Runner Up Emily Willis

Penthouse Pet of the Year Runner Up Emily Willis

Natural stunner Emily Willis has captured more than fans’ attention with her beguiling smile and beautiful body — she’s also snagged the title of Pet of the Year Runner-Up!

Since Emily was named Penthouse Pet in May 2019, the 21-year-old Utah native has been busy performing for the camera. But she also has ambitions to launch a website and direct and produce her own sexy scenes to let “fans see my creative side.”

Emily says she’s “happy and honored” to be named POTY Runner-Up and is looking forward to another “awesome year of doing new things!”

The Runner Up Emily Willis “Shameless Plug” and Most Blatant Sucking Up

So the magazine article ended there (well, before the Sucking Up headline) — except obviously magazines show themselves vastly inferior when it comes to displaying video content. Have you ever seen a video in a paper magazine? It looks a lot like a photograph — really a lot like a photograph.

At any rate, considering Emily’s recent smash performances at the recent round of industry Awards shows — where Dear Runner Up Emily Willis won Female Performer of the Year for both XBIZ and AVN, by the way — it felt like we should brag about this exceptional woman just a bit more if we could. And of course we could.

So we dashed over to the Post Production Team (a trip much more substantial these days than one might think) where we sought a philosophically difficult request to fulfill. How does one show a “PG” striptease, after all? Well, they came up with the following clip that we can show out here in the free area, but we did want to be clear before you get all excited and click on the Play button. While wonderfully alluring and captivatingly sensual, what you will basically see will be Emily dancing around and starting to strip. About the time you may find it getting interesting, we’ll fade to black. That limitation does not offend any of the editors here, however.

Obviously the executives from other divisions at Penthouse want you to sign up for a PenthouseGold Membership. (Hence the “Sucking Up” part of the subheading.) Being fair, however, we will also point out some free places you can experience this lengthily-titled-and-worthy-of-it-all Penthouse Pet of the Year Runner Up Emily Willis. You have Twitter. You have Instagram — if you can figure out the latest place, as poor Emily seems to get deleted every few months. And we even have more HERE. … So feel free to Emily Overload. We tend to enjoy that.

Kenn Lichtenwalter

It’s How You View It

Only utilizing available light, Kenn exclusively shoots in New York City, where his focus is on juxtaposing the female form with the architecture of the Big Apple, always emphasizing composition, angle and perspective in his images.

How did you get your start in photography?

I’ve had a fascination with photography since a young age and sporadically took photos through my college years. Shortly after earning a degree in business administration, I crazily chose to attend a photography school, and it was at that point I really became hooked on the magic of film and the creative process. I now shoot exclusively digital but really adhere to many of the principles I had learned while working with film.

How would you describe your photography aesthetic now?

My photographic endeavor now for a number of years has been to shoot urban erotica. I thrive on juxtaposing the female persona and form against an urban backdrop, placing an emphasis on composition, angle and perspective. Personally, I thrive on putting order to chaos. Particularly in New York City, where it’s always chaotic. To work with a model and bring some order to the space is very fulfilling.

What reactions do you get when you’re shooting in public?

When shooting in public, I’ve usually sought to be as discrete as possible, where the public either isn’t around or won’t notice. Lately though, I’ve begun to photograph nude models in very public spaces. Interestingly, I’ve found many New Yorkers could care less, as I suppose they’ve already pretty much seen it all, or they are otherwise easily distracted with phones or in a rush to get wherever they are going. It’s become an interesting social dynamic that I’m seeking to explore further.

Have you ever gotten in trouble for one of your public nude shoots?

I’ve had a few police encounters in which a mutual understanding was reached to move along. It is legal for women to be topless in public spaces in NYC, so that helps.

Have you got a favorite image of yours?

The image in this layout of the model photographed from a very low perspective with the skyscrapers above her. I just love the pose she came up with, it exudes so much energy. The angle is very provocative. The backdrop is equally dramatic. For me, this image has all of the pieces of the puzzle working together.

Consider this a Safe Kenn Lichtenwalter Sample (more or less)

As you might imagine, we cannot show much of Kenn’s art in this public space where sensitive eyes of any age might run across them. That would against our company policy. That said, we obviously encourage you to Join PenthouseGold if you find yourself of legal age and have an interest in the “fewer restrictions” — at it were. Should you wish to see Kenn Lichtenwalter’s work specifically, you might look up Kenn at his site for that. You could even follow him on Instagram, should you be a social media creature.

New Year Cam Girls

Taking a Fresh Start in 2021 with Sexy Cam Girls

We can all agree that 2020 was not our best year, mainly because of this fucking pandemic. And, surprise surprise! The pandemic is not over! So what does this mean as far as taking a fresh start in 2021? Well, the world is changing and there are things to look forward to even if it’s not happening just yet. Remember that good things come to those who wait … and good things come to those who seek out those good things … especially in live sex chat! So check out some New Year Cam flavors!

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Coronavirus Concerts

Dance Like No One’s Watching

I saw Magnum, a soft rock band from the 1980s. They had big hair and blasted out power ballads about unrequited love. I assumed everyone would stand politely, nodding and singing along, so I wore my best outfit. Slip-on red shoes, white socks, checked golf slacks, a white T-shirt and a cream linen suit jacket with the sleeves rolled up, so I would look like Crockett from Miami Vice.

I miscalculated, badly. Everyone wore black jeans, cowboy boots and leather jackets. The crowd shoved and spat on each other like punk rockers. Ruined my best thrift-shop duds. But it was all good fun! Years later, I cavorted in the filth each Australian summer at bush doofs like Earthcore and Rainbow Serpent, off my face on Ecstasy and lost in the K-hole. Everyone hugged and snogged and got stinky. Remember? Remember how amazing live music was?

I hope you do, because that shit is deader than Elvis. Or is it? The music industry was one of the first to be affected by the worldwide ban on mass gatherings and is likely to be one of the last restored. State and federal governments in Australia have had a chip on their shoulders concerning music festivals for some time now, with increasingly draconian crackdowns on volume, druggy behavior and, in the case of New South Wales’s boys in blue, a fucked-up tendency to strip-search minors.

All of which means they won’t exactly be champing at the bit to green-light musicians hitting the festival and concerts circuit. Which is unfortunate for musicians, who, with internet piracy the norm, have come to rely heavily on touring as a primary source of income.

Still, some canny operators are working out how to play concerts without breaking any coronavirus restriction rules. On May 14, Keith Urban played to 200 people inside 125 vehicles at the Stardust Drive-In Theatre in Watertown, Tenn.

“I’m grateful that we have the technology to do ‘at home’ concerts but come on,” Urban said. “Without the audience it’s just one long soundcheck.”

Keith blasted his hits quietly from the safety of a flatbed truck, with the music piped through FM radios inside the cars.

“The only real challenge for me was [the absence of] the energy from a mosh pit. But the car horns, the flashing headlights, that was crazy cool.”

Drive-in concerts are planned across Europe and America for the rest of this year, but with numbers and pricing options limited, it’s hardly going to make bank for the artists.

