Its the fat lady, I swear, she was planting a bomb in all the confusion sir!

The really sad thing, is that this is nothing new. Doing some research on the early drug war 1914-1930, I spent some QT watching old silent movies from the teens and early 'twenties (much less fun sans piano). One of the reoccuring themes was two agents, one from treasury, the other from another agency trying to infiltrate a local chinese opium ring undercover (don't ask). Lo and behold, before they shot each other, the truth came out, the comely agent playing a hooker finally conveyed her feelings for the G man, and Fu Manchu met his demise. 90 years old, and same as it ever was. Is it just me, or do we spend way too much time trying to out smart ourselves? Honestly, if it was a cliche to our great grandfather's in 1925, why are we still doing this?

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