This might be the most important text you’ve ever read.
It’s certainly more important than Dick and Jane and their dog named Spot whatever they might be up to these days in Centerville, Ohio. And anything else you might have read since then probably wasn’t all that important. Instruction manuals written by English-as-a-second-language tech writers in Malaisia, labels on boxes of muffin-mix, even novels by Stephen King aren’t as important as this.
If you are like me you have to think hard to remember characters and dialogues in books you haven’t read in half-century. But I’ve been waiting that long for Joseph Hellers prophetic novel, Catch 22, to get caught up with by events.
Yossarian to the mental ward physician: “Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?”
Pages later, to Orr: “Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?”
Yossarian to Major Major Major Major, pages later: “Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?”
To Milo Minderbinder, a chapter or so later: “Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?”
Today all the spy-vs-spies in the world are asking themselves the same question. Armed cruise missile operators are whispering those words into their microphones, “Give me the coordinates!”
low volume static, hissing, grumbling.
“Moscow airport? Am I allowed to target the Moscow International Airport?”
low volume static, hissing, grumbling.
“Well of course you need deniability. It has to look like an accident. Rogue drone kind of thing.”
low volume static, hissing, grumbling.
“World War III? Hell, we haven’t even finished WWII yet. Snowden was WWII. We’re all caught in a time warp.
low volume static, hissing, grumbling.
“Yeah, we need to watch for anyone named Yossarian. And Joseph Heller, if he’s still alive, needs to answer a few questions. If we see someone trying to corner the Egyptian cotton market we’ll know where to look.”
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 