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http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D8PUBUIO1&show_article=1&image=large
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Good choice I'd say...
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I found this a little scary: http://cbs5.com/topstories/local_story_159222541.html
Pentagon Confirms It Sought To Build A 'Gay Bomb'
Hank Plante
Reporting
(CBS 5) BERKELEY A Berkeley watchdog organization that tracks military spending said it uncovered a strange U.S. military proposal to create a hormone bomb that could purportedly turn enemy soldiers into homosexuals and make them more interested in sex than fighting.
Pentagon officials on Friday confirmed to CBS 5 that military leaders had considered, and then subsquently rejected, building the so-called "Gay Bomb."
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Edward Hammond, of Berkeley's Sunshine Project, had used the Freedom of Information Act to obtain a copy of the proposal from the Air Force's Wright Laboratory in Dayton, Ohio.
As part of a military effort to develop non-lethal weapons, the proposal suggested, "One distasteful but completely non-lethal example would be strong aphrodisiacs, especially if the chemical also caused homosexual behavior."
The documents show the Air Force lab asked for $7.5 million to develop such a chemical weapon.
"The Ohio Air Force lab proposed that a bomb be developed that contained a chemical that would cause enemy soliders to become gay, and to have their units break down because all their soldiers became irresistably attractive to one another," Hammond said after reviwing the documents.
"The notion was that a chemical that would probably be pleasant in the human body in low quantities could be identified, and by virtue of either breathing or having their skin exposed to this chemical, the notion was that soliders would become gay," explained Hammond.
The Pentagon told CBS 5 that the proposal was made by the Air Force in 1994.
"The Department of Defense is committed to identifying, researching and developing non-lethal weapons that will support our men and women in uniform," said a DOD spokesperson, who indicated that the "gay bomb" idea was quickly dismissed.
However, Hammond said the government records he obtained suggest the military gave the plan much stronger consideration than it has acknowledged.
"The truth of the matter is it would have never come to my attention if it was dismissed at the time it was proposed," he said. "In fact, the Pentagon has used it repeatedly and subsequently in an effort to promote non-lethal weapons, and in fact they submitted it to the highest scientific review body in the country for them to consider."
Military officials insisted Friday to CBS 5 that they are not currently working on any such idea and that the past plan was abandoned.
Gay community leaders in California said Friday that they found the notion of a "gay bomb" both offensive and almost laughable at the same time.
"Throughout history we have had so many brave men and women who are gay and lesbian serving the military with distinction," said Geoff Kors of Equality California. "So, it's just offensive that they think by turning people gay that the other military would be incapable of doing their job. And its absurd because there's so much medical data that shows that sexual orientation is immutable and cannot be changed."
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=feUq0dWeZmw
Nice voiceover work
Nice voiceover work
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For those who like keeping up to date with best sellers, awards etc, here's a great site: http://www.iuniverse.com/community/author-news/news.htm
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For those who love a good read: http://www.3ammagazine.com/buzzwordsblog/2006/12/3am-awards-2006.html 
3:AM have two novels of the year this time round: Tom McCarthy's Remainder (which was already our Book of the Year 2005) continued its irresistible journey overground when it was republished by Alma Books in Britain. The first cult masterpiece of the 21st century is also coming out in the States courtesy of Vintage and will soon be turned into a film. Our second novel of the year was actually published in 2004, but a review copy only reached 3:AM Mansions a few months ago. Daniel Scott Buck's The Greatest Show on Earth takes society's obsession with pop psychology, celebrity culture and reality TV to its illogical, darkly farcical conclusion, offering us lethal satire of Swiftian proportions. Is Daniel Scott Buck the new Juvenal?
3:AM have two novels of the year this time round: Tom McCarthy's Remainder (which was already our Book of the Year 2005) continued its irresistible journey overground when it was republished by Alma Books in Britain. The first cult masterpiece of the 21st century is also coming out in the States courtesy of Vintage and will soon be turned into a film. Our second novel of the year was actually published in 2004, but a review copy only reached 3:AM Mansions a few months ago. Daniel Scott Buck's The Greatest Show on Earth takes society's obsession with pop psychology, celebrity culture and reality TV to its illogical, darkly farcical conclusion, offering us lethal satire of Swiftian proportions. Is Daniel Scott Buck the new Juvenal?
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Not surprised after being hit for another cool 50 Million from his divorce, poor chap is only left with 750 mill or so 
The Sun has the scoop, low down dogs that they are:
http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2007010726,00.html
TROUBLED Sir Paul McCartney has said he is “through with women” in the wake of his divorce fight.
