will .. it .. ever .. Change ..

I don't have respect for a soldier who doesn't think for themselves.
US Soldier: You're welcome for the freedom.
Me: Wait, so killing unorganized militants who the US originally supported in a far off country is giving me my freedom?
criminalwisdom:

Operation Midnight Climax: How the CIA Dosed S.F. Citizens with LSD

There were at least three CIA safe houses in the Bay Area where experiments went on. Chief among them was 225 Chestnut on Telegraph Hill, which operated from 1955 to 1965. The L-shaped apartment boasted sweeping waterfront views, and was just a short trip up the hill from North Beach’s rowdy saloons. Inside, prostitutes paid by the government to lure clients to the apartment served up acid-laced cocktails to unsuspecting johns, while martini-swilling secret agents observed their every move from behind a two-way mirror. Recording devices were installed, some disguised as electrical outlets.
To get the guys in the mood, the walls were adorned with photographs of tortured women in bondage and provocative posters from French artist Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec. The agents grew fascinated with the kinky sex games that played out between the johns and the hookers. The two-way mirror in the bedroom gave the agents a close-up view of all the action.

In my twenties, this subject was a hobby horse of mine. I’d always wanted to write a play set around Operation Midnight Climax (think Mamet giving a discourse on spirituality through the mouths of two dosed vice cops tangoing with an equally dosed spy) but, alas, nothing every came of the project.
Still, it’s a damn interesting story.
Dig the quote by Agent White:

“Of course I was a very minor missionary, actually a heretic, but I toiled wholeheartedly in the vineyards because it was fun, fun, fun. Where else could a red-blooded American boy lie, kill and cheat, steal, deceive, rape and pillage with the sanction and blessing of the All-Highest? Pretty Good Stuff, Brudder!”

(Source: Boing Boing)

criminalwisdom:

Operation Midnight Climax: How the CIA Dosed S.F. Citizens with LSD

There were at least three CIA safe houses in the Bay Area where experiments went on. Chief among them was 225 Chestnut on Telegraph Hill, which operated from 1955 to 1965. The L-shaped apartment boasted sweeping waterfront views, and was just a short trip up the hill from North Beach’s rowdy saloons. Inside, prostitutes paid by the government to lure clients to the apartment served up acid-laced cocktails to unsuspecting johns, while martini-swilling secret agents observed their every move from behind a two-way mirror. Recording devices were installed, some disguised as electrical outlets.

To get the guys in the mood, the walls were adorned with photographs of tortured women in bondage and provocative posters from French artist Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec. The agents grew fascinated with the kinky sex games that played out between the johns and the hookers. The two-way mirror in the bedroom gave the agents a close-up view of all the action.

In my twenties, this subject was a hobby horse of mine. I’d always wanted to write a play set around Operation Midnight Climax (think Mamet giving a discourse on spirituality through the mouths of two dosed vice cops tangoing with an equally dosed spy) but, alas, nothing every came of the project.

Still, it’s a damn interesting story.

Dig the quote by Agent White:

“Of course I was a very minor missionary, actually a heretic, but I toiled wholeheartedly in the vineyards because it was fun, fun, fun. Where else could a red-blooded American boy lie, kill and cheat, steal, deceive, rape and pillage with the sanction and blessing of the All-Highest? Pretty Good Stuff, Brudder!”

(Source: Boing Boing)

(Source: criminalwisdom)

historical-nonfiction:

A French battlefield from WWI.

historical-nonfiction:

A French battlefield from WWI.

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He’s a Mind Bender for You…

booincorporated:

If you try to fail, and you succeed, which have you done?