Who are these men?

Okay, the blue jays are pissing me off. They keep running off the song birds from the food. I know that’s their nature and all, but dammit, they do not have to be so dammed greedy. In fact, they aren't just greedy but they are bold. If the food gets low, they look in my door. Yes, look in and turn their heads to the side and they scold me. They even fight the squirrel for the nuts. I don’t know, they remind me of others, others that are greedy and hard to get along with, and greedy, and try to take over all the stuff, and real greedy and want to have more and get richer. I think they are working for the CIA, I think they are part of the patriot act project, and they are emulating the actions of those men, you know the ones. Not the I didn’t have sex with that woman, no not him, but the one who said, something about this being the worse day of his life and the other one who thinks Africa is a nation. What are their names? Have I locked them out of my conscience for some reason or another? HMMM, maybe they are tip riders, you know, just on the tip of my tongue waiting for something to jar them free, something like a song, or a word, or a smell, or an event, or an action. Wait, wait, it’s coming to me, smoke, that’s it, they have something to do with smoke, and fire, yes fire. Oh wait loud noise and taking back things. I think they must have had something to do with death and with cheating and with raping something. Who are these men?