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September 29, 2015
The 10 most egregious U.S. abuses of psychology and psychiatry







Edward @Snowden, Twitter celebrity: How will he use his new platform, now that everyone’s watching?
"I tried to find you on Twitter, and I couldn't find your handle ... you kind of need a Twitter handle, so like, @Snowden, maybe, is this something you might do?" Tyson asked Snowden. "That sounds good, I think we gotta make it happen," Snowden replied, laughing. "You and I will be Twitter buds ... your followers will be the Internet, me and the NSA, it'll be great."Snowden tweeted to Tyson when the Mars news broke: https://twitter.com/Snowden/status/64... But, on second thought, they could have probably just exchanged emails or something. The more important question is what Snowden is up to. Maybe he just got lonely in Russia and wanted to send out photos of what he eats at restaurants. (He made a joking reference to cat photos.) For a guy who once set the world on fire, Snowden has kept a pretty low profile lately. He’s talked about not wanting to be one of the many whistleblowers destroyed by the system they try to take down. Despite the intense focus and risk and egoism that his work required, he has not been relentless or ubiquitous since his 2013 revelations about widespread NSA spying on civilians. “For me, in terms of personal satisfaction, the mission’s already accomplished,” he told the Washington Post’s Barton Gellman, near the end of 2013. “I already won. As soon as the journalists were able to work, everything that I had been trying to do was validated. Because, remember, I didn’t want to change society. I wanted to give society a chance to determine if it should change itself.” He’s not a hero to everyone: Some, and not just patriotic wack-jobs, consider him a traitor or a reckless egomaniac. The New Yorker’s Jeffrey Toobin described him as willfully naïve about what the NSA, which once employed him, does for a living, calling Snowden “a grandiose narcissist who deserves to be in prison.” What’s the role for Snowden these days? We no longer need to be woken up to the fact that the United States security apparatus has become scary and invasive, and journalists on the left, right, and center have begun to pay attention. But maybe we can take him at his word: That as the director of the Freedom of the Press Foundation, a group co-founded by Daniel Ellsberg, he'd dedicated to “support and defend public interest journalism focused on exposing mismanagement, corruption and law-breaking in government.” Government surveillance is likely no better than it was when Snowden’s famous leaks broke. At the very least, Snowden can keep a steady supply of Stupid Government Tricks coming. With Jon Stewart (and David Letterman) offstage now, maybe Edward Snowden is the guy who can keep us simultaneously amused and terrified?Given that your technology-challenged uncle managed to finally figure out Twitter last year, the long delay before the abrupt arrival of mad genius/anti-totalitarian savior/ enigma Edward Snowden on the social media platform on Tuesday is a bit of a head scratcher. And given what Snowden managed to do the last time around, a lot of us are wondering, What’s he doing here, now, suddenly? And, most acutely, What does this guy have in mind this time? Describing himself in his profile as “I used to work for the government. Now I work for the public,” Snowden announced himself with an inaugural “Can you hear me now?” (It’s a reference, as some picked up, to an old Verizon commercial.) So far, Snowden has only followed the National Security Agency, a group he’s been acquainted with in the past and whose Twitter following he quickly outstripped. (Snowden also made a joke about “a thousand people at Fort Meade just opened Twitter.”) Jesse Ventura, the show “Mr. Robot,” the ACLU, and TED guru Chris Anderson have all welcomed him. As for the question of why now, some speculate that the science geek in Snowden was jolted by the news of water on Mars and wants to follow it better. “One of the tipping points appears to be a recent interview that Snowden conducted with celebrity astrophysicist Neil DeGrasse Tyson,” Matt Pearce writes in the Los Angeles Times. Pearce quotes from the radio interview:
"I tried to find you on Twitter, and I couldn't find your handle ... you kind of need a Twitter handle, so like, @Snowden, maybe, is this something you might do?" Tyson asked Snowden. "That sounds good, I think we gotta make it happen," Snowden replied, laughing. "You and I will be Twitter buds ... your followers will be the Internet, me and the NSA, it'll be great."Snowden tweeted to Tyson when the Mars news broke: https://twitter.com/Snowden/status/64... But, on second thought, they could have probably just exchanged emails or something. The more important question is what Snowden is up to. Maybe he just got lonely in Russia and wanted to send out photos of what he eats at restaurants. (He made a joking reference to cat photos.) For a guy who once set the world on fire, Snowden has kept a pretty low profile lately. He’s talked about not wanting to be one of the many whistleblowers destroyed by the system they try to take down. Despite the intense focus and risk and egoism that his work required, he has not been relentless or ubiquitous since his 2013 revelations about widespread NSA spying on civilians. “For me, in terms of personal satisfaction, the mission’s already accomplished,” he told the Washington Post’s Barton Gellman, near the end of 2013. “I already won. As soon as the journalists were able to work, everything that I had been trying to do was validated. Because, remember, I didn’t want to change society. I wanted to give society a chance to determine if it should change itself.” He’s not a hero to everyone: Some, and not just patriotic wack-jobs, consider him a traitor or a reckless egomaniac. The New Yorker’s Jeffrey Toobin described him as willfully naïve about what the NSA, which once employed him, does for a living, calling Snowden “a grandiose narcissist who deserves to be in prison.” What’s the role for Snowden these days? We no longer need to be woken up to the fact that the United States security apparatus has become scary and invasive, and journalists on the left, right, and center have begun to pay attention. But maybe we can take him at his word: That as the director of the Freedom of the Press Foundation, a group co-founded by Daniel Ellsberg, he'd dedicated