Born in 1946 in Long Island, Preston Nichols claimed to have degrees in engineering, psychology, and parapsychology. In 1983 he released the first of a series of books on the Montauk conspiracy called The Montauk Project: Experiments in Time.
Nichols claims that his work was the result of his own deeply repressed psychological memories of being involved in the Montauk Project. He claims the top-secret experiment was an extension of 1943’s “Philadelphia Experiment,”AKA “Project Rainbow,” in which the US government allegedly tried to make a Navy cruiser invisible by manipulating an electromagnetic field around it.
The site had originally been used by the US in World War I and II to house massive gun emplacements to deter enemy attacks via the ocean. In the 1950s, while Camp Hero in Long Island was still being used as a radar center to anticipate Soviet attacks coming in over the Atlantic, researchers attempted to improve on the Philadelphia experiment with an eye on studying the psychological effects of electromagnetic fields. One of the goals was to induce schizophrenia at the touch of a button. The US Congress apparently rejected a plan for furthering the experiment because they deemed it too dangerous. But apparently experiments were still conducted, funded by stolen Nazi gold.
Nichols alleges that these experiments were picked up by the US government sometime in the 1960s at the Brookhaven National Laboratory on Long Island, but after it became clear that many of the...
Are you looking for a pet who requires a shit ton of attention? One who only likes to be pet in very specific places and drink water in very specific rooms? If this sounds like the level of responsibility you need in your life, we'd like to introduce you to Bruno, the seven-year-old cat who is currently looking for a home:
Bruno is great for people who love irony, because he is the highest-maintenance little potato boi hailing from a species that is designed to be low maintenance. According to a Facebook post from his temporary home, the Wright Way Rescue in Morton Grove, Illinois, Bruno is a "laid back, lazy boy." But his supposed "laid-back" attitude contradicts almost everything else about him, as outlined in the post which was supposedly written by the cat himself.
According to Bruno, he's
- Very "chatty."
- "On a diet."
- Only likes his feather wand toy (but not the others!)
I also really like playing with my feather wand toy. Not so much my other toys or scratchers, though.
- Stands on his hind legs when he's hungry (objectively a good thing).
- Will not eat unless you pet him.
- Will meow incessantly even after you've given him food, unless you are literally petting him while he eats:
I love to be pet while I eat. It took my foster mom a little time to realize what I was meowing about, since she had just...
Stormy Daniels is almost unrecognizable as the Virgin Mary. Unlike the garish glare of porn, Nika Nesgoda's photograph of her is soft and stylized. Daniels looks demure swathed in royal blue and burgundy robes, coyly leaning away from the camera like she might just slip out of frame. If the portrait in question, an interpretation of Italian painter Simone Martini’s Annunciation from 1333, turned up in the pages of Vogue, you might not bat an eye.
But Daniels isn't just any adult film star. She's the woman leading the charge to expose President Trump’s alleged affairs and the hush money he offered to women over the years. Her name has become a lightning rod for partisan rhetoric, martyred by the left and demonized by the right.
That's why, 16 years after it was shot, Nesgoda's photograph of Daniels as the Madonna is suddenly in the news. What began as a meditation on the role of women in Renaissance-era religious art is being held up by conservatives as a liberal assault on religion. But what critics don't understand, or choose to ignore, is that the photo is actually pretty traditional. If you care to learn the history, porn stars posing as the Virgin Mary actually make a lot of sense.
ENFP: Your optimists and encouraging nature. You’re the embodiment of absolute enthusiasm, optimism, and encouragement. Anyone who is in a relationship with you has a hard time not feeling better just by being around you. While you won’t pretend that negative feelings are non-existent, you make it your goal to inspire and cheer up the people you love, and the person you’re in love with is no exception.
ENTP: Your constant stream of creative ideas. You don’t understand the definition of the word boring, and you make sure your partner doesn’t either. The person who dates you will be captivated by your charm, sure, but will really love hearing all the crazy and exciting ideas you have going on inside your brain, and they will never be able to complain that they’re ever honestly bored.
INFP: Your ability to know them better than they do. You have the most natural understanding of anyone who takes the time to be around you, it’s almost scary. Your ability to know people in ways few others do, including themselves, is incredibly attractive and is one of the best things about dating you. Your understanding of the other person puts them at ease and allows them to be their honest selves that they don’t feel they can be around others.
INTP: Your constant desire to grow/learn. While you tend to be a pretty reserved person by nature, there is a goldmine of intellect brooding underneath the exterior, and if someone is able to break through your...
