John McAfee photographed at his home in Belize, November 2012. —Photo: Brian Finke
The guy who invented the world’s most annoying anti virus software is wanted for a murder in Belize. I think he’s got it backwards, don’t you usually murder someone, then go to Belize?
Wired: As Belizean police combed the property of expat antivirus pioneer John McAfee Sunday afternoon, McAfee was closer than they could have known. He’d seen them coming, and says he hid — burying himself in the sand with a cardboard box over his head so he could breathe. “It was extraordinarily uncomfortable,” he says. “But they will kill me if they find me.”
McAfee, 67, is the prime suspect in a murder discovered Sunday morning in Belize. Convinced that he’ll be killed if he’s taken into custody for questioning, the millionaire antivirus pioneer has gone into hiding somewhere in the Central American nation, where he moved in 2008 to retire. Starting at 10:30 this morning, Belize time, he has been calling to tell me his side of the story.
The homicide victim is McAfee’s neighbor, Gregory Faull, a 52-year-old American expatriate, who, like McAfee, lives on Ambergris Caye, an island off the coast of Belize. According to police, Faull was found face up in a pool of blood with a single gunshot wound to the back of his head. Authorities found a single Luger brand 9mm expended shell at the scene.
I’m sure these photos from a recent photo shoot are not going to do him any favours.
Anyone can go mad. But how you do depends on where you are.
A young Indian jute mill labourer takes a break from his work and goes to the toilet. He usually looks forward to these few minutes when he can relax and let go. But this time, he looks down to see something not at all relaxing— a smaller penis.
That night, he lays prostrate, arms crossed and eyes prised open by anxiety. When he wakes up, instead of seeing his penis back to normal size, as he had hoped, he sees that it is nearly gone. The stricken worker hurls himself into a pond, and does not move for 16 hours. His friends, whose genitalia have also started to shrink, join him one-by-one in the restorative soak.
Nineteen men in this West Bengali jute mill were temporarily struck by penis shrinking syndrome, or koro, according to a 2011 case study. Koro is a contagious disease in many Asian countries, and particularly so in China, where descriptions of the syndrome date back to 2,000 years ago and the cultural emphasis on reproduction and fertility provide rich soil for the penis-anxiety syndrome to grow and spread in epidemic proportions.
In the West, koro typically occurs on an individual basis. In some cases, the penis shrinks because of anxiety. In other cases, it simply remains its habitual size while its owner balloons in weight. This happened to one middle-aged Italian-American man whose growing obesity, schizophrenia and impotency created a panic that his penis was shrinking. Westerners tend to blame the shrinking syndrome on personal problems like drugs or see it as a part of another mental illness.
But even Western koro remains deeply influenced by social ideas of masculinity— inboxes are flooded with advertisements for penis-enhancing surgery, while virility pills and media images of the male body all bespeak a global culture obsessed with size and stamina.
Although koro changes its proportions in different places (from an epidemic in Asian cultures to individual affliction in Western cultures) one thing remains the same: the syndrome feeds off a popular cult of the penis, which glorifies reproductive potency and machismo to incredible lengths.
Pop Pop Bang is a collaboration between creative director Anna Burns and the photographer Thomas Brown. Through the use of various mediums the pair have curated an exhibition that explores the masculine world of B-Movies and juxtaposed it with the traditional British landscape. Using the themes of said movies – girls, guns and explosives – and twisting it against a very British backdrop these two challenge not only the premise of each subject but also the use of their chosen medias. The duo created a wall of umbrellas displaying elements of the classic B-Movie and located them within three landscapes – one being the forest, then London’s docklands and finally the grounds of Suffolk Manor house.