He poured out his heart to pals while on holiday with daughter Beatrice
The former Beatle, 64, told them at his five-star resort in Jamaica: “I’m through with women. It’s been horrible.
“I’m just glad to be able to get away with Beatrice.
“She is the most important person in my life — she’s all I have.”
Sir Paul jetted to the Caribbean island after New Year following a new divorce demand of £50million by estranged wife Heather, 39.
The star took Beatrice, three, and two other family members with him.
He has rented a five-bedroom villa at a resort he used to visit with beloved first wife Linda, who died of cancer in 1998.
Macca told those close to him: “It's lovely to be back. It’s like being home again. It reminds me how happy we were together.”
But Sir Paul tried to put his emotions in the background as he went sailing on his own.
In spite of strong winds, he expertly manoeuvred the small craft. The star then pulled the boat up on the beach and cleaned it down before heading back to Beatrice.
Macca recently looked tired and drawn following the strain of his divorce battle.
But he was spotted smiling and chatting to holidaymakers in Jamaica.
An onlooker said: “He looks great. Just like his old self.”
The Sun has the scoop, low down dogs that they are:
http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2007010726,00.html
TROUBLED Sir Paul McCartney has said he is “through with women” in the wake of his divorce fight.
He poured out his heart to pals while on holiday with daughter Beatrice
The former Beatle, 64, told them at his five-star resort in Jamaica: “I’m through with women. It’s been horrible.
“I’m just glad to be able to get away with Beatrice.
“She is the most important person in my life — she’s all I have.”
Sir Paul jetted to the Caribbean island after New Year following a new divorce demand of £50million by estranged wife Heather, 39.
The star took Beatrice, three, and two other family members with him.
He has rented a five-bedroom villa at a resort he used to visit with beloved first wife Linda, who died of cancer in 1998.
Macca told those close to him: “It's lovely to be back. It’s like being home again. It reminds me how happy we were together.”
But Sir Paul tried to put his emotions in the background as he went sailing on his own.
In spite of strong winds, he expertly manoeuvred the small craft. The star then pulled the boat up on the beach and cleaned it down before heading back to Beatrice.
Macca recently looked tired and drawn following the strain of his divorce battle.
But he was spotted smiling and chatting to holidaymakers in Jamaica.
An onlooker said: “He looks great. Just like his old self.”
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Or that's what they want you to think happened 
Wonderful author
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/obit_wilson
CAPITOLA, Calif. (AP) - Robert Anton Wilson, co-author of the cult classic "The Illuminatus! Trilogy," a science-fiction series about a secret global society, has died. He was 74.
Wilson died peacefully of natural causes at his home Thursday in Capitola in Santa Cruz County, his daughter Christina Pearson said Saturday.
Post-polio syndrome had severely weakened Wilson's legs, leading to a fall seven months ago that left him bedridden until his death, Pearson said.
Wilson wrote 35 books on subjects such as extrasensory perception, mental telepathy, metaphysics, paranormal experiences, conspiracy theory, sex, drugs and what he called quantum psychology.
He wrote the "Illuminatus" trilogy with his friend Robert Shea in the late 1960s, when they were both editors at Playboy.
The books "The Eye in the Pyramid," "The Golden Apple" and "Leviathan" were all published in 1975. They never hit the best-seller lists but have never gone out of print. Shea died in 1994.
"There are lots of drug references in the book," said Mark Frauenfelder, a co-editor of boingboing.net, a pop culture website that started as a print magazine in the 1980s and for which Wilson wrote many articles.
"In part because it dealt with conspiracies in a science-fiction way, the trilogy achieved a cult following among science-fiction readers, hippies, the psychedelic crowd," Frauenfelder said.
Inspired by a thick file of letters the authors received from conspiracy buffs, the trilogy traces the conflict between the Illuminati and the Discordians.
The Illuminati are elite authoritarians who pull the puppet strings of the world's political establishment, while seeking to become super-beings by sucking the souls from the masses. The Discordians resist through convoluted tactics that include a network of double agents.
After completing the trilogy, Wilson began writing non-fiction books.
Perhaps his most famous is "Cosmic Trigger" (Pocket Books, 1977), a bizarre autobiography in which, among many other tales, he describes episodes when he believed he had communicated with extraterrestrials while admitting he was experimenting with peyote and mescaline.
Wilson contended people should never rule out any possibility, including that lasagna might fly.
