

I’m attending Sunday mass at Saint Boniface church in Pembroke Pines. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a young Asian woman sitting behind and to the left of me. She’s not participating in the mass, does not receive communion, does not look familiar (which is strange, the church is small and I know most of the regulars).

Occasionally I see her staring at me. Her clothes are very different from the sort of clothes that most people in Florida wear. She just looks out of place. This may be the second time I saw her. It may be the first. I later realize that this is the same woman that I would see at the local library signing her name as Eunjoo Kensinger.

( Years later, a public record search on her name would yield a number of addresses including one in Jordan:

KENSINGER, EUNJOO ANNE
US EMBASSY AMMAN RAO
APO, AE 09892 01/01/2003

Birthdate: 01/02/1971

KENSINGER, EUNJOO
5708 WALNUT ST #E2
PITTSBURGH, PA 15232 10/17/2004

KENSINGER, EUNJOO ANNE
880 HILLGATE PL
PITTSBURGH, PA 15220 09/01/2004

KENSINGER, EUNJOO ANNE
59 E BOND ST
CORRY, PA 16407 07/01/2001

KENSINGER, EUNJOO ANNE
25 ELK ST
CORRY, PA 16407 07/01/2001

KENSINGER, EUNJOO ANNE
5732 CENTRE AVE #2
PITTSBURGH, PA 15206 07/01/2001

KENSINGER, EUNJOO
5731 CENTRE AVE #2
PITTSBURGH, PA 15206 03/17/1999
Phone: (412) 441-4644

SpringSummer (?) 1996

Working out at the local gym, a short young spanish-looking guy with dark hair comes in with an FBI t-shirt and starts working out nearby. I later recognize him in Tyson’s Corner, VA as the person staying in the hotel room across the hall at the Best Western WestPark Hotel. Sometime later I remember seeing him at the local library and signing his name as Miguel Fabregas. Much later I would see him on TV at an FBI news conference announcing the break-up of the Cuban Wasp spy ring in Miami.

( Years later I was told that he was working in Bogotá, Columbia.)

SpringSummer (?) 1996

Going to work in the morning I notice a white van staying behind me on the turnpike. This is strange, I usually drive exactly the speed limit because I can’t afford a speeding ticket. People never stay behind me on the highway. Eventually the driver loses his patience, pulls around me and zooms ahead. As he drives by, I notice a direction-finding antenna array on the van. Strange. The direction-finding array is unmistakeable. It’s usually a set of 4 (sometimes more) vertical whip antennas each located at the corner of an imaginary square. There’s really only one purpose for such an array. You see these antenna arrays on cop cars frequently. I don’t know if the police use them to home in other police cars to locate them or to home in on Lojack transmitters (or both). The direction-finding array is usually connected to a device called a doppler direction-finder or an interferometer receiver if the user has access to military grade stuff. Doppler direction-finders are very popular with amateur radio operators who are into direction-finding and “transmitter hunting contests