About 25 years ago, a colleague at work introduced me to a former colleague of his (call him “O”). All three of us were engineers, government employees at one of the intelligence agencies. We were all white males in our mid-30s, with bachelors’ degrees.
O was rabidly right-wing, to the point of starting a political argument over a cup of coffee. If it rained, it was Bill Clinton’s fault. If it got dark at night, it was Hillary’s fault.
Over the years, my colleague and I advanced regularly, eventually reaching GS-15 grade. O did not, partly because he refused to get a master’s degree, partly because he didn’t really do much work, and partly because he refused to complete a simple certification process which was required for promotion beyond GS-12. Why should he? All the promotions went to women and minorities. Besides, the system was going to collapse soon, so what would money matter? O was very vocal about keeping all his savings in gold, and hinted darkly about belonging to a militia.
O spent much of his time posting on the agency’s internal message boards. Among his claims were that Tim McVeigh was framed (it was “the government” who blew up the building) and that the Clinton administration was trying to lower the age of consent to 12.
If you’re amazed that this guy was an employee of this evil “government”, and held a top secret clearance, you’re not the only one. HR did at one point investigate a complaint filed against him, but it was for his hygiene. His management asked him to shower more often.
If I had to pick the best O story, I could narrow it down to these two:
One day, O announced that the government’s conspiracy of hiding aliens was about to get revealed. He had seen an ad in the back of a magazine which claimed to have samples of these aliens, and would soon be receiving in the mail things which were guaranteed to “move, and to not be of this earth”. He eventually was disappointed to receive several lenticular pictures (the kind that move when you view them from different angles) of the planets. Truly, they moved, and were not of this earth. He was advised that it looked like he couldn’t get his money back.
At one point, I was dating a woman who was a single mother. In response to seeing a picture I carried in my wallet of her, her child, and me, O smiled and said, “Fornicator!”
One day in the mid-2000s, I saw O working at a supply task outside of office spaces. This is something done temporarily when a cleared person has had their clearance suspended and things are being adjudicated. Eventually, we learned that O did indeed lose his clearance and his job. During a periodic re-investigation, he had refused to provide documentation related to his finances. It sounded like he had committed the employment version of “suicide by cop”, wanting to be fired so he could complain about how unfair the system was to him.
I haven’t heard anything about O in years. If I ever do, I just hope it isn’t on CNN, and doesn’t involve the word “compound”.