to “support and defend public interest journalism focused on exposing mismanagement, corruption and law-breaking in government.” Government surveillance is likely no better than it was when Snowden’s famous leaks broke. At the very least, Snowden can keep a steady supply of Stupid Government Tricks coming. With Jon Stewart (and David Letterman) offstage now, maybe Edward Snowden is the guy who can keep us simultaneously amused and terrified?Given that your technology-challenged uncle managed to finally figure out Twitter last year, the long delay before the abrupt arrival of mad genius/anti-totalitarian savior/ enigma Edward Snowden on the social media platform on Tuesday is a bit of a head scratcher. And given what Snowden managed to do the last time around, a lot of us are wondering, What’s he doing here, now, suddenly? And, most acutely, What does this guy have in mind this time? Describing himself in his profile as “I used to work for the government. Now I work for the public,” Snowden announced himself with an inaugural “Can you hear me now?” (It’s a reference, as some picked up, to an old Verizon commercial.) So far, Snowden has only followed the National Security Agency, a group he’s been acquainted with in the past and whose Twitter following he quickly outstripped. (Snowden also made a joke about “a thousand people at Fort Meade just opened Twitter.”) Jesse Ventura, the show “Mr. Robot,” the ACLU, and TED guru Chris Anderson have all welcomed him. As for the question of why now, some speculate that the science geek in Snowden was jolted by the news of water on Mars and wants to follow it better. “One of the tipping points appears to be a recent interview that Snowden conducted with celebrity astrophysicist Neil DeGrasse Tyson,” Matt Pearce writes in the Los Angeles Times. Pearce quotes from the radio interview:
"I tried to find you on Twitter, and I couldn't find your handle ... you kind of need a Twitter handle, so like, @Snowden, maybe, is this something you might do?" Tyson asked Snowden. "That sounds good, I think we gotta make it happen," Snowden replied, laughing. "You and I will be Twitter buds ... your followers will be the Internet, me and the NSA, it'll be great."Snowden tweeted to Tyson when the Mars news broke: https://twitter.com/Snowden/status/64... But, on second thought, they could have probably just exchanged emails or something. The more important question is what Snowden is up to. Maybe he just got lonely in Russia and wanted to send out photos of what he eats at restaurants. (He made a joking reference to cat photos.) For a guy who once set the world on fire, Snowden has kept a pretty low profile lately. He’s talked about not wanting to be one of the many whistleblowers destroyed by the system they try to take down. Despite the intense focus and risk and egoism that his work required, he has not been relentless or ubiquitous since his 2013 revelations about widespread NSA spying on civilians. “For me, in terms of personal satisfaction, the mission’s already accomplished,” he told the Washington Post’s Barton Gellman, near the end of 2013. “I already won. As soon as the journalists were able to work, everything that I had been trying to do was validated. Because, remember, I didn’t want to change society. I wanted to give society a chance to determine if it should change itself.” He’s not a hero to everyone: Some, and not just patriotic wack-jobs, consider him a traitor or a reckless egomaniac. The New Yorker’s Jeffrey Toobin described him as willfully naïve about what the NSA, which once employed him, does for a living, calling Snowden “a grandiose narcissist who deserves to be in prison.” What’s the role for Snowden these days? We no longer need to be woken up to the fact that the United States security apparatus has become scary and invasive, and journalists on the left, right, and center have begun to pay attention. But maybe we can take him at his word: That as the director of the Freedom of the Press Foundation, a group co-founded by Daniel Ellsberg, he'd dedicated to “support and defend public interest journalism focused on exposing mismanagement, corruption and law-breaking in government.” Government surveillance is likely no better than it was when Snowden’s famous leaks broke. At the very least, Snowden can keep a steady supply of Stupid Government Tricks coming. With Jon Stewart (and David Letterman) offstage now, maybe Edward Snowden is the guy who can keep us simultaneously amused and terrified?






The Republican rebrand’s final indignity: “David Duke without the baggage” in line to lead House GOP
In the time since its release, the Republican Party has adopted around zero of the Growth & Opportunity Project’s recommendations — or at least around zero of those that don’t have to do with the internal party structure or election minutiae. On gay rights, the party has not only failed to progress, but has arguably backslid, with its recent embrace of Kim Davis as the most conspicuous example. On immigration reform, the party’s nominal presidential frontrunner is Donald “deport ‘em all” Trump. And on race, the party has not only defended the Confederate flag, but has flirted with the idea that Black Lives Matter is responsible for attacks on the police.
And now, with Speaker of the House John Boehner’s surprise retirement, it appears that the GOP may be ready to take another decisive step away from the “rebranding” the RNC report advised. Because if Majority Leader Kevin McCarthy replaces him, as is widely expected, it would mean that the man on-deck to be his replacement is none other than Rep. Steve Scalise. That’s right: the Louisiana radical who made front-page news earlier this year for speaking to a group of white supremacists is poised to be the next majority leader of the House of Representatives.
In the GOP’s defense, it’s not at all certain that Scalise will get the gig. As the Huffington Post’s Amanda Terkel notes, even though Scalise, as majority whip, is technically in-line to replace McCarthy, there is a movement within the Republican caucus to promote Georgia Rep. Tom Price instead. Figures as influential as Rep. Paul Ryan and Rep. Jeb Hensarling have backed Price. And it makes sense, really, given that Price is just as conservative as the next guy without having Scalise’s liabilities. He doesn’t have a reputation for indulging white supremacists, for example; and he isn’t known for saying he’s “like [former KKK leader] David Duke without the baggage,” either.
