Sunday, July 31, 2011


Examining the Darker Side of Circumstances

    Why do men love women that swallow?

    Swallow what, you may ask? Semen, cum, sperm, nut, spunk, man milk, cock snot, man sauce, jism, get it? The thick white stuff that comes out of the penis once a man hits a high note. The stuff that lets a man know that he’s cumming, and the expulsion of which makes him weak in the knees and tremble from head to toe with each bolting jet that bursts from it’s end. It’s funny, our love affair with our own cum and the relation that women have to it.

    First, I can actually remember when I first saw cum. It was mine of course. I was just learning how to masturbate. No one teaches a young man how to masturbate. There are no manuals, no instructions written alongside the penis that reads, 'jerk this way'. Shit, when I was young, I actually remember being ignorant as to what an erection was. I was under the erroneous impression that when I caught an erection it meant that I REALLY had to go to the bathroom. Just imagine my confusion standing in front of a urinal or over a toilet bowl with my cock lolling out and not urinating.

    I used to sneak into my parents bedroom and rifle through my father’s closet for reasons I can’t remember, and one day I found a paperback. Porn. It had a really racy cover of a naked woman being held by a dressed man and across the top it read something like “She’s your ass now”, or “Fresh ass on the block”. I remember sitting down on the edge of their bed while they were out at work and reading through this book with a wild, odd fascination. I even felt both guilty and sinful reading it for reasons that I did not know, but I was reading through it. I had a problem with the word ‘titties’ because I didn’t really know what the word meant, but otherwise I was familiar, miraculously, with the rest.

    It was then that an urgent swelling of my penis caught my attention. It stretched out, as if it was yawning and stretching out it’s arms from a long slumber, and sprung, rigidly from my body. I was both amazed and compelled to read on, read harder, absorb more. I did this for two days. Read, catch a throbbing hard-on, and then put it away and think about the thrilling feeling it gave me all night long. I couldn’t wait for the next day, when I would come home from school, a latch-key kid, open my front door, lock myself in my home and race to my father’s closet.

    Now, the firming of my penis, even though it was pleasu- rable, was not enough on the third day. The penis needed, demanded more. It was sensitive to touch, the shaft, AND ESPECIALLY the fucking head. I rubbed it against my thigh as I read and that felt surprisingly good. In fact, it felt excellent! I rubbed my erection against my thigh faster and harder until I was caught, most unexpectedly, by a near faint, a swoon that sent my head spinning and my hips bucking like an angry bronco.

    And lo and behold, semen! For the first time! Surprisingly spirited jets of semen firing out of the end of my penis, sailing through the air as if I was discharging a pistol. Needless to say, I was shocked beyond belief. As amazing as the orgasm was, it was followed by a terror of equal and opposite severity. I had did something wrong, something bad. I had either broke my penis, or made it do something that it wasn’t supposed to. With a level of wild panic I cleaned up the tiny pools and streaks of cum, my hands trembling.

    I felt guilty and sinful all night long, my cheeks painted with shame. But I was doing it again the very next day, this time ready with a tissue. From rubbing my penis against my thigh, I learned to make the Okay symbol with one hand and just stroke the head of the penis. From there, the fist with the whole penis.

    I was in heaven, shooting spurt upon spurt of cum. Actually taking it for granted as I did. I just knew that when I started masturbating, that’s where I wanted to be. Ejaculating! That was the goal of masturbation and sex. The freeing up of semen from the body. It was a part of me that wanted to be free, to soar, to make a path through the world in lively jets of pleasure. Each jet sending wave upon wave of goodness up the shaft of my penis and raging thorough my body, short circuiting my nervous system.

    Needless to say, the white stuff became essential to me. It became important. For some reason, even the length, the distance, the amount became more and more vital to me as I grew older. When I learned what the shit was for, I was equally enthralled. It was to go inside of the vagina to make babies. Whoa! The penis and the vagina. What a fucking concept!