Donald Trump hasn't even hit the halfway point in his first (and hopefully only) presidential term, but the 2020 race has already begun on the Democratic side. Trump's apparent unpopularity has convinced dozens of thirsty Democrats that they would have a shot against him. This list includes plenty of viable candidates—Bernie Sanders, Elizabeth Warren, and Kamala Harris, for example—but there are also the dreamers who have no shot of winning, but nevertheless persist. To get it out of the way, let's run down this list of the hopeless so we don't have to talk about them again:Michael Avenatti
Lawyer Michael Avenatti came into the public eye when he began representing porn star Stormy Daniels, who claims she had an affair with the president in 2006 and that he paid her to never tell anyone about it. A frequent guest on cable news, Avenatti has become a political celebrity using decidedly Trumpian tactics. Recently, he made a trip to Iowa where he announced: "I’m exploring a run for the presidency of the United States, and I wanted to come to Iowa and listen to people and learn about some issues that are facing the citizens of Iowa and do my homework."
He is bombastic and annoying, politically inexperienced, and as I previously wrote: "I want to die... Jesus Christ, kill me now... It's all very bad."...
So far, in our insatiable need to document everything we do, human beings have ruined expensive art, beautiful sunflower fields, the beach from The Beach, and even their own limbs to get the perfect 'gram. But none of those ill-fated attempts at social media fame were successful in deterring one man from getting dangerously close to hungry bears, all for a fucking selfie.
The man in question—likely someone's rogue dad, based on the cargo shorts alone—was hanging out on a "bear viewing platform" at Alaska's Katmai National Park and Preserve last week when he decided the angle he had on the majestic beasts just wasn't cutting it, the Anchorage Daily News reports. On a quest for a better shot, he crept down to the shoreline and jumped into the water—which meant walking right into the frame of a livestream, broadcasting 24/7, all summer long.
In full view of anyone who happened to be watching at home, the guy inched his way toward the animals scarfing down salmon near a waterfall, turned his back to them, and assumed that familiar posture of dads everywhere embarrassing their kids to get a pic. Then, presumably inspired by the irresistible thought of an even better selfie, he waded in further, getting closer to the ravenous beasts for what could've been the last photo he ever took.
On Sunday, fewer than 20 far-right activists showed up in Washington, DC, for the sequel to last year's Unite the Right rally in Charlottesville. By most accounts (including my own), the low turnout amounted to a pathetic failure, or at least a sign that the public shaming of those who participated in the deadly 2017 event served as an effective deterrent this time around. But even if it's tempting to think the poor showing signaled the death-knell of the alt-right, according to Pete Simi, a sociologist and extremism expert at Chapman University, that's far from the truth. Most of the white supremacists he's spent time with would never attend such a poorly organized rally associated with someone getting murdered, he argued. That doesn't mean they don't exist.
"The fact that it attracted such a small number is not very telling," Simi told me. "I think folks are gonna over-interpret what this means and that's a huge mistake. At this point in time, if you're a white supremacist and the president of the United States is expressing views that align with yours, why bother wasting your time to attend that rally? You'd have to be a clown."
And for all the agreement within the mainstream media that Sunday dented the far-right brand, there was discord within the alt-right about whether even that was the case.
To back up, it's important to note how...
What everyone can agree on is that the Federal Reserve came into being as a result of 1913’s Federal Reserve Act. They also can agree that the “fed” controls the nation’s money supply. And that’s about all anyone agrees on. Here are some of the more prominent conspiracy theories about the Federal Reserve.1. It is not part of the federal government.
Wait—what? If it’s not part of the federal government, why is the word “federal” in its name? Conspiracy theorists will point out that you can’t find “Federal Reserve” under “Government” in the phone book—you have to look in the “Business” section instead. They argue that calling it the “Federal Reserve” is intended to deceive people into believing that it is part of our government and is therefore democratically elected, rather than what it really is—a sinister “cabal” of private bankers who wish to control world governments through controlling their money supply.
The truth is somewhere in the middle—although the government appoints a Federal Reserve Board of Directors who report to Congress at least once a year, the twelve banks that make up the US Federal Reserve are indeed private banks.2. It has never been audited.
As proof that the Federal Reserve is corrupt, critics point to the fact that it has never faced a formal audit, despite overlooking an aggressive IRS that heckles and harasses and bankrupts ordinary middle-class citizens with audits. This is offered as further proof that the Federal Reserve is hiding something shady.
