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Italian crooks use Skype to frustrate wiretaps

Walking Turtle
Coat

I for One Shan't Mind a Bit.

[grumble] Every Gummental Entity on Sweet Mother Earth shall be morally welcome (and no more than that, thank you!) to a verbatim transcript of every VOIP conversation I own (for I own them all) at the very moment that every last Gummental Entity on the planetary surface of this war-weary world PERMANENTLY STOPS STARTING AGGRESSIVE WARS OF CHOICE.

FOREVER.

Aggressive wars of choice were fingered @ Nuremburg, once, as "The Supreme International Crime". But in the "Allies'" Mad Rush to Mammon following Judgement at Nuremburg, well, mebbe someone just got drunk and forgot? (Mebbe a WHOLE LOT of "someones"?)

Fact: Until that aforementioned Heaven-blessed "NEVER AGAIN" moment takes place in c-space/time, my friends, "General Squarepants" and all his subservient spooks of the USDC Jurisdiction's NSA/CIA/etc/et al can all just EAGERLY KISS MY VERY OWN VERY VOIPY INDIGENOUS AMERICAN ASS very much indeed, thank you so very MODERATELY much! [/grumble]

They tap in on the phone-house end of all manner of Skype-to-landline/cellie/otherVOIP/etc convo hereaouts anywho. Just try speaking the truth from this one's Skype-equipped suite of the root causes of our current "Global Credit Freezeout on the US" or anything at all having to do with the Afghanistan Surge. Fort Meade, through which every voice call made in the US is apparently routed these days in defiance of all natural law and normal decency, robustly confirms the utterance's politically /outré/ accuracy by reliably forcing a Mysterious Disconnection™ on the spot.

Works for me every time, it do. Makes believers of others and stops all manner of bogus Nurse Ratched paranoia-theory argybargy from the other end of the convo cold in its tracks too... Makes for the odd laugh, too, at least for now. IBM gear was used to count all of Germany's Jews the last time out, this we already knew. On criking Hollerith punch-cards, no less... I digress.

Johnny Cash just finished doing "When the Man Comes 'Round" on the Internet radio, too.

So I just dial right back up and resume where we left off, mese'f. Criminal? Hmph. I report the nationally blacked-out REAL news to certain various interested peace-loving and self-actualized (also lowborn) human folk (and by proxy, yes, to their own associated parties here and there across the nation), is all. If the Maf' (Italian, Jewish, criking Romanian for all I care) don't call me onna' Skypephone every day, and on top of that tha' Big Capo don't buy just truckloads and shiploads of me very own handmade durable-jellied thin-section botanical-model glass flowers in exchange for fistfuls and suitcases of greenback dollahs, all paid in full like a pal over the Internet, what is that to me?

The plods are fishing for crime with loaded weapons. Our world in their barrel. Witches, they be hunting, because witches, being made of wood, both float and burn. So it has been said... Silly human race!

Coat: Check. Mine's the one with the part-filled-out Presidential and Congressional indictment complaints and petitions in the one pocket, and the Black Chopper Tracker Blocker blackbox gear in the other. Ta...

UK 'bad' pics ban to stretch?

Walking Turtle
Alert

Here are the Moral Gonads...

...that the emerging situation as-outlined clearly cries out for:

http://www.kopbusters.com

It's the running howto-laden and practical-minded re-start of Genuine Justice Done Right from Heaven that has arisen from the grass-roots of the Hell on Earth that Texas became from the deadly sneering Bush/Gonzalez malgovernance era forward. One pissed-off (because he is a Good Man at heart) plod's own Moral Compass was slammed up against the wall of a senseless, lawless and false-based drug conviction of an innocent young woman of his acquaintance; the officer himself has quite apparently indeed decided that enough is enough is enough. His make-um-right action is now online.

http://www.kopbusters.com <== Click here and REJOICE.

One could do worse than to follow the general line of action illustrated in practical plodbarassment tech there, I think. I also think a little correspondence is still possible. From the contactus page on-site:

Kopbusters

P.O. Box 809

Tyler, TX 75710

Phone: (01)1-903-841-0127

Email:i nfo@nevergetbusted.com

Hours: Noon - 8:00pm Central (US) Time, Tuesday-Friday

Find a sympathetic solicitor, my friends, and adapt the moves+tech as needed to fit a Brit legal framework nice and tight. Turn that Wacqui Jaquoff high-hand and all of its high-tech snoopy-tools against itself thereby forthwith!

Best get crackin'. That two-year timeframe for the full strangle-grip to throttle all life off the Island to corpse status that another commenter in this thread mentioned might be a bit generous, as it looks from here.

So who here wants to viddy on a man's house getting busted on a false-contrived warrant for Evil Pot when it's a really a couple of Devout Christmas Trees a-baskin' under the lights, while the live streaming cams just do their job right in realtime? Then why are you still reading this shite from ME?

http://www.kopbusters.com. Because some people still care for the Things that are True, and that is what SUSTAINS LIFE.

I do dearly hope that this tidbit helps. Civil Liberty is a terrible thing to waste while we still have a little of it.

US feds pull travel site offline after hacker break-in

Walking Turtle
Flame

Oh but rest assured that...

"no personal data was known to be compromised."

How much more fool-truthy and slipshod-shuffle can a blanket passive-voice past-tense false-face sootheover "assurance" ever be than that? By the ringing in me Third Ear as well as the stench in me Third Nostril, this is the selfsame bland passive Gummint voice that every so often tells us, "We have requested and received assurances from the government of Torturestan that the high-value detainee rendered thereunto for Robust Interrogation Tech Treatment will not be known to have been tortured." Like it "Never Happened".

They do it to everyone they can get away with doing it to. This time it is their own employees that the Overmen have punked. It is an abomination; the entire glossing-out practice should be wiped from the arse of the Earth forthwith. Gah.

Laptop facial recognition defeated by Photoshop

Walking Turtle
Linux

Comparison Shopper asks...

@ Anonymous Coward Posted Thursday 19th February 2009 14:07 GMT

> I wonder how this facial recognition compares with the "standard" logins like text passwords.

Poorly, as pointed up in the article early on. Um, is this your coat?

Asus dear, I love you honey, but your feet have started to stink. Gimme' me loggin'-in wi' an incomprehensible and non-guessable string o' gib'rish any day and leave the cam-play to the cam-girls, willye' just?

No such toy in ol' Tux's playroom so far - wouldn't use it if there were. Now, a proper open-source *voiceprint* login module - cor blimey, that'd be an improvement. It were "Speak friend and enter" that baffled ol' Gandalf the Greyhat all day long an' 'arf th' night too, wa'n't it?

Not that the Orcs Within much cared, as I remember. 'Ad their own not-sodding-authentic (but in is in) NSA-key all registered already, them 'orrid stinking beasts did. ORC: Only Really Crafty... But voice recog surely's more secure than any FR approach if it simply must be tricked-out, I think.

I also think the Amarok pkg already contains the core of that voice recognition engine. It's earning its minimal keep right now on my KDE desktop (while the Eternal Tibetan Temple Bells and Singing Bowl ensemble ambientizes me entire Secret Main Street Dangerous Research Laboratory) as an eyecandy "analyzer" item known as "Voiceprint" - I've played with its possibilities for years up in the ol' noggin's attic; always meant to break it out for authentication/forensic purposes of my own if ever needs be. (Oval tuit ain't round enuf yet, is all.)

Penguin mask loose-fitted o'er ol' Roger the Jolly. Arr-r-r.

College IT departments told to deploy anti-terror dragnet

Walking Turtle
Boffin

We Have Been Warned Before...

...on the Beeb, no less, back about 2001 or so.

Recommend a mass national re-viewing of the BBC's fine Adam Curtis documentary series, "The Power of Nightmares" to one and all worldwide. Once the mediocre-to-moronic and likely-inbred fuckwits whom we NEVER see in publick office ran out of ways to retain their quasi-hereditary and 'way over-princely overlordship positions in the Mammonite World by means of Harmless Nice Political Ideas, they themselves immediately turned to terrorizing all the Rest of Us right the fsck out of our everloving-though-vulnerable wits by any and all means available. These means clearly included of late a massive staged urban demolition the likes of which we had only seen on the "When Buildings Collapse" film afore. An innocent Brazilian man was also shot in the back of the head as "Counterterror Practice Drill" fodder, one odd-parsed truthy day in the Tube, as I remember?

But nobody remembers how that celebratory controlled-demolition-tech entertainment VHS cartridge just disappeared from the viddy-shops all over the lot right quick post-kerfluffle, do they, hm?

Wherefore I, Reverend C. Walking Turtle ______ (rules, y'know), being a duly ordained Minister of the Universal Life Church and in Continuous Good Standing besides, ever since a whole month afore that filthy Ninesey-'Levvensey Controlled Demolition Kerfluffle of everlasting infamy worldwide was done (for "Happened" is aught but a blinkered copout, yes it is), do hereby before Heaven and Humankind+dog alike exhort all I meet at all times every day in the following manner, and encourage all others to take up and do likewise starting from deep within their very own selves:

Increase the Peace.

Reverse the Curse.

Reject ALL Terror.

(You KNOW you WANT to.)

John 8:32 is Just All Right by ME!