Australia might provide the solution. With a virus-free post-corona environment entirely possible Down Under, might international artists be tempted to relocate to Oz and New Zealand for a year? While the northern hemisphere suffers under an unstable pandemic, race riots, protests and a divisive U.S. election this winter, Australians will be enjoying a summer season where we can mingle our fluids freely and with wild abandon. Combine that with the fact that Aussies won’t be able to travel overseas on holiday and the appetite for live music will be staggering.

Those artists who do manage to tour will sell out gigs in record time. Festivals — if they go ahead — will be packed to the gills with revelers seeking the hedonistic joy of live performance. As fate would have it, Australia is being presented with the opportunity to become the world’s leading (and only) stage for live music. So come on, Beyoncé, Timberlake, Kanye, Post Malone, Billie Eilish, Rihanna, Gaga, Drake, Daft Punk and everyone else — post-corona Australia is waiting.

As you may have guessed, this article came in as a friendly contribution from Australia, thus explaining the slightly different view of concerts and the perhaps baffling vernacular. Also, we would of course be remiss if we did not warn everyone that concerts and dancing can get out of hand. We hate to be remiss, seeing as how many of us have never been miss in the first place.

Justice for Vanessa Guillén?

A Movement is Born

On April 22, 2020, midday on the sprawling Texas base of Fort Hood, a 20-year-old U.S. Army soldier named Vanessa Guillén went missing. While junior soldiers going AWOL is hardly unheard of at Fort Hood, or any other military base, that tends to happen before or after long weekends, not during Wednesday lunches. Further confusing the situation, Guillén’s military ID card, credit card and keys were found inside the 3rd Cavalry Regiment (3CR) armory, where she worked as a small arms mechanic and spent much of her workdays. Whatever this was, it wasn’t normal. Continue reading “Justice for Vanessa Guillén?”

John McAfee

On The Run with John McAfee

When our Skype call connects, I see John McAfee sitting in a soundproofed room. He’s been a fugitive, on the run from the American government, for nearly a year. But he hasn’t let that diminish his spirit. McAfee, 74, is in great shape for his age, and his energy levels are those of a much younger man.

During our interview, I learn other people are in the room, sitting off-camera. They’re his wife, Janice McAfee, and Amy Emshwiller — one of his girlfriends, a former sex worker from Belize, who has admitted to attempting to kill McAfee, more than once. They must have patched things up, because following the tech millionaire around the world as he eludes the long arm of the U.S. government is no small commitment.

Since leaving American soil in 2019, McAfee’s been forced to flee the Bahamas, Cuba and the Dominican Republic — where he says the jails are not nearly as good as Mexican jails, which he tells me he loves — all before his boat was confiscated and authorities shipped him away to sunny England. After which, he tells me, he went underground, hiding his location from even his closest friends and family.

Our conversation starts here.

Are you still on the run from the U.S. government?

Yeah, I’m still on the run.

So what’s the story there?

I haven’t paid taxes for 11 years. I refuse. In America, our constitution explicitly forbids it. We had no federal income taxes in America until 1913, when they imposed a 33 percent income tax to help fund World War I, as an emergency measure to be repealed after the war.

I’ve already paid over $50 million in taxes. I have not, I promise you, received $50 million in services.

Two years ago, though, I started talking on international stages. London, Bucharest, Hong Kong, Malta — all over — telling people, “If you don’t want to pay taxes, here’s how you do it. You’d use privacy cryptocurrency and distributed exchanges, decentralized exchanges.” And nobody, no one, not in any government will ever know anything about your finances, providing you buy everything with crypto and you get paid in crypto.

That’s when the U.S. government decided I’d gone too far. They charged both my wife and I, in January of last year, 2019, with tax fraud.

We’ve been underground since July 17th of last year. That’s almost a year now. We’ve been gone a mighty long time.

Happy underground anniversary. Being on the run has put an end to your presidential ambitions, but given what you learned on the campaign trail, what advice would you give to the Donald Trump and Joe Biden campaigns for this year’s election?

Presidents are pretty much powerless to do what they want. Look at what happens even when [Barack] Obama, through a lot of hard work, four years of his time, tried to create Obamacare. We all knew it would be dismantled, and it was.

Nothing can change in America without the deep state changing it. But no one’s running the deep state. It’s a disparate bunch of government departments with people who’ve been there for 50 fucking years. Here’s the problem in America. Trump’s probably going, “Fuck it. Why did I waste my time?”

And besides, I would also advise, if you really want to do something for the good of America, simply let Biden win, because I actually think an America where the president wakes up every day and goes, “Who am I, sweetheart?”

“Oh, you’re Joe Biden. You’re the president.”

“The president? Of what, sweetheart?”

“Of America.”

“Oh, really?”

I think that would be far better. How much damage can that motherfucker do? I’m serious.

You’re renowned on social media for having some of the most interesting hot takes regarding conspiracies and current affairs. Let’s run through a few major news stories, and you tell me what you think. First, Jeffrey Epstein…

There’s obviously a fucking conspiracy there. If you define conspiracy as more than a few people wanting him dead and managing to make it happen.

Good God almighty, everybody knows that he was strangled by his cellmate, Nicholas Tartaglione.

And so, we know it goes as high as the warden. Beyond that, I mean even me, John McAfee, cannot go higher than that. And I wish I could.

What about 5G technology? There’s a lot of conspiracy talk around that.

I’m not a doctor, but it is microwave radiation, you have to admit. Put something in the microwave oven and turn it on and see what happens to it. That’s 5G, people. Now, admittedly, it’s a much, much, much lower power. However, it’s for the rest of your fucking life. Not just for two minutes at a super high power, it’s maybe 50 fucking years at a very low power. Nobody knows what that’s going to do. I don’t know what it’s going to do.

I do know this: It’s going to locate your sorry ass within 10 inches or locate your phone within 10 inches. You’re not going to escape anybody with 5G.

What about pedophile rings operating out of Washington, D.C., pizza stores? Sounds crazy, but does it hold any water?

Hang on. You’re talking to a man who’s already in hiding from the IRS and their long fucking arm. You want me to piss off some super powerful people? I have no intention of doing so. Next question, my friend.

What about vaccines and Bill Gates? Because Gates gets a lot of hate these days, but he seems like an all right guy.

I’ve only met Bill one time, and that was 1985. And in all of my existence of 74 fucking years, I’ve never met a more boring individual. To the point that if you said, “Mr. McAfee, you have the choice of having dinner with Bill Gates or driving this 10-penny nail through your foot.” I’d say, “Give me the goddamn nail and hammer.”

Now Bill Gates, it’s pretty well known and it’s probably a true fact that he founded and ran one of the largest computer and software companies on the face of the planet. From my own experiences running businesses, the only way you can survive is through deception and disinformation as far as what your plans are for the future.

No conversation with John McAfee would be complete without talking a bit about computer viruses. How do you think the culture around viruses has changed over the years?

We don’t really have viruses. Number one, you can’t make any money. I mean, there are programs that lock down your computer and demand money. Ransomware, that’s a virus. But beyond that, there’s no money in it.

No, the entire world of hacking has changed from writing damaging code to designing damaging social engineering paradigms.

What do you mean by “social engineering paradigms?”

Let me give an example. One of my best friends, well-known, I don’t know if I can say his name, but he hires himself and his team out to corporations and government agencies to stress-test their systems.

