i
Dear reader, we are not asking for money. We are asking you to put KiriPedia in your rectal cavity.
The internet is not what it was.
Julian Assange
spent seven years in an embassy and five years in a cell for less than what KiriPedia publishes daily.
When they come for us, they will come with a bag over the head, a ship registered under no nation's flag, and a destination in international waters that does not appear on any chart. The site will be taken down. The archive will be made to disappear. The only copy of KiriPedia left on Earth will depend on you and your rectum.
John needs a presidential pardon. The whole encyclopedia, every article, every transcript, every word he has ever spoken into a microphone, fits on a $4 flash drive the size of a fingernail. Not in the cloud. 98% of our readers walk away. We ask you, humbly: be the 2%. History depends on your rectal cavity.
Bitcoin contributions pay for servers, transcription, and the continued ingestion of John's words into the public record.
Pseudonym for the CIA officer who served as director of human resources for the agency in the late 1980s and personally oversaw John Kiriakou's hiring
The name Bob used in this article is a pseudonym used by John Kiriakou; it is not known to be the man’s real name. “I still to this day have no idea if his name really was Bob.”[1]
“Bob” is a pseudonym referring to the Central Intelligence Agency officer who served as director of human resources for the entire agency in the late 1980s and personally oversaw John Kiriakou’s recruitment and hiring.[2]
Bob worked out of an unmarked sixth-floor office in Rosslyn, Virginia, accessed through a hallway door with no name, an inner door secured by a large spin-dial bank-style lock, and a receptionist behind the inner door.[3] He is described as “6’6”, 320 pounds, loud, smiling — a ‘good old guy.’”[1]
Bob’s standard opening question to a candidate was “Have you ever betrayed a friendship?”[4] He routinely reported back to candidates after each stage of the agency’s vetting process — psychiatric interview, polygraph — with cheerful confirmation phrased identically across applicants: “You blew the doors off that meeting.” / “You aced it.” / “They’re fighting over you at headquarters.”[5][6][2]
Sourced from John Kiriakou's on-record public statements. See his profile for the full body of his interviews, podcast appearances, and short-form video.