Live that way for a few years (and insist that anyone running for office do likewise or no go Jack geddoutnow) and we can just watch, smiling a bit, as it all melts away like a bad dream's shadows come the dawn. IMHO certain elite 'n' IT-enabled hands really do need a bit more than a mere vultural biting-at... mustn't sit on our hands and just wait for them to just die.

In the US normal dissenting people like myself, one gathers post-Obamanation, are still tagged "Domestic Insurgent" and proactively databased every day in certain fanatical Pentagonal squarepants circles, you know. (All hail General SpongeBob of the NSA!) That is why we merkinz have now got a million+ of ourselves on the Patriot Terrist Witchlist and are thus prevented from flying to safety via commercial airways, y'know.

We dress like students. We dress like housewives. Or inna' suit-and-tie. It riles them to believe that we perceive the web they weave. Fukkum 'cause the joke in onnem' all to begin with anyway.

I for one think the Rothschild/Davos/Trilateral/Thule322/Bohemiangrove/etc crowd really DO hate our freedoms - why else would they all just keep chip-chip-chipping away at them (us too) and lying to us all about why they are so doing, year after year after sodding-me-granny year as they have, and still do to this day? Some few of that ilk clearly miss the robust rule of Old King John 'n the heady head-onna'-pike days that their ancestral forebears all enjoyed so bloodily much afore that famous and historic confrontation in the Royal hunting-field, that much is plain as day.

It'd be the Black Helicopter but for the fact that this is no drill. Utter terrorfraud, utterly convenient to the fat-bellied 'n' voracious terrorfraud warmaking racketeer/artistes who have by now got us to just by and large hand 'em the keys to the henhouse these days - and exactly as real as Hell on Earth's horrendous mammonite stench. This one has studied the Hegelian underbelly of our national leaders' planet-breaking ethos for thirty-odd years by now. Paid both the dues and the price for so doing, too, having been chased from nine villages already and occasionally quite savagely pursued by terrorfraud-induced others for my pains. (I write from Village Ten; it is much better here.)

Ergo the Boffin.

NB - The Power of Nightmares: Seek out and download. Burn, view, share, repeat. Share with less clueful loved ones. Ignore at own grave personal risk, one and all.

Houston justice system laid low by Conficker worm

Walking Turtle
Boffin

General Quarters, General Quarters.

This is NO DRILL. THIS is NO DRILL.

Suggest sending this article's URL as well as the prior one on OpenDNS filtering (see http://www.theregister.co.uk/2009/02/07/opendns_conficker_protection/) to every goggy-eyed dumbshit desktop-operating "VIRUS ALERT" email-sender known to Man. Just did that for one such party found a-forwardin' such trashola here in-house. Mebbe with a leetle more thoughtful public cooperation we might lend a hand a-stompin' the thang dead, one supposes.

Not that I am opposed to non-arrest policies where non-violent non-victimhood involving harmless tho' State-disapproved botanical materials and the like is concerned, of course. Ditto for non-moving City tickets. But that Court System is only a small part of the social safety network that Conficker puts at direct knockout risk... Oi veh yi crikey GAH!

Gee. Cheney, Perle and their entire filthy double-minded NeoCon Fat Bastard Devil Chorus are all *still* out to "drown the baby [of decent non-profit Constitution-based American government] in the bathtub", thus making more room for many, many more of their own "principles-driven" lawless grab-the-money fsck-the-poor NuLaborite ilk. So one must ask from a Complex Social Systems Analysis POV: "Is that possible connection from known destructors to known destruction actually Just Too Much Tinfoil, even at all?"

Not necessarily, this one finds. You decide too.

Smells just like another semi-controlled and highly systematic criminal Meal of Demolition with Hegelian Dialectic overtones for a bitter dessert, yes it does from here. What with the USDoD since roughly halfway into Iraq officially treating the Internet and All of Us who USE IT as The Enemy of FREEDOM®, what more efficiently deniable manner of destruction might there ever be to US social safety-net systems than this very manner of deniable assault? Just to "pull the plug" on the Internet as we know it would not fly even half so well; we all know that.

Only thing missing is the "Acts of Ghawd and Terrorism" clause in the Internet's Non-Existent Insurance Policy. No "Lucky Larry" Silverstein to collect big buck-a-dingdongs on the Internet's ever being murdered - or IS there such an one with a pocket full o' Internet-hostile 'n' uber-toxic Collateralized Debt Obligation derivative paper lurking in our midst, Hell-bent on making money on the forced disaster, No Matter The Cost?

Two words: "Twelve Monkeys". Worth renting in this context. A Bad Man, a Big Plan, a wee cheap 'n' 'armless USB stick, a non-attended Federal Dilbert Cube... Plenty of all the above for all to combine at leisure. Just pick your department and here we go again!

Then hey presto oopsie oh well Just Get Over It goes the soft-shoe soft-soap greasy-heeled USDC Jurisdiction's PR shuffle. But there amid the media lies goes all our elder folks' Social Security off to Wall Street (If that) "at last!" per Karl Rove's public declaration, and we all have by then just been given one more bit of a drowned baby for the knacker's lot... Such a gift as this manner of giving always gives, we know from Recent History, oh yes we do!

Fact: The Mayan calendar's 2012 endpoint now seems more convincing every day. But The Boffin with a broad-based brief under his arm, it shall be today. I'd go with the Black Helicopter, but I for one am quite sure that there has been far too much of that precise sort of Disaster Capitalism-driven systems demolition as mentioned above done already of recent years for that one to fly much longer.

Unpatched web vulns turn internet into drive-by warzone

Walking Turtle
Pirate

Grand Theft a la Mode

"Grant Theft Robo", mebbe li'l more like?

Intel plucks power from TV signals

Walking Turtle
Boffin

Well actually,

Kindly refer to the works of Dr. T. Henry Moray (whose sons live yet today) via The Googles for more "FREE"(wellsorta') resonant-energy insight. Moray's mysterious tho well-witnessed Amazing Electric Breadbox appears, from the released-to-Web bits, to have been a small standard-issue Tesla Coil hooked up in the *stepdown* configuration, having been carefully tuned to a certain fundamental frequency at which Nikola Tesla Himself did mathematically and otherwise predict the net effect.

Antenna, coil-structure, breadbox, ground. A wee bit of what looks like a crude-though-functional Germanium device hooked up at three points inside the box, for managing the self-amplification feedback. Maybe a wee capacitor for control element coupling. A variable cap for fine-tuning the rig. A spring-return switch for kick-starting the device, inserted on the primary (many-turns) side as I reckon it. Little more than that.

Drive the stake and string the wire up in the air. Then pile on all the load you want, so long as it is resistive in nature. After all, it's merely a critically tuned Tesla Coil operating at its own natural full-resonant frequency only in *stepdown* mode.

Yes. Indeed yes.

So has anyone who is maths-enabled (for alack, I am sadly otherwise) yet calc'd that mission-critical fundamental frequency? Please publish it in the thread, if and when ever so! I think we're all in need of a bit more 'leccy these days. Especially when "too cheap to meter" and "EASY to build!" both looms their seductious visages in tandem, hm?

Agents o'Gummint smashed Dr. Moray's lab just as Agents o'Medicine did Dr. Rife's lab, Back in the Day, y'know. Comms are much better these days, though. There is still safety in numbers too. Let's bust this one wide open and get ourselves and our loved ones off the Westinghouse-model grid straightaway, shall we not just right quick?

Not stranger than science. Merely strange science, is all. Strange as in Officially Forbidden, but sod all that rubbish; the Dirty Nukes'll eat our entire genome alive and forever if we fail to provide our species with better and right snappy at that. For the greatest part, though, this Moray gear is aught but Hammer Mechanic Science Fair tech.

The Boffin, 'cause I do very much need one for that maths bit. Got exactly everything else necessary already on hand. Anyone got that base frequency calc'd yet?

Nanotech researchers create the world's smallest writing

Walking Turtle
Paris Hilton

Free Will is clearly...

...but a mere single quantum level removed from this remarkable NeusTech. From here where I sit, one can for all intents and purposes plainly see (for lo and behold, I have made mese'f very small today) exactly as many holy angels as *want* to do so, just a-dancin' on the head of that hospitable host pin's head.

Lovely sight; lovely song too. (Full quad stereo and then some). Most excellent company indeed, all in all. Tea?

Tiny Dancer Paris. Of course, she isn't really /that/ small. But I rather expect Her Angelick Divinity dances right lovely anyway, even while holding the very pincushion of recent connoted reference ever so lightly, brightly and with full evanescent beauty in her tiny lovely rhythmically undulating hand. (Aahh-h-h. Nice.)

So what do angels dancing on the head of a pin actually wear? Try a spot of this very nice tea, and see!

Sun taps ex-Merrill, ex-Fannie Mae exec for board

Walking Turtle
Boffin

In Search of Due Diligence

"You can't judge people simply by the organizations they work for. "

Work[ed] for, mebbe is more like?

Ah but the manifest results of that work... A rather different kettle of very schmellie fish, that. The prior El Reg article, "101 uses for a former merchant banker" and comments following still apply, I think. Newcomers, see URL

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2008/12/29/economic_models_and_upturns/

for a quick background briefing. Likewise the comments that follow. Greed-driven Perpetual Revolution Machine, thin-sliced crispy biffy tile jobs and all..