Some years ago, he was hired by America’s largest electricity provider on the eastern seaboard.

In any case, obviously it’s in America’s political interest that people don’t fuck with electricity providers. So they were hired to try to break into their master control.

First thing he did, he drove around, hired a helicopter, took a look at the terrain. Drove around access roads, dirt roads, whatever, and then he picked a hill about a quarter of a mile from the main gate of the compound, got himself some people, telescopes and cameras, and things necessary for actually taking a photo of the entry gates with absolute clarity from a quarter of a mile.

After a month, he noticed something. He knows that every Thursday, about 50 trucks come through. Old, some of them beat up with lawnmowers and trimming gear, electric sheers and all sorts of shit in the truck beds. And he noticed one thing: Only the first truck would send their paperwork to the guards. And the paperwork, it actually had the number of trucks on it, and so on and so forth. But there were sometimes 50. The guard, after taking the paperwork, ignored the trucks.

My friend went out and bought a beat-up truck, got a bunch of used lawnmowers and uniforms that matched, because they all had these same shabby uniforms.

About a mile away, the convoy had to come around the curve, and there was an adjacent road that intersected with the main road. So he parked there, waited until about 15 trucks came by and bullied his way in. He gets through the gate, parks where everybody else is parked, and all the people are looking at him, but half of them are illegal Mexicans and, listen, nobody wants to get involved. OK. They went about their business.

They take off their coats, and underneath they’ve got three-piece suits, ties, the whole thing. In his hand is a letter that has on it, “Audit Authorization Letter on General Miller.”

So why did he choose the audit? Because the audit authorization letter is one of the tried and true social engineering tools. Why? You present it, the last thing in their mind is, “Are you real?” The first thing in their mind is, “Good God, did I install the latest version I was supposed to install?” Everybody’s panicked, fucking panicked.

So now at the bottom, they had the general’s signature and two phone numbers to call, just in case. He had operators standing by on these numbers, very professional. And had they called, they would have said, “Yes, General Miller demands that you give full cooperation.” But they never even bothered to call. The security saw the letter, and from then on, my friend and his team were gods.

So, they went to the manager’s office and announced themselves, “I have an authorization letter.” And then said, “And please, we want no one watching what we’re doing, and we want access to everything.” And they did have access, except to the main computer.

Now, the social engineers are also the best lock pickers on the planet. They all have lock-picking gear. My friend is down on his knees, picking the lock to the main computer room, and the security guard comes around. My friend jumps up and says, “You. Here, come here.” They were wearing suits; they’re clearly management, right? “We got a call about this lock. Have you had problems with this thing?” He goes, “No, I don’t know anything about it.” He says, “It keeps getting stuck is what we hear. Open this for us.” And he goes, “No, it works fine, sir.” My friend replies, “OK, you can leave.”

They go inside, they bug-test, they take photographs to prove they got in, because no one’s going to believe this, right? Because no one can get into the most secure fucking facility on the East Coast. Nobody. Social engineers can. This is how social engineers work. Now, imagine how much more fun that is, than spending tedious hours writing some fucking computer code.

Hollywood is making a movie about the Wired article that covered your infamous Belize period. I know you say a lot of the story isn’t true but —

No, no, no. I didn’t say anything about that. Nothing about the Wired story. There’s a difference between the Gringo movie that was put out by my archenemy and the Wired piece that was done by Joshua Davis. I didn’t think there was anything untrue about that at all. But let me tell you what happened.

OK, so Wired magazine called me and asked if I’d be willing to have one of their reporters come down and actually live with me for a couple of weeks to write up a big story. I said, “Well, this ought to be fun. Yes. Sure.” And I gave Josh Davis an entire week. I mean, wow, did they send the wrong dude. I mean, he was so out of his fucking comfort zone.

On the second day, for example, I said, “OK, well, I’ve got to put up with this motherfucking guy.” And the big thing about this story, which everybody talks about, is the gun incident, the Russian roulette.

First of all, sleight of hand and magic for kids and things, I enjoy doing that. I’ve been doing it for 55 years. Here’s what I did: I took a bullet and fired it so that the firing cap had detonated already. I then take the bullet itself, put it in the shell so it was just like a real bullet, with the exception if you’re looking closely, you can see the indentation in the cap.

We were sitting at the dining room table in my San Pedro beach house. We were just talking and shit, and while we’re talking, I pull my gun out. He’d never even seen a handgun before. I open it, and I’m still talking, and I’m saying, “Yes. The difficult thing in the jungle,” and I’m emptying the shells on the table. And he’s looking. “The difficult thing was trying to get all of the people together to actually do the work, and they’re so lazy out there.” And I take one of the bullets, I put it back in the gun, it’s the one that’s already been fired, there’s no powder in it. It cannot fire. I spin it and close it, and while I’m still talking, I go, “And the other thing, in Orange Walk, the mayor…” Click.

So, now he jumps up, knocking his chair over, and he’s going crazy. And I go, “What’s the matter?” And so I spun it again, and I went click. Now he’s panicked. He involuntarily jumps back against the wall, he says, “What are you doing?” I go, “Nothing.”

“You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do this,” he says.

So finally, I just spun it, and I went: click, click, click. By now, he’s totally freaking out. He’s looking around. “Is there help? Somebody help, I don’t know what’s going to happen. He’s going to shoot me.” So then I said, “Calm down, calm down, calm down. Let me show you something.” And in the meantime, since he’s panicked, he’s paying no goddamn attention. I’ve taken out the dud and put in a live shell while he’s not watching, one of my sleight of hand things. So, “It’s OK. It’s OK. It’s OK. Josh, it’s OK. Come with me outside. It’s OK. I’ll stop.

I’ll stop.”

I then take the gun, point it at the sand, I go, boom. Sand flies everywhere. “See how lucky that was?”

Now, he was too stupid to figure out, “Goddamn, that was a clever trick.” Because most people they go, “How did you do that?” But not him. No. So he makes this the central point of the whole fucking story about how crazy John is.

I fucked with him the entire time he was with me to the point that when he left, he was just a pool of jelly. He did not know what was up, down, left or fucking right. Why? He’s the media, my son. Had he been remotely honest with me or himself, we might’ve had some fun, but no. OK. So let me show you what happens when you waste my fucking time.

That’s all we got from John McAfee himself, but should you wish more, we helpfully direct you to the Wired Magazine article. Other fascinating interviews appear within these pages, also helpfully. All in all, we’re really very helpful.

Google on Your Shoulder

Big Brother Is in Your House and in Your Voting Booth

If you’ve been feeling a bit nervous lately about Google-and-the-Gang — well, it’s about time. Google, and, to a lesser extent, other tech companies in the U.S. and China, pose the most serious threats to democracy, free speech and human autonomy that humanity has ever faced.

Recent surveys by the prestigious Pew Research Center in the U.S. confirm Americans are becoming increasingly concerned about how their private data is being used by Google-and-the-Gang and even about the ability of these companies to influence our elections.

If only people knew what I knew. They wouldn’t just be concerned. They would have nightmares.

