Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2010 18:59:19 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Lambda Psi 12

Lambda Psi
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


Twelve:  More Cloak and Dagger

Turner called to say he had been getting an increasing number of inquiries
about us from a variety of sources.  He checked with the university and
they too had received a number of requests.  They too would forward a list.
Dirk and I reviewed our hotmail accounts.  Almost all junk and most was
discarded but we did find a number of attempts to get our attention from
several blogers.  Most were just inquiries that we ignored.  Several got
our attention, they were from the same sources that carried the personal
threats.

We sent them on to the FBI people.  It looked like the Al Gore thing was
beginning to polarize people and this tone of the rhetoric was becoming
more and more strident on both sides.  The professional comments to our
paper were mixed but mostly positive.  Even those who pushed the AGW agenda
had to admit our analysis and logic were sound.  They still believed their
methods were useful despite the shortcomings we had identified.

Not only did Gore's book misrepresent and overstate, it is not even based
on science.  That is, science that is tested and not shown to be false.
Most of what the AGW people promote is supposition based on an
understanding of linear functions that are totally inadequate to deal with
any kind of dynamic situation.  The science is anything but settled.
Science by the way can never be settled.  Most of the dynamic interactions
are not well measured and many are only poorly understood if at all.  The
geologists, archeologists and historians tell me the famous hockey stick
graph is not real and only a cartoon of what some would like it to believe.

The FBI people looked into the cranks and bloggers who were most strident
in opposition.  Several came to the top as real, most were simply cranks
who did not know what they were talking about and just wanted to vent.
Most pro AGW blogs would not post cranks and threats.  They reluctantly
turned them over to the FBI.  Two blogs did post things like that and the
bloggers seemed to be goading the cranks on.  This had become a religion,
not science as far as I could see.

I was most disheartened by what they were saying about what we were
reported to have written but did not.  I wondered if any of these people
even read our paper since quotes were appearing that were not just
misprinted or misunderstood they were things simply not in the paper.

In late May and early June demands for us to defend ourselves began
appearing.  We did not respond at first just ignoring them.  It took these
people a while to get themselves organized.  Following and watching us was
part of that, since the university and our sons were stonewalling.

I started getting calls at UWM, so did Dirk.  One blogger was insistent I
speak for or defend my father's position.  I told him straight out I would
not do that, "my father and uncle speek for themselves and had not given me
or as far as I knew Dirk, permission to speak on their behalf."

"Well do you agree with them or not?"

"Yes, I agree with what is written in the paper.  The logic is sound, the
math is correct, the hypotheses are verified by empirical data, no one has
shown the historical discussion to be in error.  The paper appears in a
peer reviewed journal and makes no claims or predicts nothing.  It clearly
shows the methodologies being employed by many model makers is flawed.  It
simply concludes one should not take predictions from flawed models, as
anything other then suspect or flawed results and inferences are all that
can be produced."

"But the paper claims the earth is not getting warmer and that CO2 is not
the cause."

"No, that is not correct.  The paper only said the models are so flawed we
do not know the answer to that question or even if that is the correct
question in the first place.  Anything more is added by you or your
readers."

He went on and on with all kinds of things I was not interested in
debating.

"Look, if you don't want to know what I think that's fine, I understand.
You ask if I agreed with the paper and I said I do.  That does not mean I
agree or disagree with anything else related to the general topic.  For
anything other then economics and the models related to it, I am not
qualified to comment.  Perhaps you should be talking to chemists or
physicists.  Perhaps the math people can help you.  I can not."

"But you are a PhD, you must know."

"Yes I have a PhD in Economics, in any other academic discipline that gets
me a seat with the other undergraduates.  My opinions on other subjects are
just that, my opinions and cary no more or less weight then anyone else's.
You will simply need to speak directly with my father if you desire
anything more."

"I have attempted but he will not respond."

"I am sure you were told my father and uncle are on sabbatical.  I would
have thought the university would forward your requests, have they not done
so?"