Um, I can't watch your backs, Sun Inc. You best do that in spades, I think. Those guys' former orgs if not them mugs themselves sure did have a firm 'n' authoritative participating hand in the high-hyped pie-flyin' Globalized Bancasino Ponzi-go-'Round and all its derivatives-derived wholesale robbing of America+World+dog blind in concert with certain ever-larcenous Bush famiglia et associata, now did they not just? Exited with nice fat golden parachutes carved out of your hide and mine, not entirely unlike lampshades only bigger, now did they not just?

Mebbe they'll do for tech-level decision-making(?), but I for one'd sure keep 'em both out of the Comptroller's office and far, far away from anything that even remotely resembles any manner of stock trading thereabouts, at all. Yessirree I would. Jus don' geev them no steenking tehrminals even especially with No Mouse, is best safety for all, I theenk, señors y señoras...

Um, has that fine Sun corporate HQ building got steam heat? It takes a strong man to manage live steam. Non-faulty intelligence is a necessity in that capacity, although the overwhelming tendency since the dawn of industry has been to place the laziest and most drunken ones on duty down there.

Mebbe they can work their way from the Boiler Room into the Mail Room, in time. If the blowdown schedule on them hypothetical boilers is faithfully and genuinely observed. But the self-destruct potential sure has been proved... Indeed, are they both really that honest and straight-up?

What makes those two so worthy anyway? Have we in America no fresh faces at the ready, the better to indoctrinate in the Enduring (eg non-bubble-ized) Way to Do Things? With non-Chicago School finance/econ/bizness degrees? Less like Friedman and more like Drucker already? The model those two apparently grew up 'n' graduated to perpetrate on us all is dead, Dead, DEAD.

Fact: Even the front-line Alumni Services receptionist at my own alma mater knows this, these days. We enjoyed a couple of wry chuckles together this morning on the phone when I re-established friendly contact, following the prior truthspeaking-driven thirty-three year Heretic's Exile from Econ 101.

Not making that up. Couldn't.

The Boffin. Because this long-walking one was indeed correct under Heaven in the first place, before frosh and prof alike. Due Diligence in all things, O Mighty Sun!

DARPA seeks Transformer helicopters

Walking Turtle
Gates Horns

Fine physics in theory,

but perhaps a tad bit socipolitically inexpedient, methinks.

@ Matt Bryant: "A simpler idea would be to make the blades partially fold midlength into an L-shape, reducing the rotor diameter without as much of a reduction in lift."

Faultless theoretical design physics no doubt, although the thought of the aggregate mechanical leverage that would inescapably emerge at the mid-rotor swivel joints scares me even more than the idea of those extensible blades (and all those gun-thingies) already do.

But even so, some of us merkin kids of my oddly-indoctrinated youth's day indeed would pencil-draw choppers like that (fighter plane props too) as diversion in the classroom. But as an entirely acceptable MIL-spec craft, to any of us who live this side of WWII, all recent merkin+Judah reversions to type notwithstanding? Of that, this one is not so sure. (Sure ain't cohen nor kasrut' neither imho per recent Strip-regional assault+BBC-denial nudge nudge saynomore.)

Mebbe a "Magen David" rotor design with axially variable angular relation 'tween the twin-opposed interlaced triangles? ("Best see that Holy Thing set right once you touch her down, Soldier!") Might indeed sound a bit different in the air. Might whine distinctively...

Either way, though: What with all four of the pilot's limbs being kept quite busy as they non-avoidably are in flight, I for one would not be so very surprised if one handheld control or the other in any such fell beast of the skies ends up resembling a lovely manhand-sized MIL-spec menorah nudge-nudge saynomore...

So many unfulfilled nakbahs, so little unbooked time... Oi crikety veh. (Urk. Gah.)

Better now.

Adobe claims Apple 'collaboration' on iPhone Flash

Walking Turtle
Linux

Ball? Check. Court? Check. Delivery... Hm.

"The ball is in our court," he said. "The onus is on us to deliver."

Deliver? Indeed. Um, hah can ye have yer puddin' when ye've naht hahd yer MEAT, laddie-buck?

Mebbe the hubris of Redmond be full on ye @ Cair Adobos, it doth appear. First things first, y'know. Mebbe iffen yer code-lurvin' Adobeheads'd just first learn to write a non-leaky, full-function, *stable*, compact and otherwise generally reliable Linux version of their otherwise very fine Flash player, the lessons learned therein might just carry straight on over into iTinyWorld and all would be well? But a company that can consistently make Linux/KDE's Konqui browser look like a bad actor, how might such a company ever reliably provide any such thing only of lasting merit to Apple Herself, indeed without reliably making the iPhone look bad (ok, worse) too?

Konqui ain't crashin'. Libflashplayer.so et al sure does fine for that action, though.

Dozens of live-CD+mirror system installs I have done over five years' span. Full patches, right proper firewalling, antivirus etc and all. Handbuilt from scratch and a shop-standard package list. All reliably holds up just dandy at first, just like a well-crafted time bomb.

No matter the hardware (I have several different in my own wee lab), Linux Flash Player inevitably breaks - a few days to several weeks (at most and not so very often to last that long) down the line. Holds a desktop suite slap-bam back right smart, it does. Not like with Windows or for that matter Firefox on Linux. One rather large PITA re the Konqueror and wot's really up wi' that action, anywho?

Do it for free until what you do is at last actually worth money, AdobeLads! That is how I made my way and created my own niche in this world; might you guys be so very different for bein' corpy and all? From the outside looking in, I think Team KDE has done all it can without indeed violating your own precious giveaway patents, yes I do.

To be fair, surely there just likely might be many very complicated mitigating development factors not reflected in this mine humble tho' frustrated commentary, to be sure. So what at the end of the day in Compiler Hell really are the actual issues with it all, hm?

Seriously. One who would understand the whole schlemazel is asking in public.

Right on cue as I wrap this up: "The application unknown (nspluginviewer) crashed and caused the signal 11 (SIGSEGV)..." My email still works reliably, though. Who viewing here wants the backtrace afore I clear the clipboard?

Com. PDQ. At. Comcast. Dot. Net. is mine. Gets checked regularly.

My first Penguin. Thank'ee for that distinct honor, Adobe Corporation! :)

Arizona Super Bowl fans cop eyeful of todger

Walking Turtle
Coat

Not to worry...

It's only Neo jacking-in again... Agent Smith'll be along presently to sort it.

Mine's the one with the brand-new cellphone in the pocket. Still works dandy; only been dropped once.

Experian sends 'cheap' Lord a-leaping

Walking Turtle

Toward De-Ratchedizing the World:

@ Martin Reed Posted Friday 30th January 2009 16:52 GMT

> Nurse, the screens and the really big needle!

[Emerging from the nearby Trauma-Sensitive Transmat pod, cleverly disguised as an ordinary tho' somewhat large pot of petunias]

In order to do psychiatric and psychopharmaceutical violence to this whole-hearted one for exactly what reason? And on the authority of WHOM, pray tell? It'd mebbe make for a right funny 'toon but for the MKUltra/BlueBird overtones, really.

My point: I, for one, am already pre-Ratchedized. No victim here; merely one hard-hammered survivor of an awful lot of that manner of hammering, and in no mood to lay John 8:32 low at all, ever.

amanfromMars is spot on, Mate.

Fact: As of late 2008 on through to the present day I finally get to wrap up a hard-hit thirty-odd year stint spent flapping my gums in the face of any and all who might conceivably hear out even a bare concept re the fundamental perversity of the reagaN/thatcheR/friedmaN false-framed model of all manner of lassez-faire "Deregulated Free Market" economic and business sense and practice in this world, "Pay for Play" Factor and all. As the world grew increasingly flawless (for the lawless), I just kept on describing the ongoing Phorbidden Phenomenon with creative phrasing and constructs well-adapted to succinctly and transparently delineating the Ancient Abomination that now threatens to swallow us all (me too) whole.

Not entirely unlike our amanfromMars.

My temporal reward, until most recently, fell spot-on along similar lines to what you and Dirty Nurse Ratched apparently still have in mind for our honored interplanetary guest and evident benefactor. (shame.) But really, that whole range and entire manner of pharma/psyop nutjobbing + tinfoiling of our most precious national resource of all (the honest, self-actualized, liberated and accurately perceptive human mind; it is irreplaceable) is just soooo Nineties!

Now kindly do open the ears; put one to the ground and listen closely. The dull backdrop of rhythmic thudding sounds you hear are not yet Tribal Indigenous Worldwide War Drums. Today they are mostly due to the natural life-cycle of multitiered Ponzi-Go-Round National Financial Structures. They are today (oh but only just a mere few so far, today, yes, and the point is...?) collapsing pancake-style and heading straight down at near-freefall speeds toward the basement.

More sadly, as some few already have discovered, that hollowed-out Global Economic System's basement is deeply flooded 'cause even cheap China-made pumps of such mammoth capacity range cost good money. Money, my friend, that "THEY" swore up and down that "THEY" (whozat'they'uvyours?", some fool butts in; duly ignored) ) swore up and down ALL OVER the Telly-Vision every day that THEY "NEEDED" (like a strung-out heroin addict swears; same tone and phrasing; match 'em up!) so as to "INVESTmoreINVESTmoreINVESTmore!").

Ergo, in due course and season, Iceland. Now, THERE we had WAR DRUMS.