But even if Scalise ends up being passed over for the majority leader position, it won’t be because the GOP’s leaders has an issue with his past. Back when the story first broke, they had all the opportunity in the world to distance themselves from this (allegedly) self-described accessible version of a Klansman. Instead, the leadership in the House — Boehner and McCarthy very much included — decided to keep Scalise as their number three. Scalise was “a man of high integrity and good character,” Boehner said, guilty of a simple “error in judgment.” Scalise, for his part, said he was “very disappointed” that some might “infer” that he’s bigoted just because he courted bigots.
Ultimately, whether Scalise is majority leader or majority whip a month from now doesn’t actually matter. In either scenario, he would still be a relative hair’s breadth from one of the most powerful and influential jobs in American government. And in either scenario, Donald Trump will still be a leading candidate for the Republican Party’s presidential nomination; and every single Republican on the debate stage with him will still oppose the now-Constitutional right of same-sex marriage. So no matter how you look at it, really, the Republican Party’s rebranding effort will still be going just great.






You Must Hear This! The End’s “Introspection”

The End, L-R: Dave Brown, Hugh Attwooll, Nicky Graham, Terry Taylor, Colin Giffin
Where does "Introspection" fit into the band's timeline? "Introspection" is toward the end of the timeline. We'd been playing, what do you call it... Blue-eyed soul? We had twin sax and organ, which were the key instrumental elements. If you listen to "Shades of Orange," for example, that's got the twin saxes on it. I suppose that was kind of a transitional piece, still retaining what we had been doing for some time, in terms of the soul influence, but starting to head toward what became the more psychedelic stuff. "Introspection" certainly sounds more psychedelic than Stax... Well exactly, but if you listen to "Shades," the elements from the Stax/Atlantic stuff we used to do are in there. The twin saxes are fairly prominent. It's just been turned on its ear. Yeah! Looking at it now, it sounds like a transitional piece. At the time, we weren't thinking that. We're just going to record the song! You know, but when you look at it in retrospect, you can see how it was kind of a bridge between what we were doing before and what came when we got deeply into "Introspection." Let's talk a bit about the recording sessions for "Introspection" – how that came about and what it was like. As far as I recall, it wasn't a question of saying, "Right, let's record an album." We were doing a lot of recording anyway, and we would go off to Spain – we were quite popular in Spain – and we would write a bunch of songs and come back and record them. And we gradually built up a body of recorded material which became the "Introspection" sessions. We recorded those over a period of time, some at Decca Records' studio in northwest London, in West Hampstead. Incidentally, the house sound engineer was Gus Dudgeon, who went on to produce David Bowie's "Space Oddity" and all the big Elton John records. I used to bump into Gus occasionally in later years, and he would always remember The End sessions. So obviously it struck a chord with him. So he was the house engineer at Decca West Hampstead, and then we were recording at Olympic with Glyn Johns engineering. The sessions we did at Olympic, where the Stones and a lot of other big bands at the time used to record, were very much the standard night time sessions, shall we say. You'd start early evening and just go through until you fell over. Lights out, and all that kind of stuff. I've read that you were recording during the Rolling Stones' down time in their actual studio. Well, I don't know exactly how it was all structured. Bill used to organize all of that, and obviously it would be organized around what his Stones commitments were. Because of our relationship with Bill we were in the circle, but it was very much on the periphery. We didn't have any direct contact with the Stones as a band, or even as individuals very much. I certainly can't recall us going in as the Stones were coming out or anything like that. Charlie Watts played on the album, right? Charlie played tablas on "Shades of Orange" and Nicky Hopkins, who was a regular sideman for the Stones, played harpsichord on "Loving, Sacred Loving." Previously, when Dave and I were on the earlier tours, we'd also got on quite well with Charlie, so there was kind of a loose ongoing relationship. It was nice to have him on the session! What kind of producer was Bill Wyman? Was he involved in the arrangements or the songwriting at all? Bill and [engineer] Glyn Johns were both musos and performers so there was a common language and approach. I think we would rehearse the stuff pretty thoroughly before going into the studio and then perform it for Bill and Glyn to listen and make comments and suggestions. As producer, Bill was final arbiter but I don’t recall any great divide between him and us. And I don’t recall any real arguments or tensions. I’m sure there wasn’t always total agreement – that would’ve been unnatural – but we never came to blows. The other extreme, in terms of producers – I saw a TV documentary about this a little while ago – was Blondie's "Parallel Lines" sessions. Particularly how Mike Chapman put "Heart of Glass" together note by note almost. We never worked that way. We couldn't have worked that way. That wasn't our style, because the core stuff would be done live. We weren't doing click tracks and jumps in and out, and all of that. We would play the basic stuff as a live piece, and then add overdubs and elaborate on things as and when necessary. I do remember very clearly one very personal event. We were deep into a night session, everyone was in the control room, possibly a supper break, when I suddenly collapsed on the floor from what felt like a stab in the back with a red-hot poker. I remember looking up at a circle of worried faces – nice to know they cared – and then being rushed off to Epsom hospital. Somehow some sort of rumour about the Stones went round the hospital which caused a bit of a stir amongst the nurses and I remember seeing small groups of them sneaking a look at me from doorways or behind screens. Took my mind off the pain for a moment but they soon realized I wasn’t Brian Jones or Mick and things calmed down. Turned out to be some kind of kidney problem. Not recommended. How big a role did Glyn Johns play in the overall sound? Glyn’s track record speaks for itself. Even at that relatively early stage of his career he was on it. So we got the benefit. The segments featuring George Kenset are fascinating to me. At first I kind of dismissed them as filler, but the more I listen to him, the more I think of him as a key performer on the album. George was Bill's gardener. We’d be hanging out or rehearsing at Bill’s house and George would wander in during a break and just drop these little gems