"I am getting no response and my readers are demanding they do so."

"I think that may be a good part of your problem.  My father is not one to
treat demands kindly and just so you know, he is even less responsive to
threats... I have no way to know if he has read your blog or not."

"Just what is that to mean?"

"Just what I said.  Forewarned is forearmed.  I have seen people attempt to
use intimidation, threats and even bribes on my father and on me.  They all
got a response, however, it was not the one being solicited."

"If you won't help me then I can only assume you too are my enemy.  My
academic enemies do not get their grants or papers published."

This fellow has a very much overinflated ego I thought.  I can play this
game, better then he can.

"Okay, any granting agency or Journal, that a wind bag such as yourself,
has influence over, is well beneath me.  Take your best shot but another
word to the wise, it better be a good one, you will not have a second
chance."

With that I hung up and turned off the tape recorder.  I knew Dirk was in
class, so I left him a message.  "Forewarned is forearmed."

I sent a copy of the tape to the FBI and called our people in Illinois.
They would make his internet life a living hell until asked to stop.  After
visiting our co-authors, Dirk and I visited the journalism school.  That
ass hole is out of business as of today.

Dirk and I started leaving the special cell phones lay around hoping they
would be stolen.  Mine never was but Dirk's disappeared about two days
later.  It took about a week until other bloggers started to complain about
their buddy's blog being canceled, blocked and attacked.  They blamed Dirk
and I or our fathers or perhaps all four.  Someone and I have no idea who,
posted a transcript of the telephone conversation to that blog.  That got
the earlier news story going again.

Every time our blogger tried to guest post, that blog was attacked and
brought down.  The post would simply disappear or the words would suddenly
become completely scrambled.  Things happen fast in cyberspace.  By the end
of June Russell had published all the details financial and other personal
information about the now disgraced blogger.  It would appear he was being
supported and by big dollars from a number of high profile, not for profits
such as the WWF.  The guy was making big dollars to spread propaganda.

His lawyer contacted the universities lawyer and asked for a meeting.  I
refused to meet the man.  Our lawyer met with him, who it turned out was a
WWF legal council.  They wanted a truce.  Our man said we are not the
attackers here.  A real apology, public of course, would be nice.  No way,
so the war is on again.

This time the WWF and the other sponsors are also in my sights.  If they
make one false move.  They didn't.  The FBI moved a few days later and then
the shit really hit the fan, big time.  All of the NGO's and other
supporters just melted away.  I had hoped this would teach a lesson,
apparently it did not, only a year or so later Climate-gate broke.

I was pissed by all this bullshit.  Dirk was not pleased either but I guess
he has seen it all before and just takes stuff like this in stride.  Me, I
needed some kind of relief, a real diversion.  When I arrived at the
sanctuary I found six of our older teens engaged in one very hot butt, hot
cock and very inviting, orgies.  I did what all of us oversexed men do, I
joined them.  The smooth muscled bodies sucking and fucking every cock and
hole in sight stimulated my memory of some high end porn.  Sure I like a
stuff cock in my mouth and I am good at it too.  Sure I like fucking and
getting fucked and doing so at the same time.  We did it all and when fully
spent lay in a tangle of bodies giggling like school girls.  The boys had
been working out all trying to achieve bodies like Apollo and Solon.  Few
of them will quite get that buff, however there is no harm in making an
honest effort.

I simply approached the first unoccupied set of buttocks and after applying
our special lubricant my phallus and his anus, teasing him by sliding my
erection along his butt cleft and over the cheeks eased the machine into
his garage.  I wanted this to last and last but my boys had other ideas.
It did not take long for them to recognize my presence and soon I was being
fucked and a long thin cock presented to my lips.  I was not my intention
to dominate the orgies but that is what transpired.  Before it was over I
had fucked four asses, sucked five cocks and been fucked by six.  I was in
sex overload heaven.  One may question if heaven even exists on the
philosophical side but for the physical side I had just experienced it.