    But then I sailed into porn. Roughly in high school, I became acquainted with the scourge of youth and like some strange instructional manual, I learned that sperm need not be deposited in the vagina. It can be used to paint the female body. At the time, I was a breast man, and I used to love seeing cum splashed across a pair of full, healthy breasts. How amazing was that?! I used to get magazines with women giving head, and then the men promptly snatching the penis from their puckered mouths to spray their issue across the woman’s ‘titties’.

    But somehow we graduated from the simple stuff. Somehow us teen boys, who started viewing porn, began to change. Some of us went bezerk and wanted to see cum draped across shoes and panties in long, waxy streaks. Others liked it sprayed and drizzled on the quivering buttocks of a woman. While others liked cum flung into hair.

    I, for my part, went my way too. I was always amazed at the blow-job, since I first saw one. And the neat thing was that the favored blow-job preceded any ejaculation anywhere. The woman would be sucking away on some man pole until he was just about to bust a nut. He’d then snatch his prong from her mouth and aim at whatever was desired: tit’s, ass, legs, feet, shoes, panties, hair, blah, blah, blah.

    Then came the day that the penis slipped from a pornstar's mouth, stopped, the hand jerked it to fire like a cannon, and stream after stream of jism splashed against her face. In her eyes, up her nose, over her mouth. And when that happened I knew I had found my world. I knew I understood something that I didn’t before. I, like so many other men, equated our cum to what we desired. Take the guy with the shoe fetish. He has a desire to express the fullness of his sexual feelings upon a woman’s shoes, so he masturbates ON them, spilling his seed ACROSS them. His semen baptizing the shoes with his love and affection...the focus of his desire expressed. Understand?

    A man wants to cum on that which he desires. If he’s an ass man, he’ll pretty much yank his erection from your puckered asshole and glaze your buttocks with his sperm. It’s what he likes. He likes it so much that he’s want’s to paint it with cum. And the same with me as with other men...when we see a beautiful woman, many of us, after fucking her, yank our penises out of her, straddle her neck and pour cum all over her features. In this way we fuck her face too. We paint what we desire with our essence. Women probably find this to be strange, but men can relate. The technical term for ejaculating on a woman’s face is called a ‘facial’. I loved blow-jobs, followed by facials. I loved facials so much that I used to get gangbang facial videos where scores of men would fuck and then facialize a woman, literally covering her face with male issue.

    I forget the name of the pornstar. I really do. However, I loved her the second I saw her act. I bought ALL of her videos. After a blow-job and when the penis reared back for the facial, she opened her mouth and gulped down the shot of sperm like a trout would a fly buzzing over a river.  I was amazed. I was shocked. I was stunned and entranced. And she did not stop there. Other men, in the gangbang, ejaculated into condoms, to which she emptied into her mouth, sucking them empty. She was a human cum drain. I have never seen a woman digest so much sperm. I was hooked. I knew my fetish. I knew what I loved, and I kept it to myself, because like a man with a foot fetish, I was certain that I was a deviant.

    A pervert. A secret perv for oral sex, facials, and now, swallowing women. I just got porn with women swallowing cum. I would go into porn shops and be amazed at the hundreds of mag- azines and videos with women eating cum. I would go into the section of the video store that had these particular videos and see men scattering from it like cockroaches in a kitchen, confirming for me that I wasn't the only sexual deviant out there that loved women that swallowed. I had a massive collection of swallowing videos after awhile.

    I soon found out as time continued and I grew into a man that other men loved to have their women suck sperm. Swallowing became a tease word. Men talked about it openly over drinks and at the job. A blow-job was soon expected to end with a mouthful of cum swallowed by a devoted or skilled female. Anything less was just weak and sad. Women started to make it the subject of pillow talk after sex. Many proud that they could do it, others seeing it as taking no effort, and the sorry assed few that bemoaned it.

    But still not only do we men watch like deer in the headlights when a woman blows cock, and we not only feel a sense of relief and amazement to watch a woman play with a mouthful of spunk, we applaud with great satisfaction to watch them belt it down like a shotglass of scotch. It’s a downright joyful experience to watch her go. Confetti should be thrown, champagne opened, streamers set to fly. The party should begin the minute she swallows and smiles back at you. You want to kiss her all over her face. You are in love with this woman. What insane pleasure the brain feeds back into the nervous system.

