On my possible secret life

My brother-in-law is convinced that I work for the CIA, and I think he may be on to something. I can never adequately explain what I do for a living, I travel around Europe on so-called business at the drop of a hat, and I carry a wide assortment of technological equipment on my person at most times. I passed through customs last year carrying no less than 8 mobile phones, waving the matter away by claiming I worked for a company involved with mobile phone software that was giving a presentation the next day. See? The perfect cover.

But what of my constant polemics against the present governmental situation in the United States of America? Well of course; I'd need to throw you off the scent. It all fits. In fact, perhaps my conspiracy theories about the CIA are, in reality, grounded in cold hard fact, and I am simply using this blog as an outlet for my double-or-more agentry.

I leave you to ponder this theory. Bring me my poison-tipped umbrella and hand me my vial of polonium, my dear. I'm just going outside, I may be some time.