of nonsense into the conversation. And it would make us laugh. And at some point in the proceedings, somebody said, "We should record this stuff! Because if it makes us laugh, it'll make other people laugh." It's the kind of thing I might have said, but I have no idea if I did. Was that unusual at that time – to put something like that on an album? It was a bit unusual. I don't know that we were the first people to do something like that. We thought it would add a bit of colour to the album, and just make people sit up and take notice – "Hello, what's that all about?!" It's a great little time capsule. It is. He was an archetypal English character. A guy from the country who would have these weird little stories that came out of nowhere. Do you remember completing the album? Was there a moment when you delivered the final album to the label? Not really. I don't recall the album being done as a piece. I may be completely wrong in my memory, and other people might have a completely different recollection of it. We were aware that we were putting stuff together for an album, but it wasn't like, for example, if somebody's got a concept album, they'll go in and start on day one and go through to day twenty or whatever it's going to be. It wasn't done like that, as I recall. So I don't remember a day when we said, "Right, the album is now finished." But there was a point at which you were expecting it to come out, and it wasn't coming out. Yeah, that's a whole different thing. There wasn't a last day of shooting, as it were, but what happened with it not coming out when it was completed? I've filed that under "don't want to know what happened." Because it was a big disappointment, and it happened, and there's nothing we could do about it. I don't know exactly what the situation was. I suspect that might be something Bill would have talked about somewhere, and he's probably the only one who knows exactly what was going on, and why things didn't happen. I'm guessing it was tied into some of the Stones' business affairs at the time. But why it came out nearly a year late? Who knows. I certainly don't. Hopefully the new Demon box set which covers pretty much everything we recorded will redress the balance a little. The interest in "Introspection" seems to have grown in the last few years. Be nice to get some wider recognition. Colin Giffin currently resides in Guildford, UK. He continues to record and perform as a solo artist, and as a member of the band Reed Maxfield, who are currently recording their third album, the first involving Colin. Previously:














The End, L-R: Dave Brown, Hugh Attwooll, Nicky Graham, Terry Taylor, Colin Giffin
Where does "Introspection" fit into the band's timeline? "Introspection" is toward the end of the timeline. We'd been playing, what do you call it... Blue-eyed soul? We had twin sax and organ, which were the key instrumental elements. If you listen to "Shades of Orange," for example, that's got the twin saxes on it. I suppose that was kind of a transitional piece, still retaining what we had been doing for some time, in terms of the soul influence, but starting to head toward what became the more psychedelic stuff. "Introspection" certainly sounds more psychedelic than Stax... Well exactly, but if you listen to "Shades," the elements from the Stax/Atlantic stuff we used to do are in there. The twin saxes are fairly prominent. It's just been turned on its ear. Yeah! Looking at it now, it sounds like a transitional piece. At the time, we weren't thinking that. We're just going to record the song! You know, but when you look at it in retrospect, you can see how it was kind of a bridge between what we were doing before and what came when we got deeply into "Introspection." Let's talk a bit about the recording sessions for "Introspection" – how that came about and what it was like. As far as I recall, it wasn't a question of saying, "Right, let's record an album." We were doing a lot of recording anyway, and we would go off to Spain – we were quite popular in Spain – and we would write a bunch of songs and come back and record them. And we gradually built up a body of recorded material which became the "Introspection" sessions. We recorded those over a period of time, some at Decca Records' studio in northwest London, in West Hampstead. Incidentally, the house sound engineer was Gus Dudgeon, who went on to produce David Bowie's "Space Oddity" and all the big Elton John records. I used to bump into Gus occasionally in later years, and he would always remember The End sessions. So obviously it struck a chord with him. So he was the house engineer at Decca West Hampstead, and then we were recording at Olympic with Glyn Johns engineering. The sessions we did at Olympic, where the Stones and a lot of other big bands at the time used to record, were very much the standard night time sessions, shall we say. You'd start early evening and just go through until you fell over. Lights out, and all that kind of stuff. I've read that you were recording during the Rolling Stones' down time in their actual studio. Well, I don't know exactly how it was all structured. Bill used to organize all of that, and obviously it would be organized around what his Stones commitments were. Because of our relationship with Bill we were in the circle, but it was very much on the periphery. We didn't have any direct contact with the Stones as a band, or even as individuals very much. I certainly can't recall us going in as the Stones were coming out or anything like that. Charlie Watts played on the album, right? Charlie played tablas on "Shades of Orange" and Nicky Hopkins, who was a regular sideman for the Stones, played harpsichord on "Loving, Sacred Loving." Previously, when Dave and I were on the earlier tours, we'd also got on quite well with Charlie, so there was kind of a loose ongoing relationship. It was nice to have him on the session! What kind of producer was Bill Wyman? Was he involved in the arrangements or the songwriting at all? Bill and [engineer] Glyn Johns were both musos and performers so there was a common language and approach. I think we would rehearse the stuff pretty thoroughly before going into the studio and then perform it for Bill and Glyn to listen and make comments and suggestions. As producer, Bill was final arbiter but I don’t recall any great divide between him and us. And I don’t recall any real arguments or tensions. I’m sure there wasn’t always total agreement – that would’ve been unnatural – but we never came to blows. The other extreme, in terms of producers – I saw a TV documentary about this a little while ago – was Blondie's "Parallel Lines" sessions. Particularly how Mike Chapman put "Heart of Glass" together note by note almost. We never worked that way. We couldn't have worked that way. That wasn't our style, because the core stuff would be done live. We weren't doing click tracks and jumps in and out, and all of that. We would play the basic stuff as a live piece, and then add overdubs and elaborate on things as and when necessary. I do remember very clearly one