    Deter- mined women get even higher marks. Deter- mined? Spillage. Did some cum dribble down her chin? Land on your thigh, her breast? Does her tongue search her chin to retrieve the streaks? Does her mouth snap up the drops on your thighs? Does a finger scoop issue from her breast and deposit it on her tongue? Does she go after every drop? That’s a determined bitch and worth taking out to dinner tomorrow night, with roses and wine, or giving her your phone number in the back alley. Whatever she wants, she gets.

    Men swoon over women that eat cum. Many won’t say it. Many do. So why this fixation? Largely, the hobo believes that the eating of cum signifies acceptance of the man completely. A vagina accepts anything. A mouth is an open invitation, a door into the soul. Consider when a woman eats food. She derives pleasure out of savoring her meal, her mouth taking on seductive shapes, and every woman knows just how seductive a mouth can be when eating a banana. The mouth is as sexual an organ as the vagina or the anus. So to look at a pool of cum resting on the plaza of your ladyfriend’s tongue makes everything new in the world. It changes the perception of light and dark, makes all things new. Its a spiritual moment that transcends sex, souls, heartbeats, and soaring spirits. And her swallowing says in translation, "I'm crazy about you and sucking your cock."

    Or maybe it just makes this perverted, horny fuck feel good to see my woman swallow a mouthful of my load.

    That could be it too.

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Opinion: Why Obama Could Still Win in 2012

    You can't blame him for being smug.
    Every four years we hear the same cliche... "this is the most important election of our lifetime." But the upcoming Presidential election next year might really be the "most important" in America's history.

    I say this because there is so much on the line, that the future of our nation will be hanging in the balance.

    For the past three years President Barack Hussein Obama, D-Kenya, has totally botched his job, making every problem he inherited much worse.

    The only way you can debate this point is to completely ignore the facts. Our economy is in much worse shape today than it was when Obama first took office, and he had a clear field for the first two years with supermajoritites in both houses of Congress.

    If there was something Obama wanted and didn't get from Pelosi and Reid, then it was simply because he failed to ask for it. The President might have "inherited a mess" but he completely owns it now. He got every bill he wanted passed into law, and every single one of his initiatives has failed miserably.

    These are facts that only the most partisan left wing leg tingler could take issue with. Obama had his chance, and he blew it. He had a blank check, and he squandered his opportunity, so it is time for a real change back to competent, experienced, and more rational leadership.

    I say that 2012 election could be the last hope for America because we are truly at the crossroads.

    Even though this President has dug us into a deep hole it may not be too late to reverse the damage and bring our nation back to prosperity. It might take two more decades to undo the damage he did, and pay off some of the huge debt he has amassed for our children, but it still can be done if we get the right leadership next year. If the President gets four more years to continue his foolish "borrow, spend, and hope things get better" plan, then America is doomed.

    You see, President Obama is not a very bright man. He is a leftwing ideologue, who is simply using Keynesian policies that he doesn't understand, and that are obsolete in today's economy. Somewhere in his college days he heard some professor say "Keynesian economics pulled us out of the Great Depression" and he took this to be an absolute truth that should still work 80 years later.

    So his entire "plan" consists of borrowing huge sums of money and spending it as quickly as possible, hoping it will somehow create lots of new jobs. Unfortunately, this is 2011 and not 1931. This time, it's not working, and he refuses to change course. He wants to borrow even more and spend it. This is the typical leftwing response whenever one of their ideas fails... "the plan was good, we just failed to spend enough money on it."

    Failed President Carter debating future President Reagan
    Many people, myself included, developed a false sense of reassurance by making parallels between the upcoming election in 2012 and the election of 1980.

    We reasoned that Obama was this generation's "Jimmy Carter" and the voters will simply recognize his complete failure and replace him with a real President in 2012.

    Just like how the nation rejected Jimmy Carter in 1980 and replaced him with one of the finest Presidents in our history, Ronald Reagan.