The screams? Oh those. Apart from all us Normal People with normal sound minds (though by State fiat duly sore injured) who have been by now robbed, burned and crushed (or are in the process of being so slaughtered, as taxpayers always are by the classic model), it's the greedy corpy Scheissters and their ermine-flaunting Enabler-Class "Gatekeeper"(FNORD! They BURNED the PLANKS and SOLD the very HINGES!) scum,

Yup. It's nothng but Bushwack-y Ponzi Operators Gone Bust. And dragging you and myself and even amanfromMars down down down along with their own criminally impunitive <I>tuchus</i>.

"Oh, but a mere additional 187 tra-la-dillion fresh-minted quatloos from YOUR MINT will surely probably stop all the unpleasantlness... WE shall platform-ize and hypothecate YOUR MONEY (erm, our Wealth Creation, that is) yet again and you too shall have a bit o' dosh from our lily-white (under the muck) hands next, this time for certain, yessss... Oh that "Productivity" matter and "Intrinsic Value" thingie, yassss...

You can certainly just harness your dogs and pigs (oh I meant workers and the police who supervise that abject horde, excuse me) on the cheap now, thanks to Creative Finance and New Instant Bits-on-a-Disk, to grub up a Fresh New Batch of Truffles from amid Mother Earth's living bowels; all the better with which to replace your Normal Bizness Costs after I who am Bankster "Big Boy" Bagman nip safely away, back to Davos... Now pay up."

Not mumbling: "BIG BOY DID IT." Oh Mister Tracy! Paging Officer Tracy!

Hang the whole usurious derivatives-drunken lot. With 'em, all the sold-out PhD+MD Freudian shrink-o-mat hoodwinksters who indeed gladly took normal sensible folks' money to force the Big Lie down every perceptive situational-dystonic throat. See the classic BBC documentary "Century of the Self" for details in depth. Also "The Power of Nightmares" from the same source.

Google and be amazed.

I, for one, heartily WELCOME all our Martian friends as well as all other off-worldly Benevolent NonViolent OverLords to this earth AND to my immediate vicinity. Best company of all, one finds. Beats ones' ever submitting to the tender graces and mercies of our incipient homegrown Reptilian Horde and all who share the Oleander Jungle with 'em, hands down, all day long.

:)

Boffins: Blue light kills MRSA 'superbugs'

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Rife + Force + Fraud

@ Royal RIfe didn't. By Adrian Midgley Posted Saturday 31st January 2009 19:15 GMT:

"And the claims made about him [Dr. Royal Rife, MD] and gadgets bearing his name are bunkum, quackery and the search for profit from the gullible."

No doubt re the quackery+bunkum factor Out There, my friend. Even so, there still are those fascinating frequency charts from the original research to be perused at thoughtful leisure. Also there's this bit of surviving fillum that can be viewed online these days; the microbe does indeed burst apart as described by others here. I, for one, have been bitten by me own dogma a time or three afore. So outright rejection of the Rife hypothesis is not in my inventory today, thank you.

Fact: Any full-featured Linux suite one might name contains adequate frequency/waveform generation softwares with which to undertake a proper re-opening of Dr. Rife's dropped case. LADSPA, QSynth and JACK all have interestingly task-appropriate descriptions attached to them. I shall start there once I at last obtain the necessary "'Round Tuit".

In plain fact, I think for myself re these "unproven" thingies - Rife's tech is not the only item on The List. It does not matter to myself what assertions may these days be made by anyone whose POV just might have been influenced by the all-pervasive media-drumming of commercial interests such as the American Medical Association, pharma, etc to the contrary re the controversial effectiveness of the basic tech; in absence of trustworthy verified indy-generated lab data, my own "idiotic" suspicion of actual vested-interest fraud (the force that was unleashed against Dr. Rife by the Bigg'uns was shattering, to be sure) remains unscathed.

Aside: amanfromMars: You with me on this?

Sooner or later, in my own copious spare time, I for one shall in due course arrange the appropriate output from the sound card of the ol' Linux box. (One gathers from what's aprently left of the shattered Rife research-bits online that full +/- A/C square-wave 'leccy might work best.) From that point, the gear be aught but a good old-fashioned ~100-volt dry cell battery (a dozen snap-terminal nine-volters'll do right well), a proper and appropriately biased wee series-connected switching-transistor hook-up, a ~100K-ohm current-limiting resistor for the probe, six to eight feet of signal wire, and a simple hand-held probe (a Biro casing'll do for the housing) in order to proceed immediately to practical testing.

But why the determination to proceed? Something I read, of course. Something authoritative that appeared before my wondering eyes somewhere Webside, some few ongoing short years ago.

Now, this initial input to me own planet-sized brain appeared long before my being clued to the Rife resonance theory by an interested family member several years back now. It had to do with a "new treatment" for tooth decay that Canadian Health Service dentists were reported to be implementing full-scale at that moment. It was said to work by means of some manner of mysterious "Special Probe Apparatus" (or words to that effect) that was clearly (by what the apparently US-authored article Left Conspicuously Out) never ever at all to be employed by anyone doing dentistry in the mercury-lovin' US of Artifice, No Matter What.

Quasi-informative, pro-grade breathless and just a hint of sneer, I realized on "zooming out" a bit. The tech itself was being treated to the Media Ridicule Protocols of the Learned Elders of Murdoch, in other words. "Foolish Canuck Socialized Dentists" was the underlying tone. Bad monkeys all, them Murdochians. Stink-O!

Well, having learnt a year and a half after that hack-job article that US-resident vested commercial interests had indeed pro-actively and criminally destroyed both Rife's lab and his career, hi-def microscope, reputation and all, who can live in denial of the evidence of that manner of tech's actual effectiveness, rare and thin though that evidence may indeed be? So how much of a fool must I be in order to distrust much if not all of the AMA's position on the matter?

The "Unproven Technology" line is easily believed, of course. The rest of the twisty shrieking is rather suspect to my own reasonably open mind. But Nature and Science are kind to me today! Here is why I assert this:

Since me own teeth are now in such an advanced state of decay due to the effects of having lived most of my retired life on the lower level of the US "Two-Tier Health Care System" ("Take an aspirin, shed two tears and get over it!"), I have every reason to expect that my own constantly rotting mouth parts will serve quite well indeed in the prototype testing phase.

Why the fsck not? There is no dentist within my budget's reach anyway. The tech is billed as an essentially non-contact electrostatic-driven resonance effect from the start. So I cap the cut end of the signal delivery wire afore potting it up in the epoxy-cemented probe handle. So where is the risk of any self-harm here at all, hm? :)

Promise: I'll reliably let on in a future El Reg forum once I am personally satisfied that the results are well in hand. Results shall be repeatably verifiable etc per standard lab research protocols and discipline. (I can do that.) In vitro and in vivo too. The necessary optical microscope is already a short walk nearby. Cameras, now them I got-ze in hand. Adapters 'tween the two are no big deal at all.

No single suitable icon for this. It'd have to be Boffin+Penguin+Black Helicopter+JollyRoger, at the very least. Plus the fellow with the halo, and the heart too; also the Grey Guy... Oh yeah.

I'll get me coat now. :)

Obama reverses Dubya's tailpipe emissions

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Coat

Oops.

That above is what I get for running two different browsers on the same fine site. Erm, no, nothing actually died, and I can't blame the cat. My gooph.

Coat..? Check.

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@TeeCee: Choose Your Default Browser Here:

@ TeeCee Posted Thursday 29th January 2009 08:38 GMT

"If you want a real target here, try a few of the Linux distros with FF installed and KDE as the desktop and see how many times Konqueror sets off into web land rather than handing over gracefully to the browser of choice......"

Per Mandriva 2009.0 and KDE 3.5.10 (but going a few years back from that; it was no different then), here's the GUI solution, my friend:

Kmenu > Tools > System Tools > Configure Your Desktop pulls up the configgerator.

Then System Settings > Default Applications > Web browser puts in in the face.

Mine's set for Konqueror @ the mo'. But if I really want FF, Galeon or any of I forget how many others, of all I loaded up with Just In Case One Dies Someday (or I Want To Try Something Completely Different, Lynx included), I can just fire up that fine KDE rejiggerer-thingie, go to the Right Place (although many in the US just HATE reading ANYTHING, no matter how succinctly informative), then click the handydandy LOWER of the two radio buttons so as to make for free choice (thus overriding the default). Next it is merely to key the appropriate browsername + miscellaneous %syntax% stringie-bits into the string-gadget (so called 'cuz Amiga runs deep in me soul) that is indeed quite thoughtfully provided.

There is no trouble in my world with this approach. I like it because it works, idiotech-y tho' typing a line of invocation may seem to some. (Next version might just present an array of icons, one for each user-installed and thus available browser, for all I know.)

So: I can enjoy the best of 'em all, default to the one I like best, and swap that one out for any other on Earth at will - as default or whim, depending. Life is sweet. So is this-here "K"-brand desktop environment.

The which need not even run atop Linux. - <gasp> -

Ayup. I read a few months back of a KDE3.x-for-Windows release available for free download, too. I dunno any more than that; I keep strictly to Linux for me health's sake.

The license fee for the Redmond product is well beyond my frayed-out shoestring money+time budget, y'see, Guv, as are the solicitor's fee structure and corpy-lawful Court-imposable penalties (on top of that) for getting caught out with a non-registered Windows installation; better to be penguin-safe than crim-dodgy and worried sick all day+night long. Also, the relatively virus-free aspect of such a tricked-out Web-cruiser box is very good indeed.

