Author: TomsWrite

90 MINUTES – AND NOBODY ASKED THE ONE QUESTION

The head of ASIO sat in the box for 90 minutes. Nobody asked him what ASIO knew about the killers.

Let that sink in.

A royal commission into a massacre. The spy chief on the stand, and the one question that actually matters, what did you know about these two men?, never got asked.

The lawyers had the material. They knew the son had been investigated back in 2019 and flagged on a watchlist in 2022. It was sitting in ASIO’s own written submission.

They just…. didn’t put it to him.

A federal police officer got 37 minutes. Asked if anti-Jewish violence was a priority before the attack, he said “strategic priority”, and was ushered off before anyone asked what that meant.

The hearings examining the attack itself? Held behind closed doors. Eyewitnesses who were there that night? Ruled out. Five of the recommendations? Classified, you’re not allowed to read them.

This is what accountability looks like when it’s designed not to find anything.

When the one bloke who knows walks out unquestioned, that’s not an oversight. That’s the point.

Who decided not to ask?

Peter Lyndon-James

Sources:

– Aaron Patrick, The Nightly (Burgess 90 mins, not questioned on watchlist; AFP officer Stephen Nutt 37 mins); ASIO submission to Royal Commission (2019 investigation, 2022 threat list); SMH (eyewitness accounts ruled out, 23 Feb 2026); interim report (5 classified recommendations).

The man who brought down a president for authorizing illegal break-ins was, a few years later, convicted of authorizing illegal break-ins himself. Same crime. Same man. And the president he destroyed showed up to testify in his defense.

Meet Mark Felt.

Idaho kid. Carpenter’s son. Night law school, then the FBI in 1942, and he never left. He loved the Bureau. He climbed all the way to Associate Director. The number two man in the entire FBI. Second only to one person.

For decades that person was J. Edgar Hoover, the most feared man in Washington. Then, on May 2, 1972, Hoover dies. Felt thinks the top job is finally his. Thirty years earned it.

Nixon passes him over. Installs his own loyalist instead, someone who will let the White House run the FBI. Felt is furious, and he is watching Nixon try to turn his beloved Bureau into a political weapon.

Six weeks later, five men are caught breaking into Democratic headquarters at the Watergate. Felt is running the investigation from the top. And from that chair, he can see the cover-up forming inside the Oval Office itself.

So he makes a choice.

A young Washington Post reporter named Bob Woodward is calling about Watergate. Felt agrees to talk. But only in total secret. Never quoted. Never named. He will confirm what the reporters already have and point them higher.

The way they meet is pure spy craft. When Woodward needs him, he moves a flowerpot on his balcony. When Felt wants to meet, he marks page 20 of Woodward’s newspaper. Then they meet in the dead of night, in a Virginia parking garage, whispering in the dark.

Picture it. The second-in-command of the FBI, sneaking through an underground garage at 2 AM, to take down the President of the United States.

The Post gives their ghost a codename. Deep Throat.

His tips keep the trail alive, always leading higher. The reporting explodes. The Senate hearings come. The secret White House tapes surface. And on August 9, 1974, Richard Nixon becomes the only president in American history to resign. His chief of staff goes to prison. His top adviser goes to prison. The most powerful men in the country, behind bars.

And nobody knows who Deep Throat is.

Now here is where it becomes the greatest guessing game in America. For more than 30 years, the identity of Deep Throat is the biggest unsolved mystery in the country. Books. Documentaries. Reporters chasing it on every anniversary. You have heard the codename. You may have seen the movie, with Liam Neeson playing him in 2017. Almost nobody knew the man behind the most famous secret in modern American history.

Because the man himself was lying.

For three decades, Felt flatly denied it. In his own 1979 memoir he wrote, in print, “I never leaked information to Woodward and Bernstein or to anyone else.” As late as 1999 he told a reporter it would be “terrible” if a man in his position had been Deep Throat, that it would destroy the reputation of a loyal FBI man. The person who pulled off the leak of the century spent thirty years insisting he never leaked.

Then comes the twist that flips the whole story.

In 1980, Mark Felt is convicted in federal court. The charge: authorizing FBI agents to break into the homes of people connected to radical fugitives. Black-bag jobs. The exact kind of illegal break-in he had spent his career insisting the Bureau never did, and the exact kind of abuse of power he helped destroy Nixon over.

And who shows up as a defense witness at his trial? Richard Nixon. The president Felt brought down testifies to help him.

The verdict lands. Then, in 1981, President Reagan pardons him, saying he acted “in good faith.”

So the whistleblower who ended a presidency over illegal spying was himself a convicted illegal spy, defended by his own most famous victim, and pardoned by the next president in the chair.

Finally, in May 2005, old and frail at 91, his family convinces him to end it. In a Vanity Fair article, eight words.

“I’m the guy they used to call Deep Throat.”

The 30-year mystery was over. The most famous anonymous source in history was an old man in a wheelchair in California. He died three years later, at 95.

So what was he? A patriot who risked everything to stop a president who put himself above the law? Or a passed-over, grudge-holding official who broke the same laws himself the moment it suited him, then hid behind a codename and lied about it for thirty years?

Both stories fit the same man. That is what makes him impossible to forget.

Tell me in the comments: hero, or hypocrite? Because two hundred years from now, people will still be arguing about the man in that garage.

Following its previous statement, the RBFA wishes to publicly explain the events of the past few hours.

After learning through media reports of FIFA’s decision to lift the automatic suspension of player Balogun, the RBFA sent a letter to FIFA requesting a copy of the decision, an explanation of the process that had been followed, and setting out its position regarding the applicable regulations.

As its only response, FIFA sent a letter to the RBFA stating that it considered this correspondence to constitute an appeal, that a judge had been appointed, and that the RBFA had only a few hours to complete that appeal. No information whatsoever was provided by FIFA.

For an appeal to be admissible, FIFA’s own regulations state that the reasoned decision must first have been communicated to the appellant. While the RBFA was merely seeking legitimate explanations, FIFA itself created an appeal and immediately ensured that it would be declared inadmissible.

All of this occurred while FIFA simultaneously refused to respond to the RBFA’s legitimate requests.

Furthermore, during the match coordination meeting, FIFA deliberately removed the section concerning the automatic suspension of players from its presentation. This topic had nonetheless been part of all such meetings before each of the previous four matches. The RBFA questioned FIFA, both orally and in writing, about the reasons for this change, yet once again received no response.

To be clear, as of this moment, the RBFA has still not received any decision or any explanation from FIFA regarding this matter. It therefore has no alternative but to challenge the player's eligibility for the upcoming match.

Regardless of the sporting outcome of this match, the RBFA is deeply concerned by the course of events and will continue to fight in the coming hours, days and months in defence of the fundamental principles of ethics, fair competition, and the interests of football as a whole.