    That thinking doesn't apply this time because too much has changed in the past 32 years:
    1. The voters have been considerably dumbed down by public schools, the media, and our changing culture. Facts don't matter as much today. They have been brainwashed into thinking our most urgent problems are global warming, having more diversity, recycling, and other progressive causes. It was no accident that our schools stopped emphasizing math. Without understanding math, you can't understand the danger of a growing national debt.
    2. Almost HALF the voters who elected Ronald Reagan in two landslides are now dead. They have been replaced by younger voters who have gone through the process described above, and the net result is a societal change in values to the extreme left. You can see this in the leftward drift in polls taken about gay marriage rights, the death penalty and abortion rights. It would have been impossible for someone with a blank resume like Obama to win in 1980. In 2008, he won easily. In 2012, he might win again.
    3. The media is now much more bitterly partisan, and they lean hard left. True, there are a very few exceptions, like Fox News and the Wall Street Journal, but fully 98% of media will spin the news to help the liberal agenda. Unlike 1980, they will not report "both sides of the story" but rather they see themselves as shills for the Liberal Democrat Socialists. They make absolutely no attempt to even appear non partisan, as they see their role as crusaders for a more progressive society.
    4. The Democrats have skillfully expanded the number of voters who don't pay taxes, and who are dependent on more government benefits. These are people whose own best interests lie in expanding government spending. So, while we see 9.2% unemployed as a terrible thing.... they see it as 9.2% who will always vote for anyone who promises another extension of unemployment benefits. This also explains why every liberal solution involves "taxing the rich." Most voters aren't rich.
    5. Thanks to uncontrolled borders, our immigrant population is much larger today. Most of these people eventually become voters, and they tend to vote for Liberal Democrats. And every President in recent memory has advocated "speeding up" the naturalization process, even by means of amnesty, to move our electorate further leftwards.
    6. Big business has "switched sides" and is now firmly in the camp of the radical left. President Obama accomplished this by giving them generous taxpayer funded bailouts, huge tax breaks and lots of new loopholes, and by relieving them of their biggest employment expense... the cost of healthcare benefits for their workers. Essentially, the President has taken this cost off the backs of huge corporations and placed it squarely on the backs of taxpayers. No wonder huge corporations love him. President Obama has made it possible for them to mismanage their businesses, and still get generous bonuses, which are often paid directly by the taxpayers!
    I'm not saying this to be an alarmist, just to lay out the challenge facing us next year. Unseating President Obama will be much more difficult than unseating Jimmy Carter, because so much else has changed. Too many powerful forces want to keep his policies in effect.

    And the GOP will not win unless they offer a CLEAR alternative. Serving up another RINO will only result in an Obama landslide.

    In a very odd way, the Democrat Party moving to the hard left has created a vacuum, and has drawn the GOP into the "soft left." There are precious few conservatives left in American politics today, and those remaining ones are routinely demonized by the media and the entertainment industry.

    The campaign is in full swing to make every conservative as unelectable as Barry Goldwater, Dan Quayle and Robert Bork. Do NOT underestimate this. They have done it before, and they can do it again. Even many in the mainstream GOP are prone to dismiss the Tea Party Movements as "kooks" and "extremists" while those might be the only people left getting it right.

    Beyonce Knowles has enough money to want higher taxes
    Don't be too encouraged by President Obama's recent slide in approval rating polls. The media will put him back on top. They have the power to influence election results, and they aren't shy about using it.

    God help us.

    I just hope we have the energy and the will to prevail, and to turn our nation back onto a sensible course.

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Maharaja”s ”Tiger-Car” Rolls-Royce on auction

    The luxury Lifestyle blog (the home of luxury Lifestyle) presents Maharaja”s ”Tiger-Car” Rolls-Royce on auction.

    One of the world’s most unique Rolls-Royce adaptations is set to go under the hammer next month, with the sale of a model equipped specifically for tiger hunting.

    The 1925 Rolls-Royce New Phantom was originally commissioned by Umed Singh II of India, the Maharaja of Kotah, for use while tiger hunting.

    This led to some additions such as a mounted Howdah double-barrel shotgun, a rifle stand in the passenger compartments and a mountable Lantaka cannon.