So I dunno' fer sure re KDE-for-Windows, but I reckon it's prolly fair decent at least. I would expect the range of browser choice I enjoy on the Linux platform's prolly there in the Windows version too.

At least the updates and patches have proved reliably timely on my end; I'd be deeply surprised if Team KDE ever slacked on that aspect regardless of the target O/S. 0{;-)o<

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Coat

'Twas not always thus...

Aaron Hart Posted Tuesday 27th January 2009 17:46 GMT

"It was and is just not possible to have a mass trans system to cope with the distances needed."

My friend, kindly look up one key phrase: "Interurban Transport System". Many rather large and sprawled-out regions of the world do employ them to this day.

Sadly, Goodyear Tire and Rubber had forced rubber-tyre'd buses onto US city streets (and gladly torn out the old Interurban Transport System's tracks for free to clinch the city bus contracts, I was informed much later) by the time I was born. But by me sainted Poppa's account, at one point in his own youth up to about the mid-1920's or early '30s, one could indeed pack a bag lunch (or several, depending) and ride at leisure pretty much from NYC to DC (Boston, Baltimore and all) by electric-driven semi-open-car Interurban rail, with stops in every major burg along the way. The system at her peak extended, I am told, as far inland as Chicago, Green Bay, Indianapolis, Akron and Cincinnati OH plus Louisville, KY too on her own spur; indeed pretty much the lot of US cities east of the Mississippi River were at one point tied together with cars running every couple of hours at worst.

For a quarter or less, depending. With unlimited transfers from any City-owned line to any other. So does this style of life seem interesting to you?

Irrelevant Related Item: My momma's poppa actually had a hand in building the electrical propulsion systems these now-destroyed-"forever" vehicles employed out Illinois way, I gather from crumbling family documents and related memories that Few Today Want to Even Know About®.

Hey, even accounting for the Bush-whacked US currency's inflation and general national hollowing-out of recent tortuous days, that prior approach spells S-E-R-V-I-C-E just fine by my own lights. Those stubby-lookin', thirty-passenger DC-self-propelled trolley-wire-fed light rail vehicles might have been a tad bit jolt-y and meagerly heated, not to mention the inefficiencies imposed by field coils in the traction units (Co/Sm permag motors solve that one) and resistive speed control strongly resembling the kit of any Cushman golfers' cart (pulse-width modulation is indeed far superior) - but they reliably got one there in one piece at thirty to forty-five MPH, and (with proper trip planning) right on time.

One can hardly find that degree of interconnectedness in US public land transpo at all, these days. Air ain't always much better, either, I gather. Amtrak? OK so far as she goes... Yes, I like rail transport just fine.

Item: Those old interurban lines were apparently treated as City-owned public utilities while still in operation. Cities tended to own their own steam-driven central generating plants with somewhat abundant overcapacity Back Then, too. Corporate greed and indifference to prevailing human factors plus nationwide collusion @ City Hall effectively killed it all off, though. Now many of the former ITS railbeds have become bike paths and nature trails too, which is at least something of an enduring legacy on a nice summer's day in these parts.

Gee, today's wind-farms run just fine on desolate ground too, now don't they just? Let banks of decently sized fifty-year-service-life Ni/Fe/NaOH-electrolyte batteries be housed along the route, and hey presto there goes the ol' DC line-drop factor right into its proper submission to intelligently informed human will! So what IS the Big Problem with such things as these, these days, anyway, folks?

Folk sure did some grand things wi' a li'l spot o' 'leccy in them days, Sonny... But now it has been nigh onto five generations of Continuous Corporate Progress with Minimal Quality of Life Improvement, although at great gross cash-in-coffers profit over the fraud+PR-driven "Business Cycle". Nobody born anywhere close to half-past-yesterday could be justly blamed for not being entirely aware of such an "extincted" inter-civic achievement as that corpy-murdered transpo' network sure was.

But so cluing others is a decent part of what us Funny-Hatted Curmudgeons of this world are still here for. Here's to ya, Kid. (drains pint)

Now I'll get me coat. Mine's the one with the time-yellowed hardcover copy of Mr. Robert McClosky's childrens' classic, "Henry Huggins and the Donut Machine", which as a sidebar to the main plot (by way of the Nickel Jukebox) provides its every reader with a delightful earworm of a ditty-chant dating from the exact Period in Question:

"When you punch, Brothers, punch with care! Punch in the presence of the Pass-en-jare! A BLUE trip slip for a two-cent fare! A PINK trip slip for a ten-cent fare! A GREEN trip slip for a two-bit fare! So when you punch, Brothers, punch with care! Punch in the presence of the Pass-en-jare!"

jammed into the left-hand pocket for ready reference.

So: Mission accomplished re the delivery of that wee non-faulty humint/history payload, at any rate. Enjoy the rethink and take up accordingly, my friend! I'd like to be at a certain sort of ribbon-cutting afore I leave the planet, yessirree I would.

Ah. There she is. With a wee Serpollet triple-expansion three-stack 120-degree single-crank-journal steam en-jine model still in running condition gently nestled in the right-hand pocket as well; that low-tech long-distance kit's still safe as can be and just as easy to build, too. G'nite f'now!

Digital Britain: A tax, a quango and ISP snooping

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Pirate

Classic.

Per Beatles lyric on sing365.com (and yes, I owned the vinyl Back Then; wish I still did sometimes):

1,2,3,4,1,2

Let me tell you how it will be,

There’s one for you, nineteen for me,

‘Cos I’m the Taxman,

Yeah, I’m the Taxman.

Should five per cent appear too small,

Be thankful I don’t take it all.

‘Cos I’m the Taxman,

Yeah yeah, I’m the Taxman.

(If you drive a car car), I’ll tax the street,

(If you try to sit sit), I’ll tax your seat,

(If you get too cold cold), I’ll tax the heat,

(If you take a walk walk), I’ll tax your feet.

Taxman.

‘Cos I’m the Taxman,

Yeah, I’m the Taxman.

Don’t ask me what I want it for

(Ah Ah! Mister Wilson!)

If you don’t want to pay some more

(Ah Ah! Mister Heath!),

‘Cos I’m the Taxman,

Yeeeah, I’m the Taxman.

Now my advice for those who die, (Taxman!)

Declare the pennies on your eyes, (Taxman!)

‘Cos I’m the Taxman,

Yeah, I’m the Taxman.

And you’re working for no-one but me,

(Taxman).

Apart from the shortened memories, it appears there is clearly nothing new in this present situation. Over here across the Pons, of course, they still do full cavity searches on 12-year-old girls caught downloading the "Barney Theme" from the intarnets, apparently still to this day with Chief Bush-Justice(FNORD!) Roberts' full avid "didya' rillygettit onfillum? Lemmeseeit... settitup... ohnice... <zip> ohyeah..." approval.

Behavior mod, thassit. "Honey, if you really do download that song like I see you are just about to, then four huge black SUVs full of bad men dressed in black with earpieces stapled to their heads at taxpayer expense will come breaking into our house with guns and take away the computer, put their dirty fingers into every lovely hole in your little body for hours on end, film the entire raid with their Government-issue videocams, and just proceed to do everything in their power to make certain you remember that horrible day for the rest of your crippled-down little half-life." "Oh! Now I understand about copyright! Thank you so much, Mommy, I'll not download that song after all, then!"

Child-molestin' porngrubbin' snuff-filmin' top-down wanktards, that bloody cack-handed lot all surely be, arrrr-rr-r. Same as always, the inspired human being who first created the lyric in the first place still gets zilch.

EC will force users to pick a Windows browser, says Microsoft

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@TeeCee: Choose Your Default Browser Here:

@ TeeCee Posted Thursday 29th January 2009 08:38 GMT

"If you want a real target here, try a few of the Linux distros with FF installed and KDE as the desktop and see how many times Konqueror sets off into web land rather than handing over gracefully to the browser of choice......"

Per Mandriva 2009.0 and KDE 3.5.10 (but going a few years back from that; it was no different then), here's the GUI solution, my friend:

Kmenu > Tools > System Tools > Configure Your Desktop pulls up the configgerator.

Then System Settings > Default Applications > Web browser puts in in the face.

Mine's set for Konqueror @ the mo'. But if I really want FF, Galeon or any of I forget how many others, of all I loaded up with Just In Case One Dies Someday (or I Want To Try Something Completely Different, Lynx included), I can just fire up that fine KDE rejiggerer-thingie, go to the Right Place (although many in the US just HATE reading ANYTHING, no matter how succinctly informative), then click the handydandy LOWER of the two radio buttons so as to make for free choice (thus overriding the default). Next it is merely to key the appropriate browsername + miscellaneous %syntax% stringie-bits into the string-gadget (so called 'cuz Amiga runs deep in me soul) that is indeed quite thoughtfully provided.

There is no trouble in my world with this approach. I like it because it works, idiotech-y tho' typing a line of invocation may seem to some. (Next version might just present an array of icons, one for each user-installed and thus available browser, for all I know.)

So: I can enjoy the best of 'em all, default to the one I like best, and swap that one out for any other on Earth at will - as default or whim, depending. Life is sweet. So is this-here "K"-brand desktop environment.

The which need not even run atop Linux. - <gasp> -

Ayup. I read a few months back of a KDE3.x-for-Windows release available for free download, too. I dunno any more than that; I keep strictly to Linux for me health's sake.