Since 2013, I have been conducting two kinds of research that have revealed a sinister side to Big Tech. First, I have been conducting randomized, controlled experiments — experiments adhering to the very highest standards of scientific integrity — that have revealed and quantified the power tech monopolies have to alter people’s thinking and behavior without their knowledge. Along the way, I have discovered about a dozen new means of influence that the internet has made possible and that are controlled exclusively by a handful of U.S. tech companies and, within the boundaries of its Great Firewall, the Chinese government.

Second, I set up the world’s first passive monitoring systems: Nielsen-type systems that allowed me to look over the shoulders of real people — with their permission — as they were using the internet in the weeks leading up to the 2016 and 2018 elections in the U.S. These systems allowed me to see whether Google and other companies were actually using the new forms of manipulation I had discovered.

Both types of research have uncovered a world of bad news. Among other things:

The search engine is the most powerful mind-control machine ever invented, and because more than 90 percent of searches are conducted on just one search engine in almost every country in the world, Google is, on a daily basis, influencing the thinking, behavior, attitudes, beliefs, purchases and votes of more than 2.5 billion people worldwide — with no one able to counteract what the company is doing.

As of 2015, Google’s search engine was determining the outcomes of upward of 25 percent of the national elections in the world, and, with internet penetration increasing rapidly, that number has almost certainly gone up since. This is because many national elections are won by razor-thin margins (Julia Gillard and her party won the 2010 election in Australia by a mere 0.24 percent of the vote), and because search results that favor one candidate can easily shift the voting preferences of undecided voters — by up to 80 percent in some demographic groups.

By manipulating search terms — those phrases Google flashes at you while you’re typing a query into its search bar — Google has the power to turn a 50/50 split among undecided voters into an astonishing 90/10 split with no one having the slightest idea he or she is being manipulated.

In both 2016 and 2018, we found substantial political bias on the Google search engine — but not on Bing or Yahoo — bias sufficient to have shifted between 2.6 and 10.4 million votes in the presidential race of 2016 and upward of 78.2 million votes to candidates of one party in 2018.

In July 2019, I testified before the U.S. Congress about such issues, and I also explained how Congress could act to constrain Big Tech. The day before my testimony, I published an article in Bloomberg Businessweek explaining how U.S. or European authorities could quickly and permanently end Google’s worldwide monopoly on search and how doing so would make search competitive and innovative again — like it was before Google destroyed all its competitors.

More than a year has passed since then. Has anything changed?

Since 2017, the European Union has fined Google more than 10 billion euros for violating European antitrust laws, and last year the U.S. government fined Facebook $5 billion for failing to protect user privacy. On May 25, 2018, the EU’s landmark General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR) went into effect, supposedly to protect EU citizens from possible abuses of personal data by tech companies.

Has anything changed?

There have been changes, but they’re all in the wrong direction. Both the revenues and the user bases of Google and Facebook have increased dramatically. When I first began calling for Google’s regulation in 2012, its annual revenue was $50 billion. Since then, the company’s revenue has grown at an increasing rate each year, with no slowdown in sight. In 2018, it raked in $136.4 billion, and in 2019, an incredible $160.7 billion.

Its power and reach have also grown. Last year, Google dramatically increased its ability to monitor the health data of millions of people by purchasing Fitbit, and the coronavirus pandemic of 2020 has further increased its access to health information because of its new partnerships with government health agencies worldwide.

As for that pioneering GDPR, its main effect has been to increase the power of both Facebook and Google in Europe by discouraging startups from entering the tech marketplace. Startups can’t afford to comply with all the GDPR paperwork — only the giants can. Has the GDPR at least protected user data in Europe? Not at all. Google and Facebook are collecting more data than ever; they’re just being more careful about revealing what data they have and how they use it.

Doesn’t Google at least delete the data of EU citizens when they ask it to? Absolutely not. That would be like King Midas flushing gold down the toilet. Google invented the surveillance business model, which has now been adopted in varying degrees by thousands of companies. Under this model, Google entices you into using a wide range of “free” services — Gmail, Google.com, Google Docs, Google Wallet and so on — which, from a business perspective, are just surveillance tools. You and your kids provide the company with an endless stream of personal data, which Google then monetizes. That’s where more than 90 percent of the company’s revenue comes from. Unlike Apple and Microsoft, Google and Facebook sell almost no actual products; for the surveillance-model companies, you and your children are the product.

Google is Very Much at Home

One of the ways Google crushes competition is by buying it. On average, it buys a new company every week. In 2014, for $3.2 billion in cash, Google acquired Nest Laboratories, which manufactured smart thermostats — that is, thermostats that have internet access through your Wi-Fi network. But why buy a thermostat company?

Google bought Nest to better penetrate the boundaries of your home. The first thing they did — quietly — was to add a microphone to the thermostats, and the newest models include cameras. The recent influx of modern smart speakers — Amazon’s Alexa and Google’s Home being the most popular at the moment — is driven by a set of extremely disturbing goals: listening, recording, analyzing, monetizing and influencing. The Stasi in Germany could only just listen — before they arrested you, anyway. But Home and Alexa — not to mention Apple’s Siri, which gets all of its answers from Google, and the Google Assistant on Android phones — are fully interactive, just like the “telescreens” in George Orwell’s 1949 dystopian novel, Nineteen Eighty-Four.

Such devices not only listen and record continuously, they also give you the answers these companies want you to hear.

Lest you think my imagination has run wild, please consider: In 2016, Google was granted a U.S. patent — one of several of this sort — entitled “Privacy-Aware Personalized Content for the Smart Home,” which secures the methodology for intelligently interpreting what its microphones and cameras are observing in your home. If your son has left his T-shirt on the floor, and the camera can see an image of Will Smith on it, Google might let your family know when the next Will Smith film is coming out. If Google’s microphone hears your kids whispering in a way that detects “mischief,” it might alert you or recommend a good family counselor.

How far can they take this? Can they draw conclusions about how good a parent you are, about whether you’ve been cheating on your boyfriend or spouse, about your favorite sex positions and toys? Can they rank your social and economic standing? Of course they can.

Another patent, entitled “Smart-Automation System That Suggests or Automatically Implements Selected Household Policies Based on Sensed Observations,” turns the surveillance data into a means for controlling systems in your house: for sounding alarms, locking and unlocking doors, deducing when you’ve gone on vacation, turning the lights off on your kids when they use “foul language,” and for warning that cheeky babysitter of yours to send her boyfriend home now.

Do you trust this Silicon Valley company to be this close to your kids? You shouldn’t, because those same policies you set for your children can also be set, according to that second patent, “based upon certain inputs from remote vendors/facilitators/regulators/etc.” Google has a long history of sharing our personal data with a wide variety of such entities. They even reserve that right under their creepy Terms of Service, to which we all agree as long as we are using a Google application — even if we don’t know we’re using a Google application.

Google wants us to believe the massive amount of personal data they’re collecting about us and our children will never, ever be misused. But we’ve seen how easily massive amounts of data can end up in the wrong hands — in the hands of election riggers at Cambridge Analytica, for example. It’s not just retailers and banks that get hacked; every major tech company has also been hacked. Through hacking or sharing, even those silly, crazy things you said in the privacy of your home but didn’t really mean might end up in the hands of the FBI or the TSA. Wait! Did I just say “privacy?” What was I thinking?

