Of course Ignatius knows the score, so if his “fictional” opus fails to serve up Decaprio as a CIA operative who is either an unwitting cog, chasing a phantom or running what he believes is a “double” agent (à la Alli Mohammed); or more realistically, he is the mole, protecting and/or handling a black-ops patsy; we’ll see nothing less than a “limited hangout” that, no matter how disparaging of the major players, still serves to support the regime’s “the hate us for whatever, blow-back blanket excuse” for waging its lethally vicious, black-ops/psy-ops, global war of terror.

So, if that’s all they’re willing to do, bugger ‘em! Their little “fiction” can then take it’s place along side all the so-called “non fiction” we’ve been fed in the last year, starting with Woodward’s “State of Denial” through Ritter’s “Target Iran.” They all lambaste the regime, but draw the line at calling them out on their masterfully cynical skewering of global politics through wholesale deployment of tragically lethal false flag black-ops/psy-ops — willing to declare the them liars about everything “except” 911 while protecting their lecture-touring ass-et…pathetic!