While all this intrigue and sex was happening, everything at the sanctuary
was running like a metaphorical well oiled machine.  Our cocks are always
well oiled when in use.  We were running low on mentors.  I was just a bit
concerned.  Since the new year began we had been adding boys, most without
men attached, at an average rate of 4/week.  We were doing okay on bringing
in college aged guys but they don't usually make good mentors, since they
are quite busy and many will not stay in the community.

Don't misunderstand we need a good supply of guys in the 18 to 25 age
range.  They are the backbone of sports and field trips stuff like that.  I
think they make good role models too.  The under 16 group needs older men
around to guide them in making the right choices.  They have both the time
and experience to benefit the younger ones.  I started asking the older
members to help find more of their contemporaries.

That aside, what I am finding is, most of the boys in the under 15 group
not involved in track and field, seem to congregate at the sanctuary, most
week days after school.  We have several members that show up.  A couple
are teachers who are off work at that time of the day and several stock
trader types, who operate on Eastern time, since the major exchanges do as
well.  I think the group in total is about a dozen so it is one afternoon
every two weeks or so.  Not to difficult.  The best part is these members
organized this themselves.

Anyway I was in the place about 4.  The boys were being boys, mostly
playing sports or computer games with the normal crotch grabbing and crude
language.  The member, one John Wright, one of the stock traders and I were
talking.  Over the general din I began to hear the most wonderful sound
coming from the basement.  That sound was singing.  It sounded like the
Vienna Boys Choir tour group was practicing.  Now I am not a singer, except
in my own mind, in the shower when alone or driving alone in my car along
with the radio.  I like to sing, I am just not very good at it.  Perfect
pitch or any pitch is just not part of my internal systems.

It was such as wonderful sound that our conversation simply haulted.  I had
no idea if John knew anything about singing or sang himself.  We looked at
each other and both started talking at once.  After a good laugh at
ourselves.  I learned his opinion was the same as mine and he did know
something about singing.  He is part of a barbershop quartet.  I learned
his quartet is part of a larger group of quartets that meet regularly .....
We immediately went down stairs where the sound was even better.  We found
seven of our boys.  John told me two trebles and four altos.  They were
singing unaccompanied and sounded good to me.  John stopped them and
pulling out a pitch pipe, blew a note and asked them to match it.  They all
did not bad, I think.

"Good, good, now I'll give you that note again and you start your song,"
John instructed.  They did and it was wondrous.  I could even tell the
difference.  We are not talking about high art here, we are talking an old
american folk song called, "Young Edwin in the Lowlands Low."  At least it
wasn't rap.  They only knew the first two verses, apparently learned in
school.

While we were talking to them, finding out the details, which were nothing
special, they just all liked to sing.  Dirk came down and I asked the boys
to sing for him.

"I have only once before heard a treble to mach that," he smiled, "and that
was in Vienna and they were trained," Dirk commented.

I later asked him when he was last in Vienna.  "Oh, let me see in 1965 but
the singing was in 1780," he just smirked.

I thought for a very brief moment, perhaps a nanosecond, and opened my big
mouth.  You know, the one that get me into trouble on a regular basis.  The
one, that is speaking well ahead of my reasoning brain, yes that one.

Why don't we form a boys choir of our own?  We can call it the Milwaukee
Boys Choir, unless the name is already taken.  Just a quickly as my mouth
worked the boys, four of them, were on me physically and verbally.  I sure
like boy kisses and touches, I like kissing and touching them too, not the
point here.  It was 50 questions in rapid fire and all at once.  Most
talking over the other.  Dirk would back me up I knew that.  He would also
make me squirm just a little, l knew that too.  By the time everyone went
home, all the boys in the place at the time were excited, even the sports
and game players.  They were already getting a big sign made up for the
veranda and picking the colors of the uniforms.  A few days later, I
learned the Milwaukee Boys Choir name was available, so I reregistered it.

"Okay you two, enough of the mental communication, how about including me,"
John said.  We both looked at him and he knew what we were thinking.  "Oh
no you don't.  I am simply not qualified," he hesitated, "I could be the
manager or something but we need someone who knows what he is doing."