very personal event. We were deep into a night session, everyone was in the control room, possibly a supper break, when I suddenly collapsed on the floor from what felt like a stab in the back with a red-hot poker. I remember looking up at a circle of worried faces – nice to know they cared – and then being rushed off to Epsom hospital. Somehow some sort of rumour about the Stones went round the hospital which caused a bit of a stir amongst the nurses and I remember seeing small groups of them sneaking a look at me from doorways or behind screens. Took my mind off the pain for a moment but they soon realized I wasn’t Brian Jones or Mick and things calmed down. Turned out to be some kind of kidney problem. Not recommended. How big a role did Glyn Johns play in the overall sound? Glyn’s track record speaks for itself. Even at that relatively early stage of his career he was on it. So we got the benefit. The segments featuring George Kenset are fascinating to me. At first I kind of dismissed them as filler, but the more I listen to him, the more I think of him as a key performer on the album. George was Bill's gardener. We’d be hanging out or rehearsing at Bill’s house and George would wander in during a break and just drop these little gems of nonsense into the conversation. And it would make us laugh. And at some point in the proceedings, somebody said, "We should record this stuff! Because if it makes us laugh, it'll make other people laugh." It's the kind of thing I might have said, but I have no idea if I did. Was that unusual at that time – to put something like that on an album? It was a bit unusual. I don't know that we were the first people to do something like that. We thought it would add a bit of colour to the album, and just make people sit up and take notice – "Hello, what's that all about?!" It's a great little time capsule. It is. He was an archetypal English character. A guy from the country who would have these weird little stories that came out of nowhere. Do you remember completing the album? Was there a moment when you delivered the final album to the label? Not really. I don't recall the album being done as a piece. I may be completely wrong in my memory, and other people might have a completely different recollection of it. We were aware that we were putting stuff together for an album, but it wasn't like, for example, if somebody's got a concept album, they'll go in and start on day one and go through to day twenty or whatever it's going to be. It wasn't done like that, as I recall. So I don't remember a day when we said, "Right, the album is now finished." But there was a point at which you were expecting it to come out, and it wasn't coming out. Yeah, that's a whole different thing. There wasn't a last day of shooting, as it were, but what happened with it not coming out when it was completed? I've filed that under "don't want to know what happened." Because it was a big disappointment, and it happened, and there's nothing we could do about it. I don't know exactly what the situation was. I suspect that might be something Bill would have talked about somewhere, and he's probably the only one who knows exactly what was going on, and why things didn't happen. I'm guessing it was tied into some of the Stones' business affairs at the time. But why it came out nearly a year late? Who knows. I certainly don't. Hopefully the new Demon box set which covers pretty much everything we recorded will redress the balance a little. The interest in "Introspection" seems to have grown in the last few years. Be nice to get some wider recognition. Colin Giffin currently resides in Guildford, UK. He continues to record and perform as a solo artist, and as a member of the band Reed Maxfield, who are currently recording their third album, the first involving Colin. Previously:



















Jeb! for president never made any sense: Why his precipitous collapse is far from surprising
For the past week, Jeb Bush’s campaign advisers have been using a new data point to convince nervous donors that he’s still the candidate to beat – Bush’s lead in the political prediction markets. Just one problem: Beginning Sunday night, PredictIt, the biggest of the online sites and the one referenced last week by top Bush advisers and confidants, placed Marco Rubio ahead of Bush at the head of the GOP pack.It’s true that Rubio has just surpassed Bush in the polls, but the writing has been on the wall for months now. Despite all his organizational and financial advantages, Bush has been emasculated by Donald Trump and dominated by two utterly unqualified outsider candidates, Ben Carson and Carly Fiorina. So far the Bush team appears not to understand what’s happening, and why they can’t get any traction. Fred Zeidman, one of Bush’s operatives, sums up their cluelessness in one revealing statement to Politico: “There’s a lot of concern that if [emphasis mine] the conservative wing of our party takes control, that no Republican [presidential candidate] has a chance; so a lot of folks are waiting to see what happens with the shutdown.” I emphasized “if” because, as everyone knows, the conservative wing hijacked the party years ago, around the time Obama was elected and the Tea Party movement was born. If Bush’s people are still waiting to see how that whole thing shakes out, they’re hopelessly lost. Also troubling (if you’re a Jeb fan) is the fact that the campaign remains blind to what its own base demands. “Bush’s operation,” Politico reports, “continues to stick to the game plan by churning out policy papers and sticking to the mechanics of running for president – such as collecting signatures for ballot access.” Is it not obvious that Republican voters aren’t interested in “policy papers” or ideas at this point? Trump and Carson and Fiorina aren’t leading the pack because of their policy proposals; they’re leading because they’re shamelessly unconstrained by the facts. If Bush’s strategy is to sit tight until the reasonable people take charge, he lost before he began. The truth is that Bush’s campaign never made much sense. Jeb has two selling points: money and a shiny last name. Financially, Jeb does have an advantage, but that can change rather quickly. “Lots of donors,” says Katie Packer Gage, who served as Romney’s campaign manager in 2012, “are holding their money because if the big donor wants anything, they want to be with a winner.” Of course they do, which is why many are likely preparing to join team Rubio, the latest establishment favorite. As for Bush’s last name, it should surprise no one that the Bush legacy has hurt, not helped, Jeb. George W. Bush was arguably our worst president in the last 50 years; the wreckage he left on Obama’s doorstep testifies to that. No one outside the Bush family thought that baggage wouldn’t, eventually, hamstring Jeb’s campaign. Even if Jeb wasn’t an objectively bad candidate (which he is), he still would have run up against this problem. When you combine Bush’s baggage with the anti-establishment fervor in the GOP right now, his decline was inevitable from the very beginning.

