Topher Lydon

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Peter has always been such a little engine of chaos. The mighty little man.

Awww poor West. haha

The Tudor Revival townhouse on Manor Avenue had completely ceased to be a home. It had been transformed, almost overnight, into a high-stakes, heavily fortified forward operating base. It was not the kind of war room Andrew Carter was accustomed to operating from. There were no sterile, windowless bunkers, no classified tactical maps projected onto digital whiteboards, and no operatives speaking in clipped, encrypted federal codes. No, this was a profoundly different kind of conflict entire

From what I understand, facilities like this, shut down, rebrand and reopen... so I hope the licensing from Utah get's stricter regulation.

Forgive the Google AI search summary, but it seemed the best to get across the threat of Broadmoor, ESPECIALLY to Homosexual boys at the time. (These are taken from my research notes when I was plotting the book) Historically, during the early 1950s, the UK was undergoing a massive, state-sanctioned crackdown on homosexuality under Home Secretary David Maxwell Fyfe, which led to a historic spike in arrests. [1, 2, 3, 4] Understanding how the British Medical Association (BMA) and institutions viewed gay men at the exact moment your story takes place provides crucial context: [1, 2] 1. Broadmoor as the "Exemplar" Threat In the early 1950s, the medical establishment was debating what to do with homosexual men. Remarkably, the British Medical Association actually recommended that "habitual" homosexual offenders should be institutionalised, and they explicitly pointed to Broadmoor as the model or "exemplar" facility where they believed "psychopathic" homosexuals should be sent. [1, 2] The "Infection" Fear: The medical community feared putting gay men in regular prisons because they worried they would "infect" the general inmate population. Sending them to a secure psychiatric facility like Broadmoor was seen by some hardline authorities as a way to quarantine the "disease"

Escape is difficult, the isolated area, plus the fact that many of them are considered prisoners. The local Police would not be sympathetic. It's going to take someone finally seeing Blackwater for what it is, and doing something. There are infamous accounts of prison riots accomplishing this, though the fate of the ringleaders is never kind. This is an era where Hanging is still, very much, a threat. And homosexuality is considered a mental illness... there are fates MUCH worse than Blackwater... Broadmoor for example. In 1950, it had just been renamed Broadmoor Institution (moving away from its original Victorian name, the "Broadmoor Criminal Lunatic Asylum"). The NHS had officially taken control in 1948, but the physical reality on the ground had not caught up to the healthcare ideals. [1] If you are writing about Broadmoor in 1950, these historical details will give your setting rich, gritty authenticity: 1. The Grim, Overcrowded Atmosphere Severe Overcrowding: The institution was in bad shape. It was chronically overcrowded, packing around 800 patients into a crumbling Victorian facility built for only 500. Patients routinely slept in corridors and day rooms. [1] Custodial Staff: The staff were not modern nurses. They were "custodial attendants" who wore strict, black prison-style uniforms and peaked caps. Security and containment completely overrode medical care. [1] The Ghost Town of Doctors: There was an extreme shortage of medical staff. For the 800 highly disturbed patients, there were fewer than two full-time psychiatrists on site. Clinical psychologists didn't even exist there yet (the first wasn't appointed until 1959). [1, 2] 2. Mid-Century Medical Treatments Psychiatry in 1950 was aggressive and largely experimental. Your characters would experience or witness: Early Chemical Restraints: Modern antipsychotics (like Chlorpromazine) weren't introduced until the mid-to-late 1950s. In 1950, sedation relied heavily on crude sedatives like paraldehyde (which had a terrible, distinct smell of rotting fruit) and heavy barbiturates. Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT): Unmodified ECT (administered without the muscle relaxants or anesthesia used today) was common, meaning patients experienced full-scale physical seizures. Insulin Coma Therapy: Patients were injected with massive doses of insulin to put them into a temporary coma, a practice believed at the time to "reset" the brain. Lobotomies: The prefrontal lobotomy was at its peak usage in the late 1940s and early 1950s for patients deemed uncontrollably violent or schizophrenic.

It's a weakness his enemies exploit. Much to Lisa's dismay. On the other hand, Andrew asking was the final push he needed.

Thanks you, as ever, to the readers 'cause this is a hard genre to get right, and you guys push us to get it right. Thank you for all your input, feedback, and likes

I am sorry.

XXXI. The "Advanced Study Group" met in the drafty chemistry lab at 2:00 PM, under a banner of totalitarian pedagogy that Mr. Vane would have saluted. To the man in the tower, watching through his telescope, it was a portrait of rehabilitative industry. Six boys, heads bent in penitent study, while Mr. Carter—sober, stern—chalked complex schematics on the blackboard. A lesson in moral chemistry, perhaps. The transformation of base elements into something pure. Inside the room,

The kind of trap that a man like Tanaka would devise. He can't do anything about mercenaries, and attacks in America, or Iraq. But the second they step foot on Canadian soil, the DDO will be waiting.

Juan was weird... like deeply weird. And without her, he simply didn't have the magic he needed.

Will cannot win, it's simple facts. Trembley said it well at the start of the book, Will is simply not ready and too young. He's pull the young vote, and the progressive vote from Dufresne, splitting his voter base. But he is going to burn all the political good will he's earned in doing it. He's going to look like an upstart, petulant child throwing a tantrum. But that's the point. will doesn't have to win, he just needs to stop Dufresne from winning.

So typically Will, extorting Andrew to get what he wants. "Yeah, you keep your secrets, doesn't matter 'cause now I have naming rights, so nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" :: Will sticking his tongue out like a juvenile.::

The Canadian Security Intelligence Service national headquarters, located rigidly in the east end of Ottawa, was a sprawling, brutalist fortress of glass, steel, and heavily reinforced concrete. It was an architectural manifestation of the agency itself: cold, impenetrable, and entirely devoid of human warmth. The building was designed to aggressively repel scrutiny, presenting a sterile, monolithic facade to the civilian world while housing the nation’s deepest, darkest, and most heavily classi

Oh he will get his.

speaking of a certain Mr. Merrick, I have plans for him once Andrew works out he's not as incapacitated as he's been pretending to be.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh Man I am slow

Lawyers are kinky man

for those interested, this article provides a striking look at one of these coastal forts. https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/abandoned-sea-fort-living-ruin-wales

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