Shack15 currently has one Yelp review (posted Sunday), which begins "Shack 15 is a game-changer." I promptly puked my guts out and did not read any further.
But there is plenty more puke-worthy language on Shack15's website. Calling the club a "place for founders, innovators, and changemakers," Shack15 says it is "where ideas go to breathe" and "a platform for genuine community throughout all stages of the entrepreneurial journey and a home for the exploration of extraordinary ideas."
The target demographic seems more akin to an exploration of how to lose extraordinary amounts of other people's money. But these "founders, innovators, and changemakers" might do well to remember the Museum of Ice Cream liquor license fiasco, where the quasi-museum was denied the license in no small part because they advertised serving alcohol before being granted a license. We'll see if these so-called "changemakers" can get the Board to change their apprehensiveness toward founders who start up shop without securing permits.
In the courtroom of the military commission, the CIA officer was referred to only by three-digit code NZ7, or simply as "the Preacher" -- a nickname he was given because of his peculiar way of terrorising detainees.
According to James Mitchell, a psychologist on contract to the CIA who helped draft and apply their "enhanced interrogation techniques", the Preacher "would at random times put one hand on the forehead of a detainee, raise the other high in the air, and in a deep Southern drawl say things like, 'Can you feel it, son? Can you feel the spirit moving down my arm, into your body?'"
Mitchell gave that chilling description in his memoir, Enhanced Interrogation, and on the witness stand on Thursday, he confirmed the Preacher's role at the CIA black sites. He was giving evidence at a pre-trial hearing in the case against five defendants charged for the 9/11 al-Qaida attacks, including the self-styled mastermind, Khalid Sheikh Mohammed.