The license fee for the Redmond product is well beyond my frayed-out shoestring money+time budget, y'see, Guv, as are the solicitor's fee structure and corpy-lawful Court-imposable penalties (on top of that) for getting caught out with a non-registered Windows installation; better to be penguin-safe than crim-dodgy and worried sick all day+night long. Also, the relatively virus-free aspect of such a tricked-out Web-cruiser box is very good indeed.

So I dunno' fer sure re KDE-for-Windows, but I reckon it's prolly fair decent at least. I would expect the range of browser choice I enjoy on the Linux platform's prolly there in the Windows version too.

At least the updates and patches have proved reliably timely on my end; I'd be deeply surprised if Team KDE ever slacked on that aspect regardless of the target O/S. 0{;-)o<

I'm a sceptic now, says ex-NASA climate boss

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Boffin

Erm...

So has anyone yet calculated the direct thermal input to our biosphere that has provided us all on Planet Earth, from US Prexy Clinton forward (for the US) and somewhat past Clinton's initial Kosovo deployment (for that Remarkable Special Nation HQ'd in Tel Aviv), with all those hundreds (and hundreds) of tonnes of MIL spec nanoparticulated, ceramified, 350-billion-year half-life Depleted Uranium (and its chemical+isotopic neighbors+cousins), the which is "refined" from Fission Reactor waste so that it can (not entirely unlike a certain long-gone breakfast cereal of ancient memory) be Shot From Guns? How much of that sort of material has to date been provided gratis to Grandmother Earth (and all the Rest of Us) by our lizard-lovin' Nuclear Fission Dependent Temporal Overlords to date?

<whew.>

Now I shall clearly set aside (sweep, really) all prior overclouding considerations of international legality, geopolitical strategy, ham-fisted global hegemony and cack-handed sovereign alignment. Ditto all manner of biochemistry, genetics, and exactly everything else but for this one bottom-line mission-critical item: Heat.

As best I have it, y'see, any isotopically-emitted subatomic particle (alpha or beta, neutrons too; different energies, same effect) that by chance collides with any atom of anything solid, liquid or gaseous makes for just that much additional heat. (Fission piles and fusion Tokamaks both boil the water for the turbines on that principle, one finds.)

[ NB: Only it's an "are to" in any modern Tokamaks' case. Solid Lithium Oxide blankets have been said by some fusion energy researchers to be likely heat-catchers for that class of stainless-steel donut. My trove of questions on that score are another whole kettle of fish, though. ]

Back to the battlefield-generated thermal effects: Only a minuscule sub-fraction of a BTU effect emerges in the isolated single-collision event, to be sure. But multiplied by all the maha-quindillions of subatomic particle emissions ongoing from exactly all the DU that has by now been shot from guns and left in nanoparticulate form in our atmosphere to drift about, things do add up. Lying in wait in the ground and our water too, subtly and silently a-warmin' all that nears any part of it, one dares assert from Old School physics deeply embedded.

Gee. Heat is the inevitable result of the energy conversion no matter what, is all I know with certainty. So has anyone with full math skills yet calculated the aggregate daily input BTU value of this little-mentioned and daily-growing isotopic burden on us all? I have Googled myself weary on this to no avail, wonder of wonders!

I think we had best have a real math-competent and non-faulty look at that wee item, hm? In full publick view. At once. I'll settle me mind right quick iffen I'm actually proved by HONEST GENUINE MEANS (thank you) to have been entirely mistaken inmy apprehension of this seems-quite-likely though barely-mentioned little factor.

Of course, as touching upon the utterly deformed human babies being born alive every day these days to innocent mothers whose homes just happen to be situated in the Deployment Arena (also samesame for military-experienced combat-moms now redeployed home in order to give birth more safely than that), what with their tiny ears displaced two-three adult finger-breadths too low on their tiny jawlines, gaping sores where their poor bladders rightly belong, and their cute little brains just oozing from their wee eye-sockets: Now that is an entirely other matter indeed, now ain't it?

The Boffin, because my own mastery of the mere English language does not quite provide me with the the advanced maths necessary for the appropriate and necessary first-order approximation for which I cry out from within the massive compassionate heart of Oasis El-Reg. I do think I just might have a right fair seat-o'-th'-trousers sense of exactly what I am pointing at, though.

Anyone here who can and will have a right accurate go at this one, please? :)

Tories put toes on Linux bandwagon

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Paris Hilton

Law vs. Software vs. Humanity

@ Brent Gardner Wednesday 28th January 2009 02:29 GMT

"Software as it is today is inherently incompatible with law. Or should I say law is inherently incompatible with software, take your pick."

1) As a psych prof I met long ago in an alien bookstore far, far away once did put it: "If you think you really understand anything of human behaviour, model it in code and see how far you get." But that was back when Fortran was where the jobs were at.

2) Being no programmer but rather more the fly on the IT world's wall these days, is this not where a "Fuzzy Logic" approach fits best? Strict Boolean constructs seem so clear-cut, rather like, "IF TAG %defendantID = "sentenced" THEN HANG %defendantID AND NO BUT OR IF".

But doesn't fuzzy-logic coding (of which I really know next to nothing) actually allow for flexible decision-tree constructs something like, "If TAG {%defendantID} = "convicted" BUT %mitigation > 50 NOW GO THINK {gosub kickout | admin-desk} THEN CALL retrial-scheduler", or along such general lines as those?

Just askin'. Paris, because there was mitigation for neither her lag-time sentencing "guidelines" nor her own prior unmitigated-though-lovely self, either.

ICANN freezes over fast flux fury

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Gates Halo

Erm...

Indeed, that last. Paging Mister Ballmer; is there a Mister Ballmer in the house?

Gah. ;)

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"Browser Redirect" User Consent Panel: YES!

@ Chris C Posted Wednesday 28th January 2009 17:28 GMT

"Lastly, we need browsers to become smart enough to not endlessly redirect us to random sites simply because a host uses a 3xx redirect, meta refresh, or Javascript location change, at least not without explicit consent. Changing to another page in the same site/domain is one thing, but redirecting from safe-site.local to i-am-going-to-infect-you.com is another. A change in this behavior alone would eliminate probably at least 90% of the infections."

Amid all the ICANN-dependent approaches thus far hoisted, this *local* approach sure does look as though it'd be the fastest and simplest to implement. In fact, I am sore tempted to build me up a dedicated compiler box on sheer exuberant impulse, just to have a go at, say, Galeon's source to that end. Konqueror too, for that matter.

But alas, I am already pre-overbooked by two years' worth of pending promises already. Ah, but I LIKE that approach very much indeed!

Any takers in position to give it a whirl over the next few weeks? You cut the patch code, .deb and .rpm it and all; I'll very gladly do the wee update to the docko. (That's all I am really much good at in this field, but gee, I'd LOVE to take part on that.)

Anyone from Team KDE in the house today?

Kiwi finds US military secrets on 'MP3 player'

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Coat

mp3, meet GE...

Not General Electric; that shop reputedly lost too much liquid hard cold cash on its crashed-out derivatives trading enterprise to (imho) have much play any more. Genetic Engineering, increasingly likely once the Stem Cell research has yielded up its first full-formed, tank-grown Universal Soldier in genetically-human, legally-nonhuman form.

Just tweek the hydro/ferro/oxy/carbon genes out of, say, the right-hand pointer finger. Replace 'em with silicon/oxygen-based local biochemistry cloned from any decent bank of diatom-earth (a leftover jar of Wright's Silver Cream just might do in a pinch, as I remember the stuff).

Dope, mask, shoot, etch. Lather, rinse, repeat. Attach indium (no, gold; this is MIL spec!) leads to the pads provided; thence to the interface connector terminals per standard industry practice. Plug NeoPrivate 10298634624's index finger straight on into the test bed's USB port. Burn-in the resulting gigabyte-on-a-bone per everyday MIL spec walking-bits pattern.

The "allegedly human" inner responses of NeoPrivate 10298634624, of course, have been omitted for the sake of the exercise. He'll sit at attention with his high-capacity index finger plugged into that test rig's socket, just a-counting the cycling test-bits a-tinglin' away, until Sarge (or likely just about anyone else in khaki) walks into the lab.

Then the normal (for military life) crisp exchange of genetically-mandated (at least on our poor synthesized 'n' tricked-out NeoPrivate's part) Sutherland Salutes...

Erm, best embed that "Operation Enduring Retrieval" USB kit into the *left*-hand index finger, ye Boffins o'DARPA.

So when next one spots that derelict-looking vet at some futureworld tech swap meet, one might just want to look about first to see whether this one is indeed their own human, or whether instead that chap at the sales table has a slightly-damaged War Surplus Field Deployable Light Combat Unit up for bids. Base-location data, trajectory+windage calculator, night-vision retinal implants, Paris pin-ups and all.

First-choice icon: Miz "Didn't Want That Lumpy Bald Wrinkly White-Haired Right-Wingnutter Guy Anyway" Paris, due of course to all the obviously universal soldier/supermodel pun-funny too-much-fun fantasy-mating-up reasons... He (IT? Gack.) could carry most of her YouTube footage and all her pinup images with him wherever he goes. Until he's caught out Encroaching on Government Property by Means of Civilian Artifacts. Just Like All The Others.