On Jan. 6, in his last post on his personal blog, he wrote: "I don't see how to take death seriously. I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread."
"I love you all and I deeply implore you to keep the lasagna flying."
Born in Brooklyn, N.Y., 1932, Wilson attended Brooklyn Polytechnical College and New York University. He worked as an engineering aide, a salesman and a copywriter and was an associate editor at Playboy from 1965 to 1971.
Wonderful author
http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/capress/obit_wilson
CAPITOLA, Calif. (AP) - Robert Anton Wilson, co-author of the cult classic "The Illuminatus! Trilogy," a science-fiction series about a secret global society, has died. He was 74.
Wilson died peacefully of natural causes at his home Thursday in Capitola in Santa Cruz County, his daughter Christina Pearson said Saturday.
Post-polio syndrome had severely weakened Wilson's legs, leading to a fall seven months ago that left him bedridden until his death, Pearson said.
Wilson wrote 35 books on subjects such as extrasensory perception, mental telepathy, metaphysics, paranormal experiences, conspiracy theory, sex, drugs and what he called quantum psychology.
He wrote the "Illuminatus" trilogy with his friend Robert Shea in the late 1960s, when they were both editors at Playboy.
The books "The Eye in the Pyramid," "The Golden Apple" and "Leviathan" were all published in 1975. They never hit the best-seller lists but have never gone out of print. Shea died in 1994.
"There are lots of drug references in the book," said Mark Frauenfelder, a co-editor of boingboing.net, a pop culture website that started as a print magazine in the 1980s and for which Wilson wrote many articles.
"In part because it dealt with conspiracies in a science-fiction way, the trilogy achieved a cult following among science-fiction readers, hippies, the psychedelic crowd," Frauenfelder said.
Inspired by a thick file of letters the authors received from conspiracy buffs, the trilogy traces the conflict between the Illuminati and the Discordians.
The Illuminati are elite authoritarians who pull the puppet strings of the world's political establishment, while seeking to become super-beings by sucking the souls from the masses. The Discordians resist through convoluted tactics that include a network of double agents.
After completing the trilogy, Wilson began writing non-fiction books.
Perhaps his most famous is "Cosmic Trigger" (Pocket Books, 1977), a bizarre autobiography in which, among many other tales, he describes episodes when he believed he had communicated with extraterrestrials while admitting he was experimenting with peyote and mescaline.
Wilson contended people should never rule out any possibility, including that lasagna might fly.
On Jan. 6, in his last post on his personal blog, he wrote: "I don't see how to take death seriously. I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread."
"I love you all and I deeply implore you to keep the lasagna flying."
Born in Brooklyn, N.Y., 1932, Wilson attended Brooklyn Polytechnical College and New York University. He worked as an engineering aide, a salesman and a copywriter and was an associate editor at Playboy from 1965 to 1971.
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A businessman was getting ready to go on a long business
trip. He knew his wife was a flirtatious sort with an extremely
healthy sex drive, so he thought he'd buy her a little
something to keep her occupied while he was gone.
He went to a store that sold sex toys and started looking
around. He thought about a life-sized sex doll, but that
was too close to another man for him. He was browsing through
the dildos, looking for something special to please his
wife, and started talking to the old man behind the counter.
He explained his situation. The old man said, "Well,
I don't really know of anything that will do the trick.
We have vibrating dildos, special attachments, and so
on, but I don't know of anything that will keep her occupied
for weeks, except---" and he stopped.
"Except what?" the man asked.
"Nothing, nothing."
"C'mon, tell me! I need something!"
"Well, sir, I don't usually mention this, but
there is The Voodoo Penis."
"So what's up with this Voodoo Penis?"
he asked.
The old man reached under the counter, and pulled out a very
old wooden box, carved with strange symbols and erotic
images. He opened it, and there lay an ordinary-looking
dildo. The businessman laughed, and said "Big damn
deal.It looks like every other dildo in this shop!"
The old man replied, "But you haven't seen what
it'll do yet."
He pointed to a door and said "Voodoo Penis, the door."
The Voodoo Penis miraculously rose out of its box, darted
over to the door, and started pounding the keyhole. The
whole door shook wildly with the vibrations, so much so
that a crack began to form down the middle. Before the door
split, the old man said "Voodoo Penis, return to box!"
The Voodoo Penis stopped, levitated back to the box and
lay there quiescent once more.
"I'll take it!" said the businessman.
The old man resisted, saying it wasn't for sale, but
finally surrendered to $738 in cash and an imitation Rolex.