    The model also boasts a hissing snake horn and a hidden safe, while for night-time hunting, Rolls-Royce added two powerful searchlights and a separate machine gun mounted on a matching trailer.

    The massive 8.0-litre six cylinder engine is set to a low-gearing ratio, allowing it to move through the jungles of Rajasthan.

    Tiger hunting is, of course, no longer an option for would-be owners of this beast, as the wild tiger is now one of the most threatened species on the planet and hunting is illegal in most countries.

    Bonhams, the auctioneers behind the sales, believes the model will sell for $750,000 – $1,000,000 and it is believed to have already been requested once by Indian authorities as a piece of national heritage.

    It will go under the hammer on August 18-19 at the Quail Lodge sale, a two-day event held as part of Pebble Beach Classic Car Week and Monterey Auto Week in California.

    The week culminates with the 57th Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance, one of the world’s most famous classic car sales.

    Source: AFPrelaxnews

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Abu Dhabi posts record tourist results

    The luxury Lifestyle blog (the home of luxury Lifestyle) presents Abu Dhabi posts record tourist results.

    A fall in Abu Dhabi‘s hotel prices has prompted a record year for the Emirate so far, according to figures released July 27.

    The first six months of 2011 showed the best hotel results in the history of the country, with the number of visitors climbing 11 percent to just over one million.

    Authorities hope to break the two million visitor target for the first time this year.

    The figures also suggested that people are staying 13 percent longer in the country than in 2010, with the average length of a stay just under three nights.

    According to the tourist board, average room rates have fallen by 15 percent compared to the same period in 2010, making Abu Dhabi a more affordable destination than upscale competitors such as Paris, New York or Tokyo.

    That trend could also continue, with a glut of new hotels expected to open in the emirate before the year is out — a total of ten luxury five-star properties will open their doors in the coming months.

    Big names include Westin, Anantara, Hyatt, Park Hyatt, St Regis, Rocco Forte Hotel, Ritz-Carlton and Jumeirah at Etihad Towers.

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Saturday, July 30, 2011

Summertime and the Living Is (Not) Easy!

    posted by terhand doel

    We've reached the end of another GREAT month in the Lair and I'm thrilled to send July out with a BANG (or is that boom?) by welcoming my good friend and Lair favorite Marie Force back for a visit. The third book in Marie's "Fatal" series, Fatal Consequences, was released this month, along with a lot of other stuff. But I'll let Marie tell you all about it:

    Greetings to the Banditas! Thank you SO much to my dear friend Aunty Cindy and the gang for having me back again to celebrate the release of my new book, Fatal Consequences. This is book 3 in my Fatal Series, which pairs D.C. homicide detective Lt. Sam Holland with U.S. Senator Nick Cappuano. The Fatal books mix romance with politics and mystery, and book 3 has plenty of all three. Here’s a brief bit about the book:

    The murder of two members of the Capitol Cleaning Service might’ve been just another homicide investigation—that is if one of them hadn’t been romantically involved with a married senator from Arizona. Lt. Sam Holland and her team are plunged into another complex case that at first seems open and shut. But as Sam tugs on the threads of the investigation she uncovers a deep, dark Washington secret that threatens the careers of some of the government’s highest-ranking officials. Racing to catch a killer before he can strike again, Sam and her fianc√©, U.S. Senator Nick Cappuano, attempt to plan a wedding while her colleague Detective Tommy “Gonzo” Gonzales faces life-changing news.

    It’s fitting that I should end what has been one of the most insane months of my life with my friends at the terhand doel. I definitely need to celebrate that July 2011 is coming to an end. Let me give you the rundown… keeping in mind that Fatal book 4, Fatal Flaw, was due yesterday.

    July began with the final day of the Romance Writers of America conference in New York City. Fatal Flaw was about half done at this point, and not going well for reasons to be discussed later. After sprinting home to spend the Fourth of July holiday with my family, I had to re-pack for a six-day trip to Atlanta for my day job’s annual meeting. Not a word got written on Flaw while my daughter and I were in Atlanta.