For the past week, Jeb Bush’s campaign advisers have been using a new data point to convince nervous donors that he’s still the candidate to beat – Bush’s lead in the political prediction markets. Just one problem: Beginning Sunday night, PredictIt, the biggest of the online sites and the one referenced last week by top Bush advisers and confidants, placed Marco Rubio ahead of Bush at the head of the GOP pack.It’s true that Rubio has just surpassed Bush in the polls, but the writing has been on the wall for months now. Despite all his organizational and financial advantages, Bush has been emasculated by Donald Trump and dominated by two utterly unqualified outsider candidates, Ben Carson and Carly Fiorina. So far the Bush team appears not to understand what’s happening, and why they can’t get any traction. Fred Zeidman, one of Bush’s operatives, sums up their cluelessness in one revealing statement to Politico: “There’s a lot of concern that if [emphasis mine] the conservative wing of our party takes control, that no Republican [presidential candidate] has a chance; so a lot of folks are waiting to see what happens with the shutdown.” I emphasized “if” because, as everyone knows, the conservative wing hijacked the party years ago, around the time Obama was elected and the Tea Party movement was born. If Bush’s people are still waiting to see how that whole thing shakes out, they’re hopelessly lost. Also troubling (if you’re a Jeb fan) is the fact that the campaign remains blind to what its own base demands. “Bush’s operation,” Politico reports, “continues to stick to the game plan by churning out policy papers and sticking to the mechanics of running for president – such as collecting signatures for ballot access.” Is it not obvious that Republican voters aren’t interested in “policy papers” or ideas at this point? Trump and Carson and Fiorina aren’t leading the pack because of their policy proposals; they’re leading because they’re shamelessly unconstrained by the facts. If Bush’s strategy is to sit tight until the reasonable people take charge, he lost before he began. The truth is that Bush’s campaign never made much sense. Jeb has two selling points: money and a shiny last name. Financially, Jeb does have an advantage, but that can change rather quickly. “Lots of donors,” says Katie Packer Gage, who served as Romney’s campaign manager in 2012, “are holding their money because if the big donor wants anything, they want to be with a winner.” Of course they do, which is why many are likely preparing to join team Rubio, the latest establishment favorite. As for Bush’s last name, it should surprise no one that the Bush legacy has hurt, not helped, Jeb. George W. Bush was arguably our worst president in the last 50 years; the wreckage he left on Obama’s doorstep testifies to that. No one outside the Bush family thought that baggage wouldn’t, eventually, hamstring Jeb’s campaign. Even if Jeb wasn’t an objectively bad candidate (which he is), he still would have run up against this problem. When you combine Bush’s baggage with the anti-establishment fervor in the GOP right now, his decline was inevitable from the very beginning.

For the past week, Jeb Bush’s campaign advisers have been using a new data point to convince nervous donors that he’s still the candidate to beat – Bush’s lead in the political prediction markets. Just one problem: Beginning Sunday night, PredictIt, the biggest of the online sites and the one referenced last week by top Bush advisers and confidants, placed Marco Rubio ahead of Bush at the head of the GOP pack.It’s true that Rubio has just surpassed Bush in the polls, but the writing has been on the wall for months now. Despite all his organizational and financial advantages, Bush has been emasculated by Donald Trump and dominated by two utterly unqualified outsider candidates, Ben Carson and Carly Fiorina. So far the Bush team appears not to understand what’s happening, and why they can’t get any traction. Fred Zeidman, one of Bush’s operatives, sums up their cluelessness in one revealing statement to Politico: “There’s a lot of concern that if [emphasis mine] the conservative wing of our party takes control, that no Republican [presidential candidate] has a chance; so a lot of folks are waiting to see what happens with the shutdown.” I emphasized “if” because, as everyone knows, the conservative wing hijacked the party years ago, around the time Obama was elected and the Tea Party movement was born. If Bush’s people are still waiting to see how that whole thing shakes out, they’re hopelessly lost. Also troubling (if you’re a Jeb fan) is the fact that the campaign remains blind to what its own base demands. “Bush’s operation,” Politico reports, “continues to stick to the game plan by churning out policy papers and sticking to the mechanics of running for president – such as collecting signatures for ballot access.” Is it not obvious that Republican voters aren’t interested in “policy papers” or ideas at this point? Trump and Carson and Fiorina aren’t leading the pack because of their policy proposals; they’re leading because they’re shamelessly unconstrained by the facts. If Bush’s strategy is to sit tight until the reasonable people take charge, he lost before he began. The truth is that Bush’s campaign never made much sense. Jeb has two selling points: money and a shiny last name. Financially, Jeb does have an advantage, but that can change rather quickly. “Lots of donors,” says Katie Packer Gage, who served as Romney’s campaign manager in 2012, “are holding their money because if the big donor wants anything, they want to be with a winner.” Of course they do, which is why many are likely preparing to join team Rubio, the latest establishment favorite. As for Bush’s last name, it should surprise no one that the Bush legacy has hurt, not helped, Jeb. George W. Bush was arguably our worst president in the last 50 years; the wreckage he left on Obama’s doorstep testifies to that. No one outside the Bush family thought that baggage wouldn’t, eventually, hamstring Jeb’s campaign. Even if Jeb wasn’t an objectively bad candidate (which he is), he still would have run up against this problem. When you combine Bush’s baggage with the anti-establishment fervor in the GOP right now, his decline was inevitable from the very beginning.







