Sometimes I feel far behind the times in cultural allusions.
In 2016-17 I was aware of the highly questionable investigation of the Trump campaign and, later, administration launched by the FBI and then joined by the CIA and the NSA, primarily based on manufactured accusations advanced by his political opponent Hilary Clinton.
From Wikipedia:
Crossfire Hurricane was the code name for the counterintelligence investigation undertaken by the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) from July 31, 2016, to May 17, 2017, into links between Russian officials and associates of Donald Trump and "whether individuals associated with [his] presidential campaign were coordinating, wittingly or unwittingly, with the Russian government's efforts to interfere in the 2016 U.S. presidential election". Trump was not personally under investigation until May 2017, when his firing of FBI director James Comey raised suspicions of obstruction of justice despite many Democrat's raising equally subjective views of Comey's performance prior.
It all eventually came to nought owing to lack of evidence in the affirmative and a lot of evidence against the accusations.
I never gave the name of the operation, Crossfire Hurricane, a second thought.
Watching a show last night, there was reference in a song to Crossfire Hurricane. Turns out, on investigation, it is the opening line of the Rolling Stones 1968 hit Jumpin' Jack Flash.
Though I knew the song, as so often happens, I did not know the lyrics. I never caught the FBI allusion to the Rolling Stones in their naming of the operation.
Jumpin' Jack Flashby the Rolling StonesI was born in a cross-fire hurricaneAnd I howled at my ma in the driving rainBut it's all right now, in fact, it's a gasBut it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack FlashIt's a gas! Gas! GasI was raised by a toothless, bearded hagI was schooled with a strap right across my backBut it's all right now, in fact, it's a gasBut it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack FlashIt's a gas! Gas! GasI was drowned, I was washed up and left for deadI fell down to my feet and I saw they bledI frowned at the crumbs of a crust of breadYeah, yeah, yeahI was crowned with a spike right thru my headBut it's all right now, in fact, it's a gasBut it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack FlashIt's a gas! Gas! GasJumping Jack Flash, it's a gasJumping Jack Flash, it's a gasJumping Jack Flash, it's a gasJumping Jack Flash, it's a gasJumping Jack Flash
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