Randy Newman's on the streaming radio with his atomic smash hit, "Political Science" ("Let's drop the Big One / And see What Happens") as I wrap this ditty up. I'd best get me coat RIGHT NOW. :)

Prison warders told to can 'hurtful' language

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Stop

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Full stop. I'm done. Thanks for the read. Good on you. :)

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Boffin

..."For Punishment and Rehabilitation"...

@ JonB Posted Tuesday 20th January 2009

"@Walking Turtle

Are you in prison perchance?"

Hardly, and far from it. (You? Someone said something about Brit prisoners and Internet access... Unheard-of Stateside.)

Such manner of ultimate destruction behind bars as was mentioned in my prior post, said "Treatment that is No Cure" having been reliably visited upon my own essentially naked person from the earliest years, was indeed the repeatedly-expressed expected/intended outcome of all the wicked small-town pounding-down outlined above. Surely that was made plain in the text?

Surely this one's independently initiated growing-out from under that entirely toxic socioethical milieu was made sufficiently plain as well. Believe me: To forgive may well be Divine in such matters - to forget the cause of the suffering is self-defeating; forgetting invites repeat performances on ones' self and innumerable similarly placed others.

To force fear-of-knowing ignorance of such ill-formed sociological dynamics as are to this day indeed reliably still pressed down upon so many vulnerable innocents as can be fingered-out "for sport" or "to build character" is not acceptable either. Even so, to my own observant experience the Foul Practice as-outlined in the prior account is quite likely much more widely applied than is commonly acknowledged, let alone owned-up to by its perpetrators.

So maybe I'm the exceptional outcome to something so vile that it is considered reliably effective in its action by its prepetrator/practitioners. But it sure does drive most of 'em to the cells, though, dunnit? It seems to stem from a certain mutual inversion of certain Life-sustaining values among the pounding versus parties, really.

Call it "white-on-red" crime, if colors must be assigned. Savage as can be, short of outright murder.

Kindly now: If necessary, just re-read and re-evaluate that prior comment of mine for content versus reader preconception. Place feet in proffered moccasins; walk one mile "Straight Up", then return borrowed mocs to rightful owner. Ours is not (yet) entirely gone to prison-planet, although Brit street security protocol and procedure (infamous Blair-era Tube "Security" murder and all) seems to be tending in that direction every day. (They're still practicing getting away with those murder-in-public moves here Stateside, y'know.)

Misapprehension among strangers is a terrible condition to walk about in. Being a duly ordained reverend of the Universal Life Church, I operate the Holy Ministry of Reconciliation per Bible spec (among other corollary specs) as best one is able every day. I also manage a Main Street block of commercial units. I also hand-manufacture a growing line of extremely durable thin-section floral/botanical-motif glass heirloom collectibles in one of those very units. I provide tenant service, pay invoices, collect fees, manufacture and sell my best-quality decorative art glass goods just as normal and non-imprisoned as can be every day, thank you very much. (The place /was/ a bit of a zoo, back when I first started callin' the Life back into her junkie-battered bones. No zoo here today.)

My Main Street tenant/neighbors are also my friends these days, a thousand miles from where the previously mentioned crimes against my being were originally committed by malicious and clueless others. So what and how do YOU make do for a living, Stranger JonB?

Fair warning: If indeed you prove out to make yours in any way by means of pounding-down degradation visited upon any manner of captive and/or forced-vulnerable other human being(s), no matter how airtight the Justifying Alibi, whether it be a private or State-sponsored justification, then I shall have done with you on the spot, believe that.

The Boffin, for previously cited and sufficient reason.

Walking Turtle
Boffin

..."for Punishment and Rehabilitation"...

Lessee... Kid born naked - check.

Mrs. Grundy registers objection to yet another young mother having given birth to yet another naked child; blames mother and child with equal venom... Check.

Parents be poor hopeless idjit transplant workin'-stiff sods with no sense for the predicament of whisper-campaign social exclusion that they and The Kid are provided by one and all (except for a few "misfit nutters" in that Wicked Little Town who already know the score and the players all too well)... check.

Neighbors be of a nature found somewhere on the spectrum 'tween blithely clueless and utter sodding evildoing child-hating chavs... Check.

Church policy includes the "Othering Out" so that all others of the group "MIght Be Made Cleee-eee-ee-an"... Check.

Schools be egregious on that very point... Check.

Teachers be predestinatiously inclined themselves, so as to consider it all "Ghawd's Will" that the antisocializational child-pounding already obviously under way be professionally improved upon and amplified seven ways from Sunday... Check.

Kid consequently kept essentially, virtually naked to all and sundry for years on end, while growing "up" into Pounded-Down and Twisted Half-Life in that Wicked Little Hamlet, at all times kept under The Big Microscope; no expressed hope for normal adult development ever allowed to survive; every move taken up toward that worthwhile and normal goal being actively counteracted... "Kill it before it grows." Check.

Chart-topping IQ of kid kept secretized; whisper-rumors that kid topped the chart (the Stanford-Binet only goes to 200, folks!) and so gets the "Freak Treatment" that every "Freak Kid" is handed whether overtly, sub rosa or combined for synergy's sake... Check.

Aging "Funny-walkin' damfool kid" kept socially naked and whisper-beaten by all and sundry, every day of their life, though nominally clothed and nary a hand laid on them, but daily flogged by tongue's lash anyway "because it builds character"...

Kid abandons Wicked Little Town forever... Check.

Kid wakes up like Gautama only a thousand miles from the place of their birth, removes multiple hoodwinks barehanded amid much shrieking denigration and irrational objection from Mrs. Grundy, Officer Malarky, Nurse Ratched, numerous chav neighbors and Just Everybody carrying any underhanded vested interest in keeping "The Kid" (by now emerging inexorably from a ham-fistedly enforced Adult Childhood of monstrous proportions) both mortally sick and forever in the dark... Check. :)

Been there; been done to me too. They really do do that to people. Then they swear it "Never Happened" while sharpening the knives for the next assault. Until a few are caught in the savage act red-handed with alibis all hanging out like the exit tract of any pondside duck in the Spring, when Mister Drake is being frisky.

The only difference - the only reason this one is indeed happily doing well, these days, improving in safety and peace every day with no further degradation, is their prior years of utter refusal (even while still under The Whispering Thumb) to EVER consent to submit to any part of the Treatment that is No Cure, including the bit where Officer Malarkey's oddly seductive gal friend Jolly Nurse Ratched gets to have her way with The Kid on The Ward, no objection from The Kid ever allowed.

I did not go, and so did not stay as expected.

Um, I am just fine now, thank you. Never better at 56. Loving life and and improving every day. But not by any pre-supposed virtue of any such institutionalized societal mal-treatment, no matter how popular and inexpensive it may be or ever become, in today's crashing fail of a hollowed-out, raked-out and crashed-broke world society. Take that to the bank and make Disaster Capital of it if one can, ye reptilian wannabee Rothschilds!

Now lay off, you nutterhaters, and criking LEAVE ME IN PEACE. NEVER bother me again! I have had enough reminders already from the Type A assaultive asshats here in this comments section of how relatively quasi-human a certain subspecies of the maha-simian race might just remain for at least half of criking forever, especially should it insist on failing to take up the rightful study titled "Keys to Gaining Genuine Humanity" straight away.

Live it and live with it: It's the character that Jack Ratched built. You nutterhaters don't like us so much, you hate the way we grow, but you have learned NOTHING.

First Step to Wisdom: Just stop pounding us all in that SAVAGE way. Just stop pounding us hard-pressed human beings *entirely*. Now GO POUND SAND instead. DO IT NOW!

The Boffin, because a PhD-grade Field Practicum in this particularly hard-nobbled arena of industrial-scale sub-/in-/quasi-/semi-human murk and degradation quite deliberately pounded in on all manner of vulnerable others less fortunate/blessed/lucky/whatnot than my own sweet self, whether on private initiative or at public expense is just plain priceless.

I'll get me coat. It's the bush/desert lab model that burns like fire when donned, but is not consumed. Stand clear... :)

101 uses for a former merchant banker

Walking Turtle
Alert

Former Merchant Bankers as National Reconstruction Material

@ Paul (posted Monday 29th December 2008 14:35 GMT )

"Or the west could simply say to China "we're not paying you any of the trillions of dollars we owe you so there!". And then try to win the war."

Item One: Bookmark http://www.worldreports/news and check back every week or ten days. You too shall then understand that what you so astutely observed from the bleachers is already a fait accompli for the filthy world finance brutes a-rockin' on the ol' pigskin griiron of The Financial Industry.

Item Two: Also one finds that the atmosphere Out There is turned deadly for all such who, um, did the Wrong Kind of Business with indeed some of the Wrong Kind of People. Indeed, some few second- and third-tier Banksters from Berne and Zurich on down to Wall Street and The City of London have been found "suicided" in various curious ways, shall we just tag the deed, at their desks...

So: Compounding the above items, one readily deduces that the Humor Dividend accruing to the Heavenly Accounts of those who astutely peruse that Honest Financial News Source of Mr. Christopher Story FRSA might just include ones' realizing the following:

Item Three: A fine reading of the reportedly strong desire of the Chicago forces (including "the Daley Group") for recovery of previously invested liquid assets (such as suitcases full of large cash and the like) might these days just lend new meaning to the old Lesbian Separatist riddle /schtick/:

Q: "Delicious latte, my sweet, by the way. So riddle me this: How many Former Merchant Bankers must one employ in order to properly re-tile all our lavatories?"