September 28, 2015
I’m the woman you met on Ashley Madison: How the rush of infidelity led to affairs online
How many real women are actually using Ashley Madison?
I have no idea, but I can vouch for one.
About a year ago, I found myself overcome by ennui. Having been unfaithful to my (handsome, hilarious and very nearly perfect) husband in the past, I was familiar with the buzz of infidelity, and I wanted to get high again. I'd read about the Ashley Madison website in a magazine article a year or two before, filing the data away for potential future use. Not long after, I looked online to see what the website purported to deliver. As a woman, my registration was free. My interest was immediately piqued.
Skeptical, I provided very little identifying information on my profile at registration. I wanted to hunt without being hunted, and was afraid I'd be found out. By a neighbor. By a friend's husband. By an acquaintance. Or, most horrifyingly, by my father (he was never on the website that I know of, but this remained my most prominent and irrational fear). The personal details I did eventually include were guarded and vanilla. "Not sure what I am doing on here. I have a wonderful husband but ... I'm in my 30's, enjoy my profession, love my adorable family. I like sports and the outdoors. My favorite book is Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, my favorite movie is Steel Magnolias, and my favorite band is The Grateful Dead."
I surfed the profiles of men I never doubted to be real. I looked for handsome faces, some semblance of professional success, and proper grammar/punctuation. It wasn't quite like shopping for shoes at Nordstrom, where everything is beautifully displayed and screams "Buy me! Buy me!" -- but the selection was certainly better than the Goodwill thrift shop down the road. I initiated contact with a few men I found attractive. We exchanged AM messages and then moved the conversation to our personal email accounts. Only then would I provide my real name and a photo. I continued with vague explanations of my extramarital pursuit, but was clear that my husband was the one for me, with no intention of destroying anything on anyone’s home front.
When I finally did feel comfortable to post a (faraway and sunglassed) photo on my AM profile, I was bombarded with likes and winks and invitations to view private photo galleries. At first, it was kind of fun. So many men! So many men who could potentially be mine! Then it became overwhelming. The sheer volume diluted the experience, making it more overstimulating than stimulating. I liked it better when I was doing the shopping.
Yet there was still a deeply addictive quality to it all.
One man once asked me if all the Internet attention "gave me high self-esteem.” I can say with confidence that non-specific, voluminous "likes" and "winks" and generic compliments had very little effect on my own self-worth. I wish it were that easy. Interestingly, men kept telling me how “normal” I seemed. This was the closest to flattered that I felt, a form of reassurance that despite this totally inappropriate, amoral and dishonest venture, I was still A-OK at my core. In hindsight, I recognize “normal” as code for “real” -- not a sex worker, not a robot, but a regular woman.
And the dick-pics. Oh the dick-pics. I didn't even know this was a thing. I still don't want it to be a thing. It seriously shouldn't be a thing.
I finally chatted with someone I found interesting. We’ll call him Dave. We had excellent Internet chemistry, banter that gave me butterflies - only then did I start to entertain the reality of an in-person meeting. It took some persuasion on his part. But I felt little bursts of dopamine activate my neurons during our online chats when I should have been working, playing a game with my son, or going to bed on time. As soon as I conceded that I would meet with him at a restaurant midway between his work and my house, I also resolved to meet with a total of five other men. It was part sociological experiment, part romantic venture and part a thrill-seeking foray into this very secret cheaters’ life.
***
When I was a young girl, I told my dad that when I grew up I wanted to be a doctor or lawyer or pilot and have boyfriends all over the world. “That’s called a high-class hooker, my dear,” he responded.
I have struggled on and off over the years with relationships and the realities of monogamy. But when I met my now-husband, and we worked through a lot of the baggage I brought into the relationship, I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. To adventure together. Raise children together. Grow old together. In sickness and in health. For better or worse. So we got married. And I was faithful. For almost a year.
We once entertained the idea of having an open marriage. Or, he entertained my idea of having an open marriage. But when I did go ahead and sleep with another man and confessed the tryst to my husband, he told me in no uncertain terms that the “open marriage” was off the table. I complied, but then secretly embarked on a more prolonged affair with a local man I met online. Again, I confessed my indiscretion. My husband was hurt, horrified and needed time to reevaluate our relationship. We lived apart for a few months, he threatened divorce, and we went to counseling. Ultimately, he chose forgiveness. And for a few more years I remained faithful.
In reflecting on my proclivity for infidelity, I can only describe it as a kind of sensation seeking -- the addictive quality of falling for someone new -- and a propensity for self-destruction -- reinforcing pathological defense mechanisms. Sure, there’s the sex. And that part is great, sometimes even amazing. But for me, it’s not about a secret kink, an insatiable sexual appetite. or not getting enough attention at home. It’s the novelty of someone else. The intensity. The escape. The possibility. The falling ...
***
As soon as I met my first AM suitor, Dave, in person at the restaurant, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. The online chemistry didn’t translate into real-life chemistry. While I may be easy, I’m still picky. And when, after a cocktail and some awkward conversation, he said quite loudly, “So are we gonna fuck?” I definitely knew it wasn’t going to happen.
