Who is CNN’s Barbara Starr Sleeping With at the Pentagon?

Posted on by Stephenson Billings
CNN's Pentagon correspondent

CNN’s Pentagon correspondent has no equal in the media today.

In the ever competitive world of cable media, no one occupies a more rarefied perch than Barbara Starr. Each evening it is her responsibility to distill the most devastating events of our time into digestible morsels for the humble viewers at home. She is CNN’s ne plus ultra correspondent, bearing grave messages of death and destruction from the Pentagon’s somber briefing room. From the field, she handles four-star generals, wounded soldiers and disaffected DIA leakers with equal aplomb. And she does all of this with a Spartan, almost comforting, forthrightness.

Over the years, Ms. Starr’s meteoric rise through Washington’s inner ranks has raised eyebrows. She has simply broken too many significant stories. There have been rumors of very important intimate friends. Clearly her distinguished record does little to undermine the gossip. But neither her broadcast personality nor the harsh words of her competitors can truly explain the great enigma of this brilliant and fiery star.

For men of my generation, there is something inexplicably alluring about Barbara. Her eyes sparkle with a mischievous frisson as she recounts tales of mounting Arab insurgencies. She caresses those urgent briefings with a thrillingly handsome femininity. Her lushly painted lips wrap around the most complex foreign words effortlessly… “The Badakhshan Province…” “Minister Sergey Kuzhugetovich Shoygu…”

A known known.

Knowing the unknowable is a grave responsibility.

We are struck by Barbara’s sublime confidence night after night. She never doubts, never hesitates. She is steady and firm. Her words flow with clarity. Even when presenting the latest PR offensive on behalf of “The Agency,” she seems to do so knowingly, giving us a little wink that says there’s so much more to this story. When the TV screen is all hers, she commands it. For that minute — a minute that passes far too quickly in the minds of her faithful audience — her dulcet purr rules the airwaves and, with all due respect to James Earl Jones, becomes the voice of CNN.

From what well does Ms. Starr draw such strength? We may never know.

Intellectually vivacious women may be a rare breed on cable news stations, but Barbara is so much more. I would love to see her berate an underling. Not for any masochistic purpose, but solely for the reason that I think she would do so brilliantly. It would be a cross of Christian Bale and Woody Allen, but maybe that’s an underestimation. I suspect her anger, when and if it ever appears, is truly devastating. That’s the type of woman who makes me weak, who crushes my heart. I doubt I could survive long in her orbit. She would hurt me. Maybe that’s what she does to her unnamed sources. Loves them long enough to get what she needs, and then discards them like some budget-busting Lockheed tiltrotor. Maybe that’s the secret to her success. Do Starr’s ex-lovers bond in some sort of fraternal way? Do they revel in their brief moments in her irresistible gravity over single malts at the Hay-Adams?

A rock of strength in troubled times.

A steady hand for a nation about to burst.

Ms. Starr’s enviable career is not without its detractors, however. Some accuse her of being far too comfortable with the daily diet of warfare and terror served up by our top military brass. Others suggest she is a co-conspirator in their propaganda campaigns, making the froth of neocon aggression palatable to the masses. With ISIS and Russia and China and North Korea and Al Qaeda at our heels, we need to be reassured about American military might, no matter the truth.

The fact is we need to be afraid. We need to fear the world around us for it is always threatening the utter annihilation of the United States of America. Barbara’s unenviable job is to stare into the abyss our of military industrial complex. She does not flinch. In many ways, she is the military industrial complex personified. That’s the essence of her unmistakable musk of power. It’s a narcotic scent. Barbara, our goddess of war, our Enyo, our Bellona!

Glenn Greenwald and Chris Hayes can’t hold a candle to Barbara’s flaming soul. They tried. They came at her with outrage and bile. They attacked her integrity and with it, the very notion of American Empire. But Barbara’s fate has long been intertwined with the global destiny of this sacred nation. Our goddess, of course, triumphed against these foes. Who can stand in the way of progress? Her steely gaze throughout those tawdry tussles begs the question, what ignites this supernova of a woman? A Barolo in a corner booth at Bistro Bis, perhaps? The roar of an F-16 over the deck of the USS Ronald Reagan in the South China Sea on a Fourth of July morning? Maybe only her intimate sources deep within the bowels of the Pentagon are privy to such glorious secrets!