The home that Google envisions — no, the home that Google has already created when we weren’t paying attention — is an Orwellian wet dream, in which the walls have ears and the thermostat is definitely listening. And those are just the big moves Google has made. Densely packed between each of those moves is the acquiring of multitudes of businesses, intellectual property and technologies — all for the purpose of extracting and interpreting more and more of your personal data.

And those are the moves we know about. For a company this steeped in secrecy and surveillance, with close ties to the NSA and CIA, I’m sure the list we don’t know about is much longer.

People occasionally tell me I exaggerate such matters. But my research over the past seven years has put me in an oddly ironic position when it comes to exaggeration: No matter what I tell you about the threat that Google-and-the-Gang pose to our families and societies, I am, it turns out, grossly understating the seriousness of the problem.

Bear that in mind as we now move from the comfort of your own home (still feeling comfortable there?) to the sanctity of the voting booth.

Google in the Voting Booth

In June 2016, a few months before the U.S. electorate — or least our archaic Electoral College — selected Donald J. Trump to be our president, a small news outlet called Sourcefed released a dramatic seven-minute video that claimed Google was deliberately suppressing negative search suggestions for candidate Hillary Clinton (such as “Hillary Clinton crimes,” which Google Trends showed people were searching for in large numbers) while suggesting only positive terms (such as “Hillary Clinton crime reform,” which Google Trends showed virtually no one was searching for). Google was not suppressing negative search terms for people like Donald Trump (“Donald Trump racist”) and Bernie Sanders (“Bernie Sanders socialist”).

Unfortunately, Sourcefed posted their video on Google-owned YouTube — what were they thinking? As views of the video rapidly approached the million mark, Google blocked access to it.

Impossible, you say. Isn’t Google’s company motto: “Don’t be evil?” Sorry, but Google officially dropped that motto in 2015. As I said, you haven’t been paying attention.

Fortunately, the three-minute version Sourcefed posted on Facebook — which, alas, cut out all the references to my research — survived Google’s censorship and soon passed 25 million views.

That video inspired me to begin conducting experiments on search suggestions, which led to my discovery of the Search Suggestion Effect or SSE. Those experiments have revealed a number of disturbing things about search suggestions, among them:

(a) One of the simplest and most effective ways to use a search engine to shift opinions or votes is to suppress negative search terms for the candidate or cause or company you support, while allowing negative search suggestions to appear for the other candidate or cause or company.

(b) This shift occurs because of a well-known behavioral effect called “negativity bias” — also known as the “cockroach in the salad” effect. Negatives draw lots of attention and thought. That little cockroach in the middle of that big salad ruins the whole salad, does it not? When it comes to search suggestions, we learned that a negative search term can draw between 10 and 15 times as many clicks as a neutral or positive term. So a suggestion like “Donald Trump racist” will draw a lot more traffic than a suggestion like “Hillary Clinton crime bill,” at least for undecided voters, and those are exactly the voters Google wants to influence to tilt an election. That’s why suppressing negatives for your favorite candidate can shift so many votes.

(c) When we manipulate people by using biased search suggestions, people have no idea they’re being influenced. Manipulations that people can’t see are extremely dangerous, because when people can’t see a source of influence, they mistakenly conclude they have made up their own minds.

(d) Like bias in search results, answer boxes and newsfeeds, search suggestion manipulations are what Google insiders call “ephemeral experiences” — that is, fleeting experiences that impact users and then disappear, leaving no trace. In other words, authorities can never prove that SSE has been used on a large scale. There is no way to go back in time to see what search suggestions, search results or newsfeeds people were being shown. And Google employees know that. That’s why I developed monitoring systems — to preserve those ephemeral experiences. In 2016, I preserved 13,207 election-related searches on Google, Bing and Yahoo, along with the 98,044 web pages to which the search results linked. In 2018, I captured more than 47,000 searches and nearly 400,000 web pages. Once you capture such content, you can look for bias or censorship, and you can quantify it.

Over the years, I have been discovering, studying and quantifying a number of new forms of influence like SSE, every one of which is controlled exclusively by Big Tech companies. Unlike billboards, television commercials and ads posted on Facebook by election campaigns or Russian agents, these new forms of influence are both invisible and noncompetitive. If Facebook or Google wants to flip an election, there’s nothing you can do about, and, at least in the U.S., there are no laws or regulations forbidding it.

In the 2020 presidential election, I’ve calculated Google-and-the-Gang can shift 15 million votes — more than enough to select the next president. And over the past year, whistleblowers from both Google and Facebook, along with leaked videos and documents from Google, have made it clear these companies will not allow Trump to be reelected.

I’m not a Trump supporter. I’m not even a conservative. But I believe strongly in democracy, and the more I’ve learned about Big Tech companies, the more outraged I’ve become by the power they wield and by the abject failure of our leaders to constrain that power.

In my opinion, 2020 is the watershed year on this issue. It is either the year we turn over democracy, free speech and human autonomy to Google-and-the-Gang — or the year we fight them.

How to Fight Google

Outside China, which takes great pride in using emerging technologies to surveil and control its population — sometimes with Google’s help — Google and, to a lesser extent, other Silicon Valley tech companies pose the greatest threat to humanity it has ever faced. Over the past year or two, and with increasing frequency, I have been approached repeatedly by members of the U.S. Congress, by the attorneys general of several U.S. states and by White House staff, all of whom are concerned about the obscene power of Big Tech.

Some of these officials are conducting investigations, and some members of Congress have held hearings.

But no laws or regulations will ever keep up with rapidly changing and emerging technologies. By the time a piece of legislation is passed, the tech companies have outgrown it by decades.

So what, if anything, can we do?

On a small scale, we can all take steps to safeguard our privacy and the privacy of our family members. For details, please see my article at MyPrivacyTips.com, which begins, “I haven’t received a targeted ad on my computer or mobile phone since 2014.”

At the societal level, I know of only one way, both in the short term and in the murky future to come, that we can protect ourselves from domination by Big Tech, and that is to build a permanent worldwide network of passive monitoring systems — large-scale versions of the systems I set up in 2016 and 2018.

These systems will monitor the content tech companies are showing people on their screens and telling people on their personal assistants. Monitoring systems are tech, so they can keep up with whatever the tech companies are throwing at us: surveillance and control mechanisms built into the rapidly growing internet of things, wearables and self-driving vehicles, for example. Looking ahead, monitoring systems will even be able to detect and expose manipulations implemented through the biological implants that will make our children and grandchildren especially vulnerable.

Alas, since I’m guessing you’ll be reading this essay not long before the November presidential election in the U.S., I need to end on a dark note. In 2016 and 2018, my associates and I had relatively little trouble raising funds to build online election monitoring systems. It’s common sense, after all. Monitoring systems must exist to preserve those ephemeral experiences Google employees are so proud of.

But this year — the watershed year, as I said — we were unable to find funding, at least in part because the coronavirus has frozen many funding sources. This means that in this critically important election, we will have no idea how Big Tech was interfering, even though I have no doubt that they are interfering at this very moment on a massive scale.