Again, the truth is in the...
[*] Pukwudgies are magical creatures who live inside wooded areas and swamps. They are considered spirits of the forest.
[*] Pukwudgies can appear and disappear at will, confuse humans, create fire, launch poison arrows, use magic, and lure people to their deaths.
[*] Pukwudgies have the ability to shapeshift into dangerous animals, like cougars. They can also turn themselves into a combination of creatures and look half-human, half-porcupine if they choose.
[*] If you spot a Pukwudgie, you should leave it alone. Anyone who annoys one will be followed around by the creature and will either fall victim to its nasty tricks (like being stalked and having their memories forgotten) or they will meet a much deadlier ending.
[*] If you annoy a Pukwudgie, then they might kidnap your children, push you off a cliff, attack you with their short knives and spears, use sand to blind you, or persuade you to commit suicide.
[*] Pukwudgies resemble humans, except they are much smaller, have a canine-like nose, and have larger ears, lips, and fingers. They have been compared to trolls, goblins, and leprechauns.
[*] Pukwudgies are commonly found in areas with other forms of paranormal activity. They have been sighted near Fall River, which is close to the home of Lizzie Borden, the axe murderess. They have also been sighted in the haunted Moundsville State Penitentiary in Indiana and Round Rock in Texas where Bigfoot allegedly lives.
[*] The exact height of Pukwudgies is unknown....
On Tuesday, a Pennsylvania grand jury released a report on child sexual abuse in the Catholic Church that was nothing less than explosive. Although Americans have been reading similar horrific tales since at least 2002, when Spotlight reporters at the Boston Globe reported on priests there molesting kids and the Church systematically covering it up, the details in the new—nearly 900-page—document were particularly gut-wrenching. What's more, the report suggested that the already jaw-dropping estimate of the number of victims was probably a conservative one.
"We subpoenaed, and reviewed, half a million pages of internal diocesan documents. They contained credible allegations against over three hundred predator priests," the report reads. "Over one thousand child victims were identifiable, from the church's own records. We believe that the real number—of children whose records were lost, or who were afraid ever to come forward—is in the thousands."
To get a sense of what this very lengthy report means in the broader context of Catholic Church sex abuse, how rank-and-file adherents might be responding, and what can be done to punish offenders and prevent abuse in the future, I called up Michael Dolce. He's a lawyer who represents survivors of clergy abuse and helped get Florida to repeal its statute of limitations on child sex crimes in 2010.
VICE: Like most people, I'm familiar with what happened in Boston, but less so everywhere else. I was...
Donald Trump's presidency may be a swampy mess of scandals, but he's getting at least one thing done: Whether you like it or not, he's putting on a fucking military parade in Washington goddamn DC. Veterans, including the Navy SEAL who killed Osama Bin Laden, don't like the idea, and it has been widely mocked by pundits. "There is only one person who wants this parade," a senior military official told NBC in June, but because that one person is the president, it's happening.
And now it's $80 million over budget, according to a report from CNBC citing an unnamed Defense department official:
The parade, slated for Nov. 10, is estimated to cost $92 million, the official said. The figure includes $50 million from the Pentagon and $42 million from interagency partners such as the Department of Homeland Security. An initial estimate last month pegged the prospective cost for the parade at $12 million.
That seems like a lot for a parade—the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade reportedly costs between $11 and $13 million, and a military parade at the end of the Gulf War clocked in at $8 million—but when you factor in security, paying the troops who will be marching down the street, and the transportation of all the military vehicles, it apparently really adds up. (The Pentagon had previously turned down requests to use tanks for the parade, citing...
Welcome to One More Time, the column where writers revisit and review the movies they walked out of in theaters.
I didn’t go into Pixels thinking I’d hate it when it arrived in the summer of 2015. I went in thinking that it was very hot outside and movie theaters are cool inside, but Pixels ended up being so bad it wasn’t even worth the air conditioning it was shown in. It is the only movie I’ve walked out of mid-screening.
Three years earlier, Wreck-It Ralph had provided a template for the summer action-comedy co-starring famous pixelated characters. This, along with Peter Dinklage in a mullet playing a version of the cocky professional gamer Billy Mitchell, led to misplaced optimism that Pixels would be Sandler’s “best movie in years.”