    Returning home, we celebrated her 16th birthday and the launch of Fatal Consequences, both on the 18th. That same day, she started driver’s ed from 6 a.m. to 9 a.m. for ten straight weekdays. Oh the joy of hauling a sixteen-year-old out of bed at 5:20 a.m., in the summer, for driver’s ed. Around that same time, she got her first real job, working as a hostess in a five-star restaurant in downtown Newport, RI, which is about thirty minutes from where we live. And did I mention my son, soon-to-be 13, is attending sailing camp, also in downtown Newport, but during the day. One kid to Newport in the morning, the other kid to Newport in the afternoon and an 11 p.m. pickup for the working girl. My husband helps, but since I work from home, most of it falls on me.

    Did I mention that we are gearing up at work to move our company’s website to a new platform? To save some money, we decided to hand move all 800 pages and 10,000 linked files and images ourselves. And that started this week , the same week my book is due and the same week the quarterly magazine I edit for work is on deadline. Calgon, where are you when I need you? Thankfully, (and I never thought I’d say this), our designer is running late on the magazine, and it got bumped to next week. There is a God.

    Back to Fatal Flaw, which hung over my head like a shiny, sharp guillotine this entire month. I finished it at 9 p.m. on July 29, the day before it was due. I wrote 18,000 words in three days, and my hands feel like they’re 80 and arthritic. Thankfully, I have three faithful beta readers who were critiquing as I went, which is how we managed to discover. . .wait for it. . . a fatal flaw in the story.

    This is my 19th book, so I have somewhat of a routine by now, but nothing was working, and I didn’t have the luxury of time to blame it on the stress and chaos of my life. The writing was like pulling teeth, and I couldn’t figure out why. Then, when I was 70,000 words into the book, my betas helped me identify a major problem (aka the fatal flaw) in the story. Once I fixed that by writing five new opening chapters—something I have never done before—the writing flowed the way it normally does, giving me an ‘ah-ha’ moment: If the writing is like pulling teeth, something is wrong. Figure out what’s wrong and fix it. My editor and I have chatted about watching out what we name future books so as not to bring the bad karma to the writing.

    To say I am THRILLED that July 2011 is behind me is putting it mildly. I plan to spend August working on that website migration at work and in my free time, catching up on my TBR, lolling about on the beach and my dad’s boat, hanging with my kids and having a bunch of family and friends visit. I am sooooo ready for a break from the pressure cooker. Later in August, I plan to get to work on my fourth McCarthy book and hopefully a Christmas novella for that series. In addition, I have four other books I am preparing for publication, starting later this year: Georgia on My Mind as well as my beloved Treading Water trilogy: Treading Water, Marking Time and Starting Over, so be on the lookout for all of them soon!

    Summertime and the living is easy—or not. Which is it for you? Thanks for coming by and helping me to celebrate the end of the month from hell! I’ll give a copy of Fatal Consequences to one commenter today.

    Keep an eye out for the Sept. 5 launch of the FREE Fatal wedding novella, Fatal Destiny, in which Sam and Nick tie the knot. Until then, I’ll be at the beach!

    Enjoy the beach, Marie! Sounds like you could use a rest!

    Marie Force is the bestselling, award-winning author of the Fatal Series from Harlequin’s Carina Press. The series includes FATAL AFFAIR, FATAL JUSTICE, FATAL CONSEQUENCES and FATAL DESTINY, which is out Sept. 5. FATAL FLAW is coming in February 2012.

    Earlier this year, Marie published her popular, bestselling McCarthys of Gansett Island Series: MAID FOR LOVE, FOOL FOR LOVE and READY FOR LOVE, with more books coming soon in the series. Find out more about Marie and her books at her website:, on her blog at, where she runs the weekly Romance & Oreos Book Club, on Facebook at, and on Twitter @marieforce.
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Profiles in Stupidity: Senator Patrick Leahy

    This is the eight installment of "Profiles in Stupidity" in which we  highlight the dumbest politicians in America today.

    Patrick Leahy is the senior United States Senator from Vermont and a member of the Democratic Party.