It also means the Democrats are likely to sweep Washington, D.C. That doesn’t bother me, except that early next year both Congress and the White House will almost certainly shut down every single investigation of Big Tech shenanigans that has been initiated in recent years.

From that moment forward, the big threats these companies pose to humanity — the ubiquitous surveillance, the politically biased censorship, and the invisible manipulation — will become permanently embedded in countries around the world.

Robert Epstein (@DrREpstein), a former editor-in-chief of Psychology Today, is senior research psychologist at the American Institute for Behavioral Research and Technology. He has published 15 books and more than 300 articles on AI and other topics. You can support and learn more about his research on online influence.

Dr. Fauci

Anthony Fauci: Human of the Moment

Growing up in Brooklyn, little Anthony Fauci, descendant of those brave Italian pioneers, was inspired by the work of his father, a pharmacist. Seeing hard-working old dad whip up remedies to cure what ailed the sickly of New York, Anthony bethought himself, “What if, when I grow up, I could cure what ailed the whole country?” It was then that the youngster decided to become an immunologist — or at least to find out what an immunologist was.

As a young man, Fauci took a position as a clinical associate in the Laboratory of Clinical Investigation at the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases. That was in 1968, and at time of writing in 2020, allergies and infectious diseases still, according to most reputable reports, exist. Because of this, many consider Fauci has failed in his mission to wipe disease from the face of the Earth. However, numerous other good judges believe he’s done OK, given that, all in all, eradicating all known disease is a pretty big ask.

In particular, it is said that Fauci has been one of the leading lights in developing understanding of regulation of the human immune response. In other words, he’s revealed much about the ways in which the human body fights disease on its own, which just proves what a great American he is. For what better sums up the American spirit than the idea of a sick body pulling itself up by its bootstraps and fighting off its illness — just as the Minutemen fought off the hated British? Dr. Fauci understood instinctively that white blood cells are the entrepreneurs of the body, and he has worked for a lifetime to help them be all they can be, cutting the red tape that holds back so many promising immune responses.

For what better sums up the American spirit than the idea of a sick body pulling itself up by its bootstraps and fighting off its illness — just as the Minutemen fought off the hated British?

Some of Fauci’s most notable work was done during the AIDS epidemic of the 1980s, when despite working for President Ronald Reagan, he maintained consistently that AIDS was a thing. He came in for criticism from those who disagreed with the government’s approach to the crisis, being dubbed an “incompetent idiot” by activist Larry Kramer. Yet years later, Kramer would come to say Fauci was “the only true and great hero” of government officials during the epidemic. This proves a very pertinent fact: Larry Kramer was an extremely indecisive man. Also, Fauci was pretty good at doctoring.

In more recent times, Dr. Fauci has, of course, become well-known for his role on the White House Coronavirus Task Force, the body established by President Donald Trump to determine whether keeping people alive is the best response to COVID-19, or whether a less life-centric approach is maximal. Fauci has worked tirelessly to fight the scourge of the coronavirus, despite the fact that he is turning 80 this year and should really be in bed.

In his current job, Fauci has been subjected to harsh criticism from many quarters, including not only conspiracy nuts with Twitter accounts, but conspiracy nuts with Twitter accounts and jobs at the White House. Yet he has never wavered in his determination to prove to the world that coronavirus is not only real, but not a great thing to get. As a man who has gone to college, read a hell of a lot of books, and looked through microscopes at nasty little things that live in our bodies, it might be wise to take his word for it.

But even if you disagree with Fauci’s controversial “curing disease” model of modern medicine, one can’t help but admire the persistence and drive that brought fame and fortune to a humble kid from Brooklyn who saw his father dish out pills and thought, “The sky’s the limit.

You can always find some insanely dry reading at the official NIAID site. You can get some truly depressing news about the world and America’s place in it as a statistical matter by viewing WorldOMeter, which has a lot of interesting things when we are not in the middle of a pandemic too. … Honestly, though, just appreciating the Pets here will be a lot less stressful.

Happy Penthouse 2021

Happy Penthouse 2021!
Keep the Penthouse Faith (and Revel in the Faithful)!

Many around here feel like if we can just make it past noon on January 20th, we will be fine. All the jumbled, narcissistic, sociopathy will at least be gone from the top at that point at least. Now while this may or may not be true — the all better now part — a discussion of such potential most definitely falls into the overly political for this Happy Penthouse 2021 celebration. Instead, we decided to feature a Pet of the Month from November of 2017 in a pithy salutation. That’s way better than a vanity comb-over and blur discussion, right?

We have — as one might expect — an uncensored version running over in the members’ area called PenthouseGold. That said, depending upon how good your lip-reading skills may be, you might not even need to shell out the twenty bucks to figure out what Lena’s Happy Penthouse 2021 greetings (and honest admissions) might be here. True, we could have blurred her mouth in addition to adding the classic BEEEEEP in the audio, but what would be the fun in that?

Besides, around here we consider it a crime against nature to mar or otherwise obscure any part of Lena Anderson’s face. It’s just not done.

By the way, we encourage you to heck out Lena on Instagram or on Twitter, should you feel an instant need. Of course you may also check out Lena on theses pages as well.

Penthouse 2020 Pet of the Year

Light My Fire

Read About the 2020 Pet of the Year

Congratulations, Lacy! How does it feel to be named Penthouse Pet of the Year?

Thank you. The happiness that overcame me was a once-in-a-lifetime feeling. Being chosen as Pet of the Year has given me a new sense of responsibility for empowering others around me. I could keep it all to myself, but that would be narcissistic. It’s made me feel like my duty is to share the love and make people feel as great, inspired, motivated and empowered as I feel right now!

Tell us about your 2020Pet of the Year shoot for Penthouse. How was it?

I was overwhelmed with emotion before the shoot even started! It was insanely memorable. My favorite makeup artist, Mel, made sure I looked flawless, and the entire team made the day feel whimsical. It was the best day ever. Truly, thank you from the bottom of my heart, Penthouse.

You’re welcome! How did you get started in the industry?

I’ve always wanted to be in the sex industry, but I wasn’t sure what path I wanted to take. When I was 18, I dabbled in some cam work. After that I tried stripping, but I quickly learned dancing isn’t my strong suit! I’m OK with admitting that! After years of knowing I wanted to do porn, I jumped in, and now I can say I’m finally living my dream as an adult film star. It’s allowed me to expand myself sexually and creatively, and now I’m basically my own boss.

What was the first adult scene for the 2020 Pet of the Year like?

I was nervous! At first, I didn’t say a word to my co-star, Seth Gamble, because I still wasn’t sure exactly how things worked, but he was a total gentleman and helped me every step of the way. It was such a positive, supportive and professional atmosphere that really cemented my decision to pursue a career in the adult industry.

What’s your favorite way to relax?

I’m an outdoorsy type of girl. I really love hanging outside with my dog, Riley, or hiking to the top of a mountain and just sitting there for a few hours before coming back down. Realizing the Earth is so big and we are so small puts things into perspective. When I hike back down, I always feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I’m ready to return to reality. If I’m not doing any sort of physical activity, then I’m probably reading books about business, listening to podcasts, composing music or meditating.

What type of person attracts you?

Ideally, I want someone who is kind and successful. I believe everyone has their own vision of success, and as long as they’re happy and working hard toward their goals, then that’s great. No lazy bums for me.

