Making Saddam submit. Fred on Everything has some
background information on
Jack McGeorge, the weapons inspector who became a
15-minute celebrity when it was discovered that he is active in the S&M community, and doesn't have certain academic qualifications that some critics think he should have. Fred points out that McGeorge
was a Marine Corps demolitions technician, worked for the Secret Service at the White House level, and studied at nuclear-weapons school. You will then note years when he doesn't seem to have been doing much . . . . When people work in fields that require security clearances, they usually have blank spots in their resumes. They don't talk about them.
Fred also has a refreshingly blase attitude about McGeorge's sexual predilictions:
When I met Jack, I had heard of kinky sex, but had never encountered it. I said so. He invited me to a couple of parties and a bus trip to the old Vault in New York (where I once stood at a urinal next to Danny the Wonder Pony in full tack. Life is nothing if not interesting). I expected the macabre and ghastly, stray organs lying wetly on tables, a collection of budding Jeffy Dahmers. No. This was suburban hobbyist S&M, games for otherwise ordinary bureaucrats and programmers who wanted to be paddled by their girlfriends, or vice versa. An S&M party looks like a Batman convention and smells like a storage room for saddles.
I can vouch for that, and that's all I'm going to say.
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