I'm currently living in a town that, unfortunately or not, gets a lot of visits from POTUS 44 and 45, and I've had to deal with the Secret Service boys in a professional capacity a number of times (I'm in a real douchebag's line of work). Having dealt with the agents who work the ropelines a number of times--and being an asshole that loves both guns and suits--I've always kept a close eye on their wardrobe and gear when up close to them. Obviously, they're called the "secret" service for a reason, but I've never been able to observe anything truly out of the ordinary on any of the line agents. Sidearm, spare magazines, walkie-talkie/earpiece, very nice suits (probably made in BKK), Gshock watches and rubber soled shoes, but nothing a standard federal agent wouldn't carry or wear. I know, they probably have enough covert machinery to kill off an entire elementary school stuffed up their coat sleeves, but trying my very best I couldn't see anything special.
Having also dealt with them in a semi-social capacity, however, what I did figure out is that the bulk of these dickheads--most of whom look like Hitler's wettest dream (tall, handsome, athletic, white)--are some of the biggest whore-mongering scumbags you'll ever meet. Think of horny fratboys on steroids, alpha male jocks with egos even bigger than the guy they're protecting. Seriously, once they're off the clock, there are only three things these boys want to do: EXERCISE, PARTY and then FUCK. And then fuck some more. And then have another drink and fuck some more. There were news accounts a few years back about the SS agents getting busted in Cartagena for throwing drunken ragers at cheap hotels with escorts, booze and blow and passing out in the hallways, and after meeting some of them I believe every word of those stories.
Yeah, I'll admit...I'm a little jealous. In another life I might've ended up as one of them. In another life.