Maybe Pixels was better than Jack and Jill or Grown Ups 2, though such a determination feels like choosing between vomit and diarrhea. Regardless, it wasn’t good by any measure. Pixels was a dud commercially (overshadowed by Minions and Ant-Man), and while it wasn’t surprising that old-school critics would dislike the new Adam Sandler comedy, the most savage reviews came from online voices like YouTube critic MovieBob who expressed it well: “Pixels in an unmitigated piece of godawful dog shit. It’s existence feels ultimately like poison or a general infection... Pixels is bad enough to make you hate the...
When my mom fled a civil war in Liberia for the US, she was unsure she’d ever see my father again. He was Senegalese and had no means of going with her. Later, she told me they had initially remained in contact, and that I spoke to him in French. As much as a two-year-old could, anyhow. I certainly don’t remember that, though I do know we lost contact with him until just recently.
Now, newly reconnected, almost every message I send my dad arrives with an emoji of some kind—usually ones I hope convey exuberance or a general happiness with things. He responds in kind, with a thumbs up or heart or—his favorite—the grinning cartoon chicken sticker. But because I’m not a fluent French speaker and his English is equally as rudimentary we often run into issues in the most basic of conversations.
Once, he asked me if I had a desk at work. I’d forgotten the French word for desk and plainly told him so. He teased that I needed to study his native language more and sent a gif of a little character at a desk along with a picture of his own work space. I understood immediately and, while feeling ridiculous for forgetting a simple word, I replied with a picture captioned, “Here’s my desk,” and added a tears of joy emoji for good measure. Usually, I send him my messages full of French grammar mistakes...
It’s become routine for Donald Trump and his Republican Party to smear all immigrants as criminals, all criminals as monsters, and the Democrats as allies of monsters. When Trump’s preferred candidate, Brian Kemp, won the Republican gubernatorial primary in Georgia last month, Trump denounced his Democratic rival Stacey Abrams as Kemp’s “crime loving opponent.”
Trump opened his presidential campaign calling Mexican immigrants rapists, has whipped up fear about the MS-13 gang, claims that Democrats “want anarchy, amnesty, and chaos,” and maybe most famously called undocumented immigrants “animals” earlier this year. He and his supporters insist the last remark was in reference only to MS-13, known for its gruesome attacks. But I know how the dehumanization of one group bleeds over into others fully understand the dangerousness of Trump’s language. I know this because of my brothers.
They are neither undocumented nor members of MS-13, but in a real sense, they are who Trump was referring to when he spoke of “animals” who had done awful things.
My brothers have done monstrous things—but they are not monsters.
The distinction matters. When it’s not clear, it seeds the ground for the demonization not only of those who do commit awful acts, but everyone in their orbit. It’s why most Trump voters are convinced MS-13 will likely affect them personally, even though they are probably in more...
The "In My Feelings" challenge—or the Kiki challenge, or whatever you want to call the thing where you dance to that dumb Drake song in hopes of viral fame—has been everywhere this summer: People started jumping out of moving cars, Will Smith climbed on top of a giant bridge, and the cops felt it was necessary to issue some stern and pretty alarming warnings about the dangers of the dance craze.
Still, after Trevor Noah named a clip of two guys in southern India dancing in the mud with some oxen the greatest "In My Feelings" challenge ever a few weeks back, a question remained: If that one was the best, which attempt is the worst? Now, finally, we have our answer. On Monday, a double murder suspect and one-time member of the FBI's Most Wanted list did what is likely the worst "In My Feelings" challenge of all time.
Antwan Mims, who was recently arrested in Georgia after allegedly slaying two men in Michigan last March, was being transported back to the state when he apparently spotted some news cameras and figured it'd be a good time to dance, WNDU reports.
As police led Mims from an airplane and across the tarmac, Mims mugged to the camera and busted out the well-known "In My Feelings" dance moves, making a heart with his hands and miming driving a car. No one really acknowledges what Mims is doing, they just usher him...
City council meetings are pretty mind-numbingly mundane events, but every once in a while, tempers flare, passions run hot, and a concerned citizen launches into a fervent speech about legalizing happy endings or whatever. Usually, residents are the ones who take things on a bizarre turn—but at a meeting in small-town Florida on Monday, that honor went to the mayor.
Somehow, what started as a normal budget hearing for the Hallandale Beach City Commission devolved into an argument about anal bleaching, the Miami Herald reports. It all started when Mayor Keith London dissed a citizen as a "simple mind," and Commissioner Anabelle Lima-Taub called him out for, basically, being a dick. She went after the mayor, saying that London didn't have a college education and had never "worked for a living"—and that's when things ran fully off the rails.