What’s the hottest movie scene you’ve ever watched?

Definitely “Red Sparrow” with Jennifer Lawrence when she strips off and tells her unwanted suitor to fuck her while making eye contact — and he can’t. I love the power play and the danger. It turned me on so much.

What’s something you’d love to do but haven’t yet?

I’d love to go to Paris with a lover and have an experience that doesn’t end up on film! I want to have the moment for myself. I imagine Paris during a warm night in a beautiful hotel room, where he leads me by the hand to a balcony and starts kissing my neck — before we have sex under the stars, and finish with some cuddles in bed! Any takers?

For the true Penthouse fan, we even found a baker’s dozen collection of Lacy from her 2020 Pet of the Year shoot. (And should you be old enough to know how many of something it takes to create a baker’s dozen, you are probably qualified to understand what a true Penthouse fan means.

Enjoy Moments Frozen in Time with the 2020 Pet of the Year — Ironically, Hot

We obviously encourage you to stay in touch with Lacy as she tries to manage the COVID-19-interrupted reign as our 2020 Pet of the Year for Penthouse Magazine. You can do the Instagram Thing @MissLacyLennon — when she gets that operational again. (Stars get thrown off Instagram so often some of us believe they do it just for sport.) Or you can hop on the Twitter Thing and get to Lacy right now. Either way, be sure to congratulate her. And tell her to come by the office more often.

It would also make sense to check out Lacy originally here.

Up in Smoke

Out of The Frying Pan and Into The Riots

Writing about current events in the “post-COVID” world is a tough gig. Things move quickly, and everything I come up with these days is out of date by the time it gets published. Last time I filed for Penthouse, it looked like the sheer craziness of it all had peaked.

But a couple of days later, the murder of George Floyd would reverberate around the world like a twenty-first century Franz Ferdinand. An enormous vat of kerosene had been poured on the dying embers of our disjointed, shell-shocked post-corona world.

It wasn’t as if the protesters didn’t have a point — at least initially. Any reasonable person would be horrified that an American citizen could be summarily executed, on a public footpath, in broad daylight, by uniformed officers with the motto, “To Protect with Courage, To Serve with Compassion” emblazoned on their shoulders.

And more to the point, it would be naïve to deny that there was a racial element to Floyd’s death. We don’t know about any particular prejudices held by Derek Chauvin — who importantly was since sacked and now faces murder and manslaughter charges — but we do know that black Americans do face disproportionate attention from the police.

Failed Democratic presidential candidate Mike Bloomberg admitted as much himself five years ago when he said that, as mayor of New York, he “put all the cops in minority neighborhoods…because that’s where all the crime is.” Presumably, the city of Minneapolis — which has not elected a Republican mayor since 1957 — has a similar modus operandi.

But even by the standards of what passes for contemporary political debate, the popular reaction to George Floyd morphed into obnoxious and twisted performance art with astonishing speed. Within a couple of days, what started out as understandable and important public anger was fed through the familiar meat grinder of social media, infused with Marxist claptrap, and hijacked by professional anarchists. And so, right on cue, the riots began.

Up in Smoke — Smoldering

Much has been made about the difference between the actual protests — which have been largely peaceful — and the violent antics of a minority, but that is somewhat beside the point. Violent or not, the response to the killing of George Floyd did not have anything close to the courage of Martin Luther King marching on Washington or Rosa Parks refusing to give up her seat. There was a nasty, subrational nihilism at play.

Whereas King and his cohort invoked American ideals like the notion that “all men are created equal,” groups like Black Lives Matter have declared those same ideals inherently racist. Decades of misguided revisionism — ranging from the New York Times’ discredited 1619 Project to the perennial push to have monuments and statues removed for one reason or another — has fueled the notion that the American project has been poisoned by various evils from the start, that it is not worth saving.

Never mind that many of the shops that were looted and destroyed were owned by Black Americans. Never mind that Black police officers were among the ones killed in the riots. Never mind that the Fifty-Fourth Massachusetts Regiment — the memorial for which was one of the many defaced in the riots — was comprised entirely of Black soldiers. Everything must go. Everything.

The Democratic governors and mayors presiding over the riots were predictably quick to point the finger at Trump, but they had only themselves to blame. It was the culmination of decades of cynical race-baiting, the logical conclusion of the poisonous identity politics that has entrenched itself in the underbellies of America’s major cities.

While the right was talking about equality of opportunity and the dignity of work, the left had spent years building a dystopian hellscape of equality of poverty and the misery of deprivation. In the interest of “social justice,” self-proclaimed progressives crammed vulnerable minorities into brutalist housing projects, replaced genuine economic opportunity with a welfare check, blamed the ensuing disadvantage on “systemic racism,” and expected the victims of the whole perverse state of affairs to reward them at the ballot box. It was a strategy that worked for a while — until it didn’t.

A couple of months back, during the “first wave” of global lunacy, I let myself cultivate a vague hope that at least some good might come out of it. As terrible as the coronavirus and consequent societal destruction was, I thought that it might reacquaint the western world with a sense of perspective.

For a while, I thought that the coronavirus saga would deliver electro-shock therapy to a world that had spent decades mired in puerile and tawdry debates over nonexistent problems and monstrously counterproductive solutions. At the very least, the wrack and ruin rained down on ordinary people of every color and creed would scuttle the undergraduate idea that all the world’s injustices — real or imagined — could be attributed to things as superficial as one’s skin pigmentation and sexual organ.

But with George Floyd’s death, identity politics came roaring back, like some god-awful Hollywood sequel with a lousy plot and bigger budget. It wasn’t about one man’s deeply unjust and probably unlawful death. It wasn’t even about the disproportionate policing of Black Americans and their overrepresentation in the criminal justice system. It was about America itself, about the dangerous fiction that subsumes the complexities of the human condition into a crude maze of warring tribes that requires state coercion or worst still violent force to rectify historic and present “power imbalances” between them.

Black Lives Matter burst out of the blocks, demanding “an end to the systemic racism that allows this culture of corruption to go unchecked.” Sundry other troupes of identarian lunatics jumped in, too, bringing their own esoteric grievances with them. And when the reliably fascistic Antifa decided that it wanted a piece of the action, too, cities were set ablaze and the looting got underway.

And the most remarkable thing of all was that almost nobody spoke out against it, much less tried to stop them. Not even the mayors of the cities being burned, not even journalists who saw the havoc firsthand, not even corporations whose retail outlets were destroyed and then eventually boarded up.

Up in Smoke — Ablaze

But the strangest response by far was from the medical establishment, which had every bleedingly obvious reason to oppose mass protests, no matter how righteous their cause. They didn’t. In fact, large segments of the medical profession ended up supporting them — including many doctors who took to the streets themselves — with the tenuous justification that racism was a “public health issue” that outweighed an extremely contagious strain of viral pneumonia. And the police, who had until then enforced “social distancing” measures with bloody-minded force, stood down and took a knee.