Dirk told him he agreed and that, "this is Sam's idea so he will just need
to find that person or persons.  It seems to me that Soloman Grebling plays
the piano and several of our older boys are well into the guitar."

Okay, I know when I have been set up.  I also know when I have had a major
and willing part in that.  It took about two weeks to get everything
organized.  That did not mean things were not happening, it was just
without the input of anyone who knew what they were doing.  All they had
was me and Dirk too.  I quickly learned that the most of the big name boys
choirs took boys as young as 10.  That might be a problem for us but not a
show stopper.  We do sponsor sports related "clubs" that have nonmembers
and girls in them.

I was more then aware of the sexual goings on, at boys and even mixed
children's choirs.  What we see in the news is just the very small tip of a
very large iceberg.  That is not to mean all boys are sexually abused or
that many of the boys and men sharing sex were unwilling or wracked with
guilt for years afterward.  Some obviously were, therefore the problems.
Not at all choirs either.  It seemed to depend on lots of things.  I
suspect that this has roots that go way back in time as of the man/boy sex
in the church and other institutions.  Dirk agrees with that assessment.
He has assured me many times things were a lot different when he was a boy.

Many of the senior instructors and directors over the years had like
experiences, when they were boys in the choir.  We have sex with boys on a
regular basis that is a big part of what and who we are.  I decided it was
best for the sanctuary and all the members to keep the thing to members
only.  If that would mean taking younger members so they could be part of
the choir, then so be it.  Dirk agreed.

In the example of sports, maturity only brings better skills and strength.
In some sports like gymnastics the younger one begins the easier it is.  In
this instance it would need to be that way.  Unlike the famous choirs we
would not be running boarding schools or making our boys into
professionals.  No, not our aim.  If we identified a boy with that kind of
talent and interest, he would be encouraged to move to one of them.  The up
side of that is, he will at least know and accept the score.  In our choir
the boys will not leave or be delisted when their voices change.  I am told
one just needs to sing around middle C ± one octave, i.e. tenor until it
settles down.  We have older boys now, so bases, tenors and baritones need
to be part of us anyway.  Our boys will range up to about 20.  Given our
range, soprano through base, we will be able to do almost anything at all
and much of it with a very strong pitch range, as well as achieve
Barbershop harmony.  No reader, I am not in any way shape or form a singer,
nor do I have any real musical training.  I am just a fast learner from
those that know of what they speak.

Sex between children and adults, from my experience is only traumatic if
forced, a power trip or simply unwanted.  It helps if the partners are gay
or bi.  Sometimes it is simply just experimenting and that too should be
recognized.  I think this loss of innocence stuff is just a bit
misdirected.  We all loose our innocence in the end and that innocence is
multi fasted.  It has noting to do with physical things, it has much to do
with trust, love, loyalty, truth, motivations and the like.  I can't talk
for the girls I am not one.  For us boys, I can say sex is never a loss of
innocence, it is a true liberation.  Before puberty starts we can't quite
figure out what all this is about.  We may know what it is about from
observation and information.  Until you body reacts to the sensations of
another's touch or that first ejaculation you don't quite know.  I think it
not a loose of innocence but a loss of ignorance, both intellectual and
internal.  That applies to dry orgasms too.

That's your philosophy diatribe for the day.  Our boys are like any other
boys, they relish in games.  One game they invented themselves is called
match by color.  As a boy enters the snactuary he take a pair of colored
wrist bands from a box, placed one in another box and places the other on
his wrist.  When a man comes in he picks up a colored band from the box.
Both boys and men are assigned colors randomly.  The object of the game is
for the man to find the boy with the matching color, they are now a sex
couple and do what ever the boy wants done.  In another game the boy or man
can put on a plastic slave collar and then stands around in a specific
place until claimed.