    He is the first and only elected Democratic United States Senator in Vermont's history. He is the chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee. Leahy is the second most senior U.S. Senator, and second longest-serving Democrat in the U.S. Senate having served since 1975.

    Leahy was first elected to the Senate in 1974. then reelected in 1980, 1986, 1992, 1998, 2004, and 2010.

    Senator Patrick "Leaky Leahy" is probably best known for the time he leaked classified documents during the Iran-Contra hearings in Washington. Here are just a few highlights:
    • Leaky Leahy actually threatened to sabotage classified strategies he didn't like.
    • Leahy "inadvertently" disclosed top secret communications intercepts during a 1985 TV interview.
    • That intercept made possible the capture of the terrorist who hijacked the cruise shop Achille Lauro.
    • Leahy's leak cost the life of at least one Egyptian operative involved in the operation.
    • In July 1987, Leahy leaked secret information about Reagan's plan to topple Mulhmar Gaddhafi.
    • U.S. intelligence officials said Leahy sent a written threat to expose the operation. 
    • Weeks later, news of the secret plan turned up in the Washington Post, causing it to be aborted.
    • A year later, as the Senate was preparing to hold hearings on the Iran-Contra scandal, Leahy had to resign his Intelligence Committee post after he was caught leaking secret information to a reporter.
    He should have been indicted, tried and sentenced.

    Leahy's Iran-Contra leak was considered to be one of the most serious breaches of secrecy in the Intelligence Committee's 10-year history.
    Of course, the most famous Patrick Leahy quote wasn't said by him, but to him.

    On June 22, 2004, Leahy and Vice President Dick Cheney participated in the US Senate class photo. After the vote, Cheney was only talking to Republicans. When Leahy asked him to come over and talk to the Democrats, Cheney upbraided Leahy for the Senator's recent excoriations of Halliburton's activities in Iraq.

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Double Feature Theater

    Today Marc of Go, See, Talk is spearheading a brilliant blogathon in which we are to imagine ourselves as movie theater owners and then set up a week's schedule of double features, with Sunday being our special triple feature. Believe me, back in the days when I used to manage a movie theater (which was really just a multiplex) I would fantasize about what I'd run all week in Theater 16 where they'd shove all the movies that had been around forever.

    Alas, I was never given the chance. Now my dream has come true!

    Monday: "The Big Sleep" / "To Have And Have Not." The totality of the first film combined with about the first 40 minutes of the second film might just make for the most sheerly watchable 155 minutes in the history of cinema.

    Tuesday: "Before Sunrise" / "Quiet City". My theater could follow-up the young Jesse and Celine with the old Jesse and Celine, but thought it would instead be best to continue re-living our youth and serve up a much less talky companion piece subsituting Park Slope for Vienna. (Note: If you didn't know, the still in my blog header is taken from "Quiet City." Thought I'd mention it.)

    Wednesday: "Ruby In Paradise" / "Sunshine State". Two underseen indie gems that show the Florida you don't necessarily see in the postcards. The former contains the best performance of Ashley Judd's life. The latter is John Sayles' best film.
    Thursday: "Roxanne" / "Bowfinger." When you're alone and life is making you lonely you can "Roxanne" & "Bowfinger" back to back.

    Friday: "Captain Blood" / "Adventures of Robin Hood." Motion pictures do not, cannot and will not get any more rousing and spirited than these two certified Flynn/De Havilland/Rathbone/Curtiz monumental landmarks.

    Saturday: "My Blue Heaven" / "Goodfellas". I had several ideas for this slot but was having trouble choosing and then this double feature was pitched to me one night by a couple friends over a few beers when I explained this particular blogathon and it was just way too good not to include. The story of Henry Hill as told by Ephron and then by Scorsese.

    Sunday: "The Insider" / "Heat" / "Last of the Mohicans." In the 1990's Michael Mann made three movies. These three movies. One was a true story set in the world of "60 Minutes", one was about bank robbers in L.A., one was set during The French & Indian War, but they all had one thing in common. Each one was a masterpiece.

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Friday, July 29, 2011

CSI Launch in the Lair!

    by Jo Robertson

    We're not exactly having a Launch Party today. Do I hear groans and sighs of disappointment. The Banditas and their BB's are always up for a raucous event.