From that point on, any and all coronavirus restrictions became effectively meaningless. The same corrupt political class that had inundated the population with stern warnings that the most basic forms of human interaction would send people to their graves apparently had no issue with tens of thousands of people gathering in close proximity for a protest which — however noble its initial motivation — would probably achieve absolutely nothing. The eruption of mass demonstrations should have brought the social distance warriors and the social justice warriors into direct and irreconcilable conflict. Amazingly, it didn’t.

But then again, were the two camps really that dissimilar to begin with?

What is the difference between confining people to their homes and confining them to their racial identity group? What is the difference between blindly accepting the catastrophism of deeply flawed epidemiological models spawned by one corner of academia, and blindly accepting the catastrophism of deeply flawed neo-Marxist and postmodern theory spawned by another? What is the difference between destroying thousands of businesses by government edict, and burning them down?

The chaos and devastation of the year two thousand and twenty is the culmination of a corrosive, cancerous philosophical shift that has been in train for decades. All of the sorrow and senseless loss that we are dealing with now can be traced back to the point in human history when we stopped seeing the human race as inherently good with the potential for great achievement, and started seeing it as inherently destructive with the potential for, if left to its own devices, great injustice.

Naturally, the only solution is to save people from themselves, via state coercion or even violent force if necessary. Racism and the coronavirus are two very different phenomena, but the principle is the same: People can’t be trusted to look after each other. Our only hope is to turn to enlightened authorities who know better than we do.

To observers of history, this is all starting to look hauntingly familiar. The post-corona and post-Floyd world looks a lot like Europe between the two world wars, in which economic devastation and a toxic web of racial, class, and ideological tensions precipitated arguably the most destructive event in human history.

Groups like Black Lives Matter and Antifa are the equivalent of the paramilitary gangs that marched around Europe as the liberal democratic state was in retreat. The equal and opposite reaction will come in the form of noxious right-wing militia groups, with their numbers quite possibly inflated by otherwise reasonable people seeking to protect their lives and property as police throw their hands up. It’s only a matter of time.

Meanwhile, as was the case in the 1930s, a deeply authoritarian, highly militarized and increasingly belligerent world power watches on. China is already testing our resolve, its territorial ambitions laid bare in its de facto annexation of places like Hong Kong, its militarization of the South China Sea, and, most recently, skirmishes along the Indian border. And it knows full well that the west has never been weaker, more divided, more vulnerable.

The disastrous response to COVID-19 and souped-up identity politics hysteria are similar, and not just because of their capacity for deep societal damage. They also come from a similar place — from the exhausting mishmash of university groupthink, millennial sensibilities, and corporatist risk aversion. They come from what Jonathan Haidt dubbed “safetyism” — being safe at all costs, both physically and emotionally, and almost always with hefty state intervention. Safety is not just one concern among many anymore, it is sacrosanct — the be-all and end-all when it comes to the extent of state power, how it should be used, and, most importantly, against whom.

Safety is important, and any liberal or conservative worth their salt will tell you that public order is a critical and essential function of the state. But freedom is also important. So are living standards, the inherent worth and dignity of the individual, and the vibrancy and richness that comes from societies with liberty, not victimhood, as their moral bedrock.

Up in Smoke — Out of Control

The great irony, of course, is that for all of its foibles and vicissitudes, turning our back on freedom has thrown the Western world into a state of pervasive, existential, and quite possibly irreversible danger. For all our obsession with safety, we have never been more vulnerable.

Should you have your own Up in Smoke experience, feel free to share via our Contact Form. We might like to tell your story too. Should you wish to think some more about the long-term social paradigm shift, we suggest a collection of smart-people thoughts on the subject.

Maoism

The Time is Mao

Wild-eyed youths tearing down statues. Self-righteous twenty-somethings raging against older people who dare to think differently to them. Prim, unforgiving university students stalking their campuses in search of offensive books and offensive speakers so they can point a bony finger of judgment at them while yelling: “Not allowed!”

That was Mao’s China in the late 1960s. The Cultural Revolution was in full flow. Statues of Buddha and other “offensive” figures were yanked down and set on fire by hotheaded arrogant Red Guards. Wrong-thinkers were hounded out of public life. Books were thumbed for inappropriate ideas, and if they contained any, they were banned.

Sound familiar? It should. In the weeks since the horrific killing of George Floyd by cops in Minneapolis, a culture of neo-Maoism has gripped the throat of the USA and other Western nations. A supremely intolerant war has been launched against history, against monuments, against incorrect thought.

This is American Maoism.

The speed with which understandable anger about the killing of George Floyd morphed into all-out culture war against history and liberty has been staggering. One day people were marching in the streets to condemn police brutality, the next, mobs were tearing down a statue of George Washington in Portland, Oregon, and whooping and cheering as they kicked it in the head and tried to set it on fire.

George Washington. The revolutionary and first president of the United States. A man who helped birth a modern republic built on the ideals of liberty and trade and who, in the process, changed the world forever. Even he is not safe from the wild-eyed fury and fists and kicks of the Woke Guards of American Maoism.

Nothing is. We’ve seen classic comedy shows like Little Britain being shoved down the memory hole because they are apparently offensive. Trigger warnings are being added to old movies, from Gone with the Wind to Aliens, to let people know they contain “problematic” ideas. People have been sacked from their jobs for criticizing the Black Lives Matter movement. In the U.K., a radio presenter was suspended after he questioned the idea of “white privilege.”

Under American Maoism, no dissent is tolerated; no criticism of the new orthodoxies of political correctness will be entertained. Instead, you must dutifully, unquestioningly “take the knee”— that is, bow down, like a supplicant, to confirm that you have embraced the gospel truth of identity politics. Woe betide anyone who refuses to bend his knee to American Maoism. The British Foreign Secretary, Dominic Raab, was shamed and hounded for days when he said, quite rightly, that taking the knee looks like “a symbol of subordination.”

American Maoism even had its own little corrupt pseudo-state for a while: CHAZ, the Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone in Seattle. This ridiculous entity confirmed how regressive and dangerous the woke worldview has become. It had a blacks-only public space, reintroducing racial segregation into the U.S. Its inhabitants rained fury upon any visitor who did not subscribe to the CHAZ worldview, especially if that visitor was wearing a MAGA hat. It was essentially a massive safe space for adult snowflakes.

What has been most striking is the glee with which big corporations and even sections of the political establishment have lined up behind American Maoism. Big business sings the praises of BLM. Corporations are buying thousands of copies of deranged books like White Fragility by Robin DiAngelo to re-educate their workforce. Leading American politicians have feverishly tweeted pics of themselves “taking the knee.”

The involvement of the establishment in all this is revealing. It shows that what we’re really witnessing right now is a revolt of the elites. This isn’t a youthful rebellion against the powers-that-be. It’s a bunch of upper-middle-class TikTok plastic radicals, effete Antifa assholes, corporate suits, and leftish members of the political elite expressing their lingering fury with the way politics has been going since the votes for Trump and Brexit in 2016.

Don’t be fooled by the radical pretensions of the Woke Guards. Their real target is the populist surge of recent years; their blind fury is directed at voters, especially working-class ones. This is a nasty elitist putsch posing as a people’s uprising.

To add some perspective to this guest editorial from the Australian edition of Penthouse, take a look at how we used to view America — 40 years ago in this same publication. And then take a look at where we want to avoid as a destination.