The guy took it home to his wife, told her it was a special
dildo and that to use it, all she had to do was say "Voodoo
Penis, my crotch."
He left for his trip satisfied that things would be fine
while he was gone. After he'd been gone a few days, the
wife was unbearably horny. She thought of several people
who would willingly satisfy her, but then she remembered
the Voodoo Penis.
She undressed, opened the box and said "Voodoo Penis,
my crotch!" The Voodoo Penis shot to her crotch and
started pumping. It was absolutely incredible, like nothing
she'd ever experienced before. After three mind-shattering
orgasms, she became very exhausted and decided she'd
had enough.
She tried to pull it out, but it was stuck in her, still thrusting.
She tried and tried to get it out, but nothing worked. Her
husband had forgotten to tell her how to shut it off. Worried,
she decided to go to the hospital to see if they could help.
She put her clothes on, got in the car and started to drive,
quivering with every thrust of the dildo. On the way, another
incredible intense orgasm made her swerve all over the
road. A police officer saw this and immediately pulled
her over. He asked for her license, and then asked how much
she'd had to drink.
Gasping and twitching, she explained, "I haven't
had anything to drink, officer. You see, I've got this
Voodoo Penis thing stuck in my crotch and it won't stop
screwing me!"
The officer looked at her for a second, shook his head and
in an arrogant voice replied, "Yeah, right... Voodoo
Penis, my ass!"
The rest is history.
trip. He knew his wife was a flirtatious sort with an extremely
healthy sex drive, so he thought he'd buy her a little
something to keep her occupied while he was gone.
He went to a store that sold sex toys and started looking
around. He thought about a life-sized sex doll, but that
was too close to another man for him. He was browsing through
the dildos, looking for something special to please his
wife, and started talking to the old man behind the counter.
He explained his situation. The old man said, "Well,
I don't really know of anything that will do the trick.
We have vibrating dildos, special attachments, and so
on, but I don't know of anything that will keep her occupied
for weeks, except---" and he stopped.
"Except what?" the man asked.
"Nothing, nothing."
"C'mon, tell me! I need something!"
"Well, sir, I don't usually mention this, but
there is The Voodoo Penis."
"So what's up with this Voodoo Penis?"
he asked.
The old man reached under the counter, and pulled out a very
old wooden box, carved with strange symbols and erotic
images. He opened it, and there lay an ordinary-looking
dildo. The businessman laughed, and said "Big damn
deal.It looks like every other dildo in this shop!"
The old man replied, "But you haven't seen what
it'll do yet."
He pointed to a door and said "Voodoo Penis, the door."
The Voodoo Penis miraculously rose out of its box, darted
over to the door, and started pounding the keyhole. The
whole door shook wildly with the vibrations, so much so
that a crack began to form down the middle. Before the door
split, the old man said "Voodoo Penis, return to box!"
The Voodoo Penis stopped, levitated back to the box and
lay there quiescent once more.
"I'll take it!" said the businessman.
The old man resisted, saying it wasn't for sale, but
finally surrendered to $738 in cash and an imitation Rolex.
The guy took it home to his wife, told her it was a special
dildo and that to use it, all she had to do was say "Voodoo
Penis, my crotch."
He left for his trip satisfied that things would be fine
while he was gone. After he'd been gone a few days, the
wife was unbearably horny. She thought of several people
who would willingly satisfy her, but then she remembered
the Voodoo Penis.
She undressed, opened the box and said "Voodoo Penis,
my crotch!" The Voodoo Penis shot to her crotch and
started pumping. It was absolutely incredible, like nothing
she'd ever experienced before. After three mind-shattering
orgasms, she became very exhausted and decided she'd
had enough.
She tried to pull it out, but it was stuck in her, still thrusting.
She tried and tried to get it out, but nothing worked. Her
husband had forgotten to tell her how to shut it off. Worried,
she decided to go to the hospital to see if they could help.
She put her clothes on, got in the car and started to drive,
quivering with every thrust of the dildo. On the way, another
incredible intense orgasm made her swerve all over the
road. A police officer saw this and immediately pulled
her over. He asked for her license, and then asked how much
she'd had to drink.
Gasping and twitching, she explained, "I haven't
had anything to drink, officer. You see, I've got this
Voodoo Penis thing stuck in my crotch and it won't stop
screwing me!"
The officer looked at her for a second, shook his head and
in an arrogant voice replied, "Yeah, right... Voodoo
Penis, my ass!"
The rest is history.