 

  • Blanche Beecham

    I’ve seen this lady on the television. She makes my brother in law leak high-pitched squeak gases from his body because he’s nervous. I think in some ways that is the appeal for a lot of men, a strong Mother figure that might bend a man over her ample lap and just paint his back porch red.

  • Anecdotes

    I have worked at the Pentagon for a number of years. She stalks the hallways near the public affairs section constantly to where I am almost guaranteed to see her many times per week.

  • Maximillian Wolf

    Who gives a fat, flying fuck who some CNN anchor is fucking? Honestly? Don’t you morons have something better to do with all of your free time?

    • ChannelSixtyNine69

      “Don’t you morons have something better to do with all of your free time?”

      No.

  • Vivian Rose

    As a Pentagon civilian, now retired after 30 years there, I met Barbara Starr several times. I admire her (cold) professionalism. She is definitely short on charm I’m afraid. She does not take compliments well!

  • Miguel Tinoco

    20 Aug 2016
    Let me tell you the truth of why I am here today. I am a smooth operator, a western male. I specilize in deep cover intelligence operations at home and abroad, from LA to Chicago and from NY to Key Largo. I trade and tread my targets and get in their skin while their blood is still warm. They don’t know me and I don’t know them, but I can always identify them. Last night or today, I was at work. Hillary Clinton came thru the back door of my house for a PPI or a one on one audience at my cabana. I requested of her what was wanted. She wanted my help with negative reporting issues with her political campaign. She made certain btacket gestures with her hands. I told her I would do it with great opposing arguments to lift up her popularity as when false reports were raining about her husband when he run for governor and he won. The more negative yet plausibly denied or negated rumors about him, the more popular he became until he won by a LANDSLIDE, for it produced the opposite effect contrary to good values. After our meeting Hillary left with her detail. Later on I had another encounter with Hillary at at the villages nearby. I was invited to come in. It was a small room and two beds. There were two upright safety boxes in the room. One of them had a few packets of hard cash and a three fuse time bomb. It was a hostage situation. I had been on the field hunting so I looked dirty or soiled. I was concerned about the time bomb and her well being. I though she was the hostage, but it turned out to be me. As a soldier I was tginking how to minimize waste of blood or casualties if the damn bomb went off while we were in the room. And then Barbara Starr entered the cabin. She came in alone but with a videotape camera. She checked me from top to bottom and asked me if i take showers to which I replied twice a day, in the morning and in the evenning. Then Hillary and I embraced side by side for a photo together which Barbara Starr filmed. (Message Part 1)

  • Miguel Tinoco

    (Message Part 2)

    Then, following the spirit of the secret meeting, Hillary Clinton and I begun to make up or kiss as if we were warming up to have sex. I felt her silk lips and the warmth of her flesh. Then I stripped her of all her clothes an put her on the bed side was while Barbara Starr filmed everything. I had no shirt on and I looked at my naked right arm. It was white skin and I understood why I was asked if I had taken a shower by Barbara. My arm had euther flakes of dansruff or psoriasis. Then I looked at the entire naked body of Hillary Clinto including her secret parts. I had a special device in my rerina with ultraviolet and infrared spectral view, so I checked the contour of her vagina and saw spots semen or pus around it. It looked loathsome. She had either a rotten vagina with gonorrhea or sombody else had recently banged her before me. Nevertheless , I was under cover and I proceeded to strip of the rest of my clothin to penetrate her. I was endowed and my white garments were not as white, but dusty as if had been in the desert for a while. Thought came to mind that I was in the body of an Islamic Terrorist, but my spirit was American. Then, just before engaging in dirty sex with Hillary Clinton and it being filmed by Barbara Starr, my kick came in and my spirit left the room. I just don’t know what happened next, but to have sex with that whorish woman was a given. This is what high ranking and aspiring politicians do to sell their soul to the highest bidders to gain favors or to obtain the highest political office. Something similar happenned four years ago when Mit Romney went to the political godfather to kiss his rod. I lie not. This is simply my intelligence report to all to whom it may concern. And I declare it humbly, nobly, boldly, soberly and solemnly in the sacred name ofJesus Christ, Amen.

    P10 Intelligence Codename:

    Gazelem Ix-Miquili-Pan-TL

    Scribe

    Miguel Angel Tinoco ROD-TREE-JESSE TL

  • Miguel Tinoco

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  • Miguel Tinoco

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