Having made the decision to be members only and needing 10 and 11 year old
boys, I asked the membership for younger brothers or sons, explaining why.
I already knew what my magic did to the younger ones, so I was confident in
my ability to make it all happen and happen well.  What I had not thought
about, were those younger members recruiting some of their friends.  Two
were quickly brought in.  I had no way to tell if they could even cary a
tune, let alone had any talent.

I did have the presence of mind to get the old house piano, it came with
the place, tuned.  It is not just old but a baby grand that the tuner told
me was in good condition and top of the line for its day.  He also told me
old units like this command prices equal to or above more modern, used baby
grands.

Now I needed help.  Dirk reminded me we did not evaluate the members.  That
was true we did not.  I was more concerned that they, the boys themselves,
wanted to sing and would enjoy doing it.  I figured singing is like
photography when it come to hobbies.  You do it because you like it and
want to achieve some skill.  You may be doing it mostly for yourself but
once that skill is achieved, being social animals, we desire to share.  No
one spends vast amounts of time making photographs that no one else will
ever see.  What's the point?  Singing must be like that.  I am sure our
choir master, when we find him, will want some control on new additions but
this will be his starting group, as presented.

I did have them sing for me.  They expected to and I did not wish to
disappoint.  If they were so unskilled that I could recognize it then I
could save some future embarrassment.  I gave them the membership forms and
a little write up about what we were trying to do, along with a usual
membership benefit handout.  One boy Roger, lived only a few blocks away.
It did not take long to convince his family.  They signed him up and paid
the small first year fee.  I assured them the choir and sports activities
would not generate any additional expense.  They seemed happy that Roger
would be paired with an older boy as a "big brother".

The other boy, Wendel, presented a completely different problem.  He was
living with his aunt and mother.  They were some distance away and
obviously struggling economically.  They were having a great deal of
difficulty with Wendel's older brother Darwin, 17, wild as hell and
skipping school, stuff like that.  From the look on Wendel's face I knew it
was a lot more serious than that.  I gave them the same assurances about
costs but quickly realized even that fee and bus fair for non school days,
was probably to much.

I just marked paid on the form and presented it for signature.
"Mr. Shulton I can not take your charity."

"Who said anything about charity?"  Well, I had to say something so I would
just lie a little.  "The Lesksh Pallos is so old that no one know when and
were it got started.  What we do know is no deserving boy has ever been
turned away, ever.  All we ask of any boy who comes to us is to be the best
they can be at what ever they do, be honest with themselves, others and of
course the brothers.  In the future when Wendel is a man we will expect him
to do exactly what I am doing, extend his hand to a boy who could benefit
by being one of us.  It is always on a pay what you can basis.  We are
totally self financing through investments and endowments.  As you can see
the suggested fees are not great, they mostly cover paperwork and stuff
like that.  If for any reason those fees are a hardship on a man's or boy's
family they are waved, simple as that.  I know what pride is and know that
everyone wants to make his fair contribution, to have that feeling of
pride.  The entire organization runs because of volunteers.  How about we
make a deal.  I will send over the makings, once every two weeks and you
bake up 12 dozen cookies for the choir's snacks.

Speaking of pride.  You will be totally amazed at how well Wendel and all
the boys sing now, at their first recital it will be wondrous.  Good snacks
are important to boys and success.  Believe me the master cookey baker
commands great respect among us.  It goes way beyond that but I think you
see my point."

I lightly clamped my hands over Wendel's ears.  "The change in these boys,
once they are part of our fraternity is profound and life long.  We will
see that Wendel has an older boy as fraternity big brother and when older
if he needs one, a mentor."

"It sounds like I am signing him up for a life long commitment?"

Now I really had to stretch the truth.

"No, the commitment is annual but the funny thing is, I do not know of
anyone ever resigning.  My father and grandfather were members and they
don't know of anyone resigning either.  Sometime we don't see to much of
the university and young family guys, my dad said some of the real old
timers don't come around much."

"Okay, Professor Shulton.  Your sure you are not a used car salesman."

"No, not used cars but I am known as a bit of a magician."