    Never fear! We have the usual finger foods and goodies on hand. Sven's been hard at work in the kitchen making canapes and those little barbecued sausages, as well as caviar and champagne.
    Unfortunately he's not getting the usual "help" from Lars, who's promised everyone a foot massage today. It's probably just as well since Lars tends to drop things.

    The party preparations are on temporary halt, however, because we have a serious problem in the Lair.
    Someone (andI'm not mentioning any names) stole the proof copy of Jo-Mama's debut book "The Watcher."

    In case you're confused look to the left for Evidence #1 -- the purloined book!

    Missing, MISSING, I tell you! And someone must pay!

    You might suspect the Golden Rooster carried the book off to the Land of Oz or even -- shudder -- to the "right coast." Or perhaps a Bandita Buddy from down south "appropriated" the proof prize. Not naming names, again, but I hear some of those southern gals have sticky fingers.

    In fact, our famous Chook is NOT the culprit, but the investigator. So line up the usual suspects and let the case begin!

    What? What? Oh, that's right, some naughty visitor to the Lair has stolen Jo-Mama's proof of "The Watcher." Let me see, let me see (dons his Sherlock Holmes hat and whips out his magnifying glass).

    Not I! I've been slaving in the kitchen for days (looks darkly at Lars). With NO help, I might add.

    Don't look at me (eyes Aunty Cindy's pretty colored toes greedily). I've been playing with pinkies all day.

    [Enter Gladiators Demitrius and Marcus, flashing swords.]

    What about those two?

    Not likely. They never learned to read, just a bunch of steroid-pumped hunks (looks jealously at the Gladiators).

    Say it isn't so! Reading is the foundation of civilization!

    Whatever. (Bends over, examining a dusty spot on the end table of the reading room.) Hmmmm, looks like the book was lying here.

    Good grief! How can you tell MY book was there? There are millions of Bandita books around here. (Flings her arms wildly) It IS the terhand doel Lair, after all. Books are coming out all the time!

    I see dead people.

    What are you talking about, you crazy chook?

    Dead people! Aren't your books full of dead people?

    Well, sure, "The Watcher" is a romantic thriller, but it's not ALL about murder and mayhem. There's a very sensual love story in it. Kate and Slater have an instant connection between them, and although she's single minded to the point of annoyance, Slater's just the man to, uh . . . distract her.
    Take a look at Evidence #2 -- the back cover blurb:

    Forensic psychiatrist Kate Myers believes the killer of two teenage girls in Bigler County, California, is the same man who savagely murdered her twin sister over fifteen years ago. Working with a single-minded tenacity, she sets out to prove it.

    Deputy Ben Slater hides his personal pain behind the job, but Kate's arrival in his county knocks his world on its axis. He wants to believe her wild theory, but the idea of a serial killer with the kind of pathology she proposes is too bizarre.

    Together they work to find a killer whose roots began in a small town in Bigler county, but whose violence spread across the nation. A Janus-like killer, more monster than man, he fixates on Kate. The killer wants nothing more than to kill the "purple-eyed girl again."

    [Enter Paolo, Lucius, and the Hockey Hunks, led by Zach, all bearing trays of champagne and bottle of Coke and Pepsi -- perennial rivals in the Lair]

    (shouting at the top of his lungs) Let the festivities begin!

    (Grabbing for the champagne) Give me one of those! (sniffs loudly) I hope that nasty Ermigarde isn't going to eat all the food.

    (Stumbles about, muttering) Clues, clues, must follows the clues.

    Readers, join us in the hunt for my proof copy of "The Watcher." Who do YOU think purloined the book? One of the Banditas or Buddies? One of the Lair denizens or guests? Or someone we'd never, ever think of! Heh, heh, who's the main suspect??!!

    One clever commenter who convinces me who the guilty culprit is and WHY will receive a free download of "The Watcher" when it becomes available the end of August.

    Everyone who emails me a snail mail addy ( will receive an autographed postcard of the book cover and will be entered to win a PRINT COPY of "The Watcher."
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