A: "Um, only one per lav, Beloved, if we slice 'em thin enough... The studio kiln is preheating nicely today, by the way. Biscotti?"

Um, mine's the one with the pockets stuffed top-full of beans, bullets and bullion... No need to rise, gents, but thankee; I'll get it mese'f... Expect much shrieking, weeping, wailing, hair-tearing, tooth-gnashing, alibi-polishing, excuse-begging etc before this man-made kerfluffleization of greed is all done with... Gottit - peace; I'm out.

The "All Hands" icon, though, because to all creditable indicators' appearances, this is no drill. The International Settlements due China from the USDC Jurisdiction per one longstanding International Court of Justice decree have STILL at this writing not been paid (last I knew as of yesterday) by the Bush Fraudulent Finance Gang; ergo this assertion of mine is not paranoid fantasy at all, and is in fact NO DRILL. (Screw the tinfoil-sneery punditries of the Mainstream Murdoch Media hacksterz. They'll all learn summat once their paycheck fails to cash one fine day...)

Exit amid a rising crescendo of approaching klaxophonic reverberations and the looming thud-thud-thud-thud! of all those derivatives-based collateralized debt obligation contract futures casino documents and "Default Swap" agreements long since past due, all falling through the world's roof at well past free-fall speed, carrying every floor below straight down, pancake-like, to the Basement of Hell amid LOTS of Toxic Fallout, Blue Smoke and Slightly Twisted Mirrors.

Shuttle X27D

Walking Turtle
Boffin

Some Other Alternative? But of course!

@ storng.bare.durid: "Would that the powers that be would junk x86 in all its guises .... and give us some other alternative."

Um, we were headed that way once upon a time. But Someone... Killed... It... ALl... D-E-A-D...

With the Motorola 68XXX processor and the custom-built "blitter" chip that to this day Intel is apparently unable or unwilling to reproduce on its own, the old multi-tasking o/s-equipped Amiga Personal Computer series R-O-C-K-E-D the world. (Remember?)

To this day, I dearly wish I had kept mine. Even though at 14 screaming MHz clock, the A500 is a slug by today's gigahertz-driven Intel standard. But you want cool operation? Then build it to be EFFICIENT!

I do miss both my original A1000 and the A500 that superseded it. I was only able to keep the video monitor as things sorted out. (It still works just fine; I still use it on the VCR/DVD test/repair bench.)

Sidebar: Yes, I still salvage, repair and re-home my made-serviceable VCRs. So deride me if needs be; my Old School viddy-buff friends just love it. (Not much cash there, but a GREAT bartering-chip, that.)

So bring back the Blitter Chip - and start doing Block Memory Transfers to the video display hardware all over again! Heck, with a blitter-chip on board one can blap entire screen-fulls of graphic content straight into one's face all at one gulp - at a full video frame per two or three clock cycles max - again! The x86 "chipset" is truly *incomplete* without it imho.

Commodore f***ed the Amiga right up. Intel did the rest and swore he Nevver Done Nuthin'.

Murderers.

Rigged e-voting machine snacks on Homer Simpson

Walking Turtle
Coat

Spot on, Friend Stiles!

@ AJ Stiles: "And anyway, what's to stop the machine from, when you press Candidate A, printing out a receipt for candidate A and recording a vote for Candidate B?"

Exactly right. Ban them all, no compromise on that. A paper receipt at a crooked casino such as we are now saddled with ain't worth squat to any of *us*.

But the normal citizen, being mostly media-driven, generally de-educated and less than half-informed by far re all the "Wonders of Modern Digital Election Systems" sure would likely fall for its' built-in warm thermal-paper fuzziness, wouldn't they just?

Good watchin' out. John 8:32 Just Rocks, don't she, my friend? Good morning, America! Now I'd best get me coat; the Dawn's Early Light reveals an ongoing Unitary Executive commitment to Blackwatering our Fair Cities asap... At yet another ob$cene profit to their families and afterparty-buddies, and No Paper Trail... Again...

Mine's the one with fair-to-major portions of the Unspeakably Secret Key Regenerative Redemption Factor nestled down in both its' pockets. (Shield your eyes; it's a bit intense...)

Walking Turtle
Boffin

I Say , "Ban Them ALL!"

One felt pen. One paper ballot. One well-locked and on-camera (tape ROLLING!) ballot box. One big careful double-checked count-um-up at the end of it all, then write the results down SOLID and seal 'em in an envelope along with all the adding machine tapes, scratch pads, etc generated on the way to that lawfully crucial Bottom Line.

Count them fairly by counting them ACCURATELY, People! (Shite, all too many of us here Stateside'd be grateful to be counted at all, no mistake.)

Replicate and re-replicate this above-outlined production process line sensibly and with an eye toward PUBLICK SERVICE, dammit, in all cases of subsequent massive enthusiastic voter turnout. NOTHING hurts voter trust (and consequent turnout) as badly as unleashing the certain likelihood of massive election-day cyberfraud on us all, no mistake.

Um, that harming of publick trust really is what a certain powerful Stateside faction actually *wants*, you know.

That is why baninng the fool contraptions is the Right Thing in every instance. Outlaw every last point-shaving column-flipping fraud-enforcing one of those damnable devilish easy-riggin' thangs outright. Life on Earth in these Untied States of Criminally Hostile USDC Criminal Takeover of Just Everything is fraud, toxicity and certain death enuf already, without Secret Cyber-Boogering of the popular vote (now denigrated by many high-handed top-down scholarlike "authorities") to screw us all.

There is precedent, kindly do be reminded. The net effect of electronic voting-machine eror/fraud is both similar to (and I think synergistic with) that brought about in the publick's shattered hearts and minds by the New Unitary US Executive's shockingly routine employment-and-denial game re secret evidence, secret torture in secret prisons, secret Hegelian domestick terror ops such as the infamous (also criminal) Ninesey-'Levvensey Kerfluffle turned upon us all, and ever soooo much more of late, yet again.

<boom-boom-chikka-chikka-boom-boom-yoh...>

But the elite

design to cheat

so as to keep the treat

of their high-hand seat.

That is why they all lie

to the folk on the street.

After all, they only want us all to fall

To force their dominance complete.

I think it's high time for them dudez ta' feel the heat.

I ain't leavin' that cyber-votin' casino 'til I gets my RECEIPT!

<boom-boom-chikka-chikka-boom-boom-woe...>

Item: One district in Pennsylvania just today (sez the "Free Speech TV" Telly-Vision report) grudgingly consented to provide paper ballots to affected voters should half or more of the casino/voting devices "fail or malfunction". The Election Commissioner had previously refused any such remedy except in the case of 100% of the electronic units undergoing full failure.

Now WHAT would THAT MAN want THAT BADLY that he would tolerate ANY State/corporate-sponsored cyberfecking with OUR VOTE? Such an attitude of contempt toward the Rest of Us on the part of any public elections official is not tolerable imho.

Yet the plaintiffs in that landmark "voter rights" decision all hailed it as a victory. Lord, what blind stupid dummies these ones must presuppose us all to be!

Cartoonist Wanted. Project: "101 FUN Things to Do About a Paperless Electronic Voting Device". Apply within.

The Boffin - because I know how damn easy it is to make a convincing liar out of a few chips of "morally neutral" boron-doped silicon and a little Flash Gordon Flash-Um-Up on the side, for the "benefit" of Boffins Visiting from Outside the Plant. Been there, done that; better off not doing any of that any more at all. So be warned, US-er folk, and make a CHANGE that makes a REAL change.

So long as criminally corrupt and inutterably anal election-controller crims continue to control the SECRET VOTE COUNT *anywhere* in these Untied States, one's own lawful vote is not worth the pixels and bits it's "memoritized" in, and does not make a damn's worth of difference any more.

Increase the Peace.

Reverse the Curse.

Reject ALL Terror.

(You KNOW you WANT to.)

"John 8:32 is Just All Right by ME!"

US forces want man-hunting robot wolfpacks

Walking Turtle
Boffin

High-tech assault?

Low-tech defense!

Cell phone terrorspying? Wrap phone in (yes) tinfoil - or just chuck it in the microwave oven and CLOSE THE DOOR. (Works just fine.)

Tazerz, Bro'? Stainless fine-weave fuel screening, two layers - with a layer of (yes) tinfoil laminated w/hot-melt adhesive in between. Suggest a simple doublet to start, then greaves or chaps and arm-sleeves. Gauntlet-gloves (not mittens) too. One might employ a flannel or light denim lining. Avoid chafing while in the field.

"Sonic" millimeter-wave voice-to-brain-thru-walls harassment/stalking got thee bugged, Brother? Or just need to know for certain between this and the infamous hallucinatory effects of hyper-stress coupled with exhaustion and the like? Tinfoil dome-shielding under the old /chapeau/ has provided useful half-split diagnosis PDQ many, many times. (If voices persist, it is likely NOT "Sonic Microwave" tech; lots of B vitamins and otherwise healthy living tend to help the other causes fade off in time...)

Not that a full top-down assault of such magnitude affords one much time to sleep or eat at all, of course. Somalia was kept for the Somalis, one gathers, by (among other things) the use of much /dagga/ at all times... Also by fighting the invading 'Mellicans while buck-naked, with full-Spirited fearsome battlecry and lots of Just Everything At Hand.

Like a Ninja. Dissed for