Dave was a well-educated man, just a few years my senior. We initially connected over a little-known but well-loved vacation spot. He was cute in a nerdy sort of way, and we developed a quick and witty rapport. I shared things that I seldom discuss with even my closest friends. He reciprocated. We stayed up late chatting, and he often made me laugh out loud. He's married to his college sweetheart, and his wife became pregnant with their third child over the course of our friendship. Having had one extramarital relationship with a single woman he met on OkCupid, he turned to Ashley Madison in search of chemistry with an already-partnered woman. He told me that he didn't feel like he was getting what he needed from his marriage, wanting more in the way of emotional intimacy. He was also open to more varied sexual experiences.
Next I met with a man whom we'll call The LDS Lawyer. His AM profile pictures were high-quality and showcased his many mountain adventures. I'm a sucker for an outdoor alpha male. Doing my pre-meeting detective work, I discovered we shared a mutual Facebook friend. This was both comforting and bizarre. It is a small world after all, and I was hoping to make my world feel bigger, not smaller. We met for drinks at a bar during work hours. He told me right away that he was interested. I was reticent. Sure, I was attracted to him. But he drank three cocktails to my one (it was still daytime), and he and his wife had an interesting sort of arrangement (I felt he had less to lose than I did). I pushed for more conversation, more get-to-know-you kind of talk. He asked me if he could kiss me, and I blushed and shied away. For a minute. Then I went for a drive with him to a park, and we fooled around in the back of his Durango like teenagers.
The LDS Lawyer and I continued to meet like this for several months, fooling around, but never actually having sex. I liked him well enough, but when he confessed that he masturbated to the thought of impregnating me and professed that he was "mildly" in love with me, I broke off the relationship.
The third man I met, I'lll call Texas Ranger. His was one of the first profile photos I noticed, and he wasn't immediately responsive to my initial message. He must have a life outside of technology and pursuit of extramarital affairs, I thought, that is downright sexy in this day and age. I later learned he was training in the mountains in Peru, and messaged me after a day spent jumping out of planes. We exchanged a few emails and agreed to meet at a bar.
Texas Ranger looked smaller and had thinner hair than in his photos. Nonetheless, I was immediately attracted, drawn to him as if we’d known each other for years. We drank whiskey and discussed the confines of monogamy. We exchanged travel stories. I talked passionately about my work, and pressed him for details about his confidential military job. He asked smart questions, and actually listened to the answers. But in a thoughtful, aloof sort of way. He described himself as someone who desired to meet and expand, to discover and know. He wasn’t married, opposed to the institution, in fact, but was with a “fantastic partner,” whom he had “no business straying from.” This alone connected us.
Despite the genuine chemistry with Texas Ranger, I met with a fourth man, let’s call him Not A Doctor, at his apartment. I emailed him beforehand: “Since meeting at your place is somewhat shady, just promise me that if you rape and kill me that you’ll tell my family where to find the body, and not that we met via AM." He was in the process of divorcing his wife, a relationship that, per my prodding, seemed volatile and doomed from the start. He was on AM because he wanted to meet women who weren't looking for serious commitment. He physically came on strong -- caressing my thighs, kissing my neck, trying to unbutton my dress. I resisted, and pushed him away. "You like this, don't you," he said coyly. The physical attention actually made me uncomfortable, but ultimately I conceded that this was all part of the adventure. After we fooled around, I insisted on knowing more about him, about his failed marriage, about the women he'd met on Ashley Madison, about his job in medical sales. As my curfew approached, he walked me -- and his little dog -- to my car. I kissed him on the cheek, knowing we'd never see each other again.
And to round out my commitment to meet with five different men, I met the fifth and final AM suitor at one of my favorite coffee shops downtown. Let’s call him Idaho. I knew immediately, before even approaching the table where he was sitting, with perfectly erect posture and drinking his coffee black, that I wasn't interested. He just wasn't my type. He had recently relocated to the city for a new job, living apart from his wife and kids in an entirely different state. He was fully committed to staying with his family, but he and his wife were no longer physical in any way, because of her mental health issues and medication regimen. He was nice enough, but not a person I wanted to sleep with, let alone cheat on my husband with. He asked if he could see me again, I declined, attributing my reticence to my lack of clarity about the whole venture. We politely bid each other adieu. And I still couldn’t get Texas Ranger out of my head.
Texas Ranger and I have been in some version of a relationship for nearly a year now. At times it has enhanced my marriage, inspiring me to go down on my husband, reminding me that my man is as good as it gets. And at other times this relationship totally undermines my marriage, creating resentment over my responsibilities and time constraints, making me question my chosen life path. Technically speaking, Texas Ranger and I have no future together. He loves his girlfriend and intends to propose marriage. I love my husband and intend to become pregnant with another child. But I just can’t give him up. For one, I sincerely like him, but also there’s an addictive quality to it all. I crave him, I get my fix, and then I want more. My insatiable appetite, not just for the sex, but for the whole confusing mix of physical and emotional feelings, persists. Maybe it’s the escape from real life. The exploration of something new. The thrill of falling for someone else. But ironically, there’s also a very isolating quality to infidelity. There is no one to talk to about it all, to reflect on my actions, to process the big picture. I can’t talk to my lover about my husband. I can't seek advice for marital spats or discuss fertility woes. And I can't talk to my husband about my lover. I can't brag to him about the amazing sex, or cry to him with the heartbreak that is being involved with a man who loves someone else. None of it makes any sense to me yet, and the secrecy draws me further, not closer, from the people in my life. In my search for excitement, romance, connection and intimacy, I’m as alone as I’ve ever been. Sometimes I wonder if that’s the point.






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