The US Military Contractor Who Loved Eugenics And Voyeurism
Tags: Veterans, Eugenics, Misogyny, Voyeurism, Military

The US Military Contractor Who Loved Eugenics And Voyeurism DimensionSeeker Aug 16·6 min read

You would think a United States military contractor to Afghanistan would have been a decent person.

It’s said the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. As a woman who spent 8 years in the military, basically a spy amongst men (there weren’t any pure ones — we knew all of the secrets of the married and single men), I don’t know why this particular encounter surprised me.

One early afternoon while in line at a grocery store Starbucks, a much older man in line behind me offered to pay for my coffee and started chatting with me. Normally I would have declined and wouldn’t have entertained the conversation for very long, but I wasn’t in a good headspace. I was very recently divorced and struggling to find work as a former air traffic controller who was now too old in FAA standards to hold the job again. Things were so critical my mind had momentarially devolved to that place where finding a man wasn’t a terrible idea. So I let him buy me coffee and he did so with not just any credit card, but one with a big enough credit line to buy an entire house with — he made sure to let me know this. And the barista, too. Even though I was pretty destitute, I still had the wherewithal to cringe, but less than I normally would have.

We sat down at a table near the entrance and discovered we were both in the military. I was prior enlisted and he was a prior Army Colonel. He had retired and was now held a military contract. I told him about the various jobs I held in the past, all very technical and that I morphed into various positions after moving to different states and countries and taking what I could get. He said he was impressed and that I was smarter than most women he runs into in his circle. I have to admit, I knew that was probably true unless he worked in a STEM field, so the validation made me feel good about myself for the first time in a while.

He asked if I’d like to meet him at a nearby restaurant and pick up where we left off for lunch. His Treat. Since I wasn’t getting serial killer vibes and had mace in my purse, I agreed.

The restaurant was a classy lakefront establishment I had never visited before. The waitress knew him and sat us at this favorite table with a terrific view. He said he ate there often. He was in his 60s, gray hair, overweight and about 5' 10". He was casually dressed. I’ve known plenty of millionaires over the years and unless they are narcissists, they tend to dress down like anyone else when they aren’t working. Besides, I judge people mainly on their personality.

We begin talking and he starts going into what he does a little deeper. He said he finds military veterans and sends them to Afghanistan on contracts that the US government pays him money for. His job is to keep them out of trouble. If one of them gets drunk and causes a scene out in town, or rapes a national, he flies them home immediately and they are let go from their contract.

I thought that part was particularly interesting. When I lived in Japan, you would hear about Marines raping Japanese women fairly frequently, but this was the first time I had ever, in all my years heard about a contract fighter raping someone overseas, but if you think about it, statistically, it makes sense. It’s pretty amazing what is covered up.

We moved on and he asked about my politics and how I grew up. Red flag for the first meeting, but I’m a pretty open person and have nothing to hide. I figured I’m certainly not ashamed of who I am. I told him the fast and light version about the abuse I experienced with my mom, and also told him I support Bernie Sanders, socialized medicine similar to the US military’s Tricare paid out of our taxes, UBI. He said, “Oh! Well then I’m perfect for you.” And that’s when things quickly got wildly uncomfortable and inappropriate.

For a moment he used words that made it seem like he may have had liberal beliefs, but he started gaslighting my past with my mom by saying that corporal punishment has its usefulness in child rearing. I found myself saying, “Ya, but…” one too many times, when I should have gotten up and left right there, but again my mental state was utter trash.”

It was so bad I had dissociated into a weakened mental state where, and I mean this with all sincerity, if he wanted to drive me to a private plane and sell me to traffickers he literally could have.

He again said he was perfect for me but he was cautious because his ex wife had treated him so badly while they were in the military together. She had brought home other men and forced him to watch while she had sex with them in their bed. Now the only way he can trust other women is if they have sex with other men while he’s in the room and they still choose to be with him at the end of the day.

By now I couldn’t leave because it felt like I was experiencing a train wreck.

He saw I was uncomfortable and told me the US pays him millions for these contracts. That he was completely free from bills, wants and morals. He asked, “If you had all of the money you could ever dream of and only had to work a couple hours a day, why would you need to live by social norms anymore? If you could buy anyone and anything, why wouldn’t you? Imagine buying any pleasure you could ever want including going anywhere you want?”

Next topic? Eugenics, naturally. When he said the word I was so embarrassed and saw the older lady at the table behind us slowly turn her head to look at him. His voice was pretty loud, too, like one of those self-important guys who wants to be heard.

Then he started name-dropping very famous southern senators/presidential candidates he’s related to, which I didn’t question because he’s the spitting image. His brother also is part owner of a major cigarette company in the South.

He made sure to end our meal on a high note. He said he would love to have a relationship with me and tend to my daughters every needs including paying for both of them to go to Oxford, paying for my rent in any house I choose, $10,000 a month allowance, fancy jewelry, travelling with him around the world and exclusivity with him after 3 months.

Oh, but what was to happen before the 3 months? At least 5 days out of the week, we were to go to a bar together of my choosing and I was supposed to seek out a guy I was attracted to who was also very well hung. The contractor would get a hotel for the three of us and I was to have sex with the guy we picked up in front of the contractor with the idea that the sex would be insane, but I would still be loyal to the contractor and want to be with him and the end of each day. By the end of the three months, he would supposedly trust me and we could be exclusive.

The weak-minded coward I was in that moment told him that wasn’t my style, but I’d think about it. I was afraid to tell someone like him no, even in a public place with mace. I went home and puked for about 10 minutes and then again in the middle of the night.

To this day and from hearing other stories, I fully believe this is what wealthy men with no boundaries are like. This is also a good time to remind you that military contracts are just another business that literally anyone with military familiarity and a specialized niche can run, but usually dealing in human lives and making jerks like this wealthy along the way.