“Was it getting my sphincter bleached? Is that what I earned my income for? No, that would be you," London said. "Congratulations. Sphincter bleaching is a very up and coming business.”
As you can see at around the 3:20 mark in this painfully awkward video of the meeting, the room went silent:
London's weird attack seems to be a veiled reference to Lima-Taub's family business—her mom runs a spa that sells skin-bleaching cream, the Herald reports—but it still doesn't really make sense. The idea that you could somehow make money off of bleaching your own...
Elle Reeve has been following the white nationalist movement since the election. Her Charlottesville coverage, where she embedded with alt-right members, exposed a bewildering microcosm of racism and radicalization. This year, she traveled to Washington, DC, on the anniversary of the Charlottesville rally where the same group had organized another Unite the Right protest to espouse ideas of white supremacy. What she found was a fractured group of two dozen or so white nationalists facing hundreds of protestors.
On today's episode, Reeve describes the misogyny and racism she has seen firsthand while researching this community, and where the movement stands one year after Charlottesville.
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Donald Trump’s star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame has been spat on, covered in graffiti, spray-painted with swastikas, splotched with dog shit, and—after someone laid into it with a pickax last month—completely obliterated twice, only to be cleaned up and repaired each time. The battle over the plaque looked like it might go on that way forever, a strange war between self-righteously unhinged citizens and a totem of buttoned-down entertainment elites—not to mention the occasional Trump supporter. But last week, the West Hollywood City Council passed a resolution urging the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce (which administers the Walk of Fame) and the City of Los Angeles (which maintains it) to permanently remove Trump’s star. Among other reasons, the Council wants the relic gone because of Trump's "disturbing treatment of women." Which is to say that especially in light of the #TimesUp and #MeToo movements, it seems a bit odd to honor a guy facing at least a dozen accusations of sexual assault who’s bragged about grabbing women “by the pussy” on tape.
Still, the local Chamber of Commerce has refused to budge. President and CEO Leron Gubler insists the landmark is about “celebrating the positive contributions of the inductees." Once the Chamber adds a star to the Walk, it’s part of the landmark’s “historic fabric," he explained when attempting to justify his group's refusal to remove Bill Cosby’s star from the Walk back in...
Crazy Rich Asians opens with a kind of parable, a prologue set in 1986: The Young family, soaking wet from rain, is denied a room in the Calthorpe Hotel in London by the racist staff. The father’s response is to literally buy the place after a short phone call. Money can’t solve racism, but it can help solve the problems racism might throw up in your path—and the Youngs have more money than anyone could ever want. By the end, we learn the price of such wealth is that you end up being controlled by it.
The film, directed by Jon Chu and adapted from a quippy book by Kevin Kwan, toes a curious line between celebrating the excess of its Singaporean oligarchs and denouncing it as garish. We’re treated to sweeping wide shots of the resplendent Young estate, with its many pools and topiaries, invited to parties that are held on giant yachts in international waters or attached to the top floors of massive high-rises. It’s a kind of richness that is difficult to even imagine for the average person—the kind of imagery that can’t even be conjured by giving a child a Crayon and telling them to draw her biggest dream house.
The plot centers around Rachel Chu (Constance Wu), a New York native who is invited to Singapore for a summer to attend her boyfriend Nick Young’s (Henry Golding) best friend’s wedding and to meet his extended family. Upon arrival, she learns that...
Getting a diagnosis when you’re 13 doesn’t exactly make for good teenage years. I was forced to grow up fast. Being sick isn’t fun. It’s come with many life-threatening challenges and a lot of fear at different points. It’s changed my life in ways I could have never imagined, taken things away, and continually forced me to face the unknown. But it’s also given me a tremendous amount of empathy, patience, appreciation, and perspective. And seeing how the past 21 years have really made me the person I am and continue to grow to be, I wouldn’t change a minute of it.The Loss Of A Love.
What may have come across as devastatingly heartbreaking, was actually one of the best experiences of my life. To love someone that deeply and feel their love reciprocated could possibly be one of the most profound feelings we humans can have. To lose that person and watch them slip away forever, a person who I saw myself with forever, who I couldn’t imagine life without, is a loss that’s created a partial void in my life which will always remain empty. My heart is always open to new love, although I never go looking for it. I’ve never compared the love I lost to new loves because each person and each relationship is so unique and special in their own way. That loss taught me to appreciate each moment and never take days for granted.The Absence Of My Father...