Maybe it's because I've held a Top Secret security clearance once...

[MADem]

117. The boxes in the garage may have been an odd habit of the girlfriend.

Have a look at this video, and note the date it was posted. Unless they moved to Hawaii last year, ahead of his hiring by BAH, this would be in MD, I suppose.

Maybe she thought the boxes provided some privacy, or dampened down the noise? Or maybe she moved frequently enough to just keep the damn boxes, because she'd need them in a year or so?

This is the pole dancing girlfriend practicing in some garage. She is not a "gentleman's club" type of pole dancer, she keeps her clothes on. She is, apparently, an active member of a group that does this; they have competitions and shows and different categories and so forth. She's apparently not without talent--though I'll admit I have never heard of this emerging sport/art, it seems pretty clear from the variety of videos she has posted (and that others post as well) that this is a legitimate area of interest, and not a "nudge-wink" stripper thing.

What's also interesting is, looking at her blog (she's disabled access to it now but you can see some of it via cache: http://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:mKFPKgnvKVgJ:www.lsjourney.com/+&cd=10&hl=en&ct=clnk&gl=us&client=firefox-a ), she was stuck entertaining her "in laws" (as she called them; they were actually future in-laws, and now they're probably outlaws!) in a house she'd just moved into, that wasn't ready, and she had to run around with her hair on fire getting the place spiffied up for HIS relatives. And then he takes a powder and leaves her in the lurch. Here's her mid-May blog entries:

From the seventeenth, where she calls his relatives her "in-laws:"

I must bid you all adieu for a week. After a five hour flight delay I’m currently adventuring on a neighboring island’s gorgeous beaches and wild terrain. When I return to sunny Oahu I’ll have my hands full of in-laws. There’s only so much time one super hero can devote to chaos before she needs a break. And now is just that time. But before I run off into the land of wild, lush, and green; do you remember that one night I was a circus freak for a fancy high-priced event? Here’s a video of that magical evening — my debut adagio performance. See you all in June!

From the fifteenth--she's feeling some stress:

Alls well that ends well, right? My Hawaiian return has been less than paradisal. Unable to put up with my three day long stomach pain I dragged E on a couple hour adventure to an emergency after hours clinic. Where they told me to basically stop being a wuss and superhero up. Saturday started early (thanks jet lag and island birds) with a best friend reunion at a famously delicious spot. But before Chisel, Spotter, and I could enjoy our over-the-top pancakes I was involved in my first two-car collision. I say two car because prior to Saturday I’ve managed to damage my car all on my own. A very apologetic, pick-up truck wielding restaurateur ran his tow hitch into my back door. Determined to rekindle my aloha spirit, I went ahead with my weekend’s plans of pancakes, diving, and circus play. Diving ended up being snorkeling with a new underwater camera, but after the way the weekend started I was happy just to be in the water. With my flickering aloha spirit I endeavor to unpack this three bedroom house in two days time. Why two days? Well I’m island hoping the end of this week and E’s family gets into town the following. Throw in fixing my busted up car on top of it all and I could use a little luck with my to-do list the length of a majestic humpback whale.

Here's the May 10 entry where she also refers to "E's" family visiting. I feel very sorry for this young lady; she writes like a romance novelist half the time--it's a bit florid and off-putting--but no one deserves to get crapped on like she was:

Jet lag on top of being unwell, with a slice of unpacking pie makes for a stressed out L. Not only am I waking up with the sun like the farmer I never was, but my body has decided that it would rather be in days of pain for no apparent reason. Add in a little new house problems like my refrigerator leaking / leaving my food to sour. And maybe it’s understandable why I’d rather go back to bed and wake in a future where my body and house are no longer in disarray. I only wish it were that easy, but there is no rest for this super hero. In less than a week I need to have a functioning house ready for guests. E’s family will be visiting this island at the end of the month. But before they arrive I’ll be setting sail to adventure with friends on one of Hawaii’s other gorgeous islands. And that leaves me with no time at all to accomplish a million tasks while feeling terrible. It’s like someone swapped my task-busting tablets for zombie pills. With sleepless nights, incredible stomach pains, and a familiar cardboard sea; I could certainly use a reboot.

I find his conduct pretty shitty, frankly. You don't do that kind of stuff to people you claim that you care about. This woman went from being engaged to being the most famous 'dumped' girlfriend on the planet--and all because he didn't feel like flying to DC and taking a meeting with someone on one of the House/Senate Intel oversight committees. Which makes me wonder--did he want to fix this problem he said existed at NSA, or just blow shit up?

Still waiting for a shoe or ten to drop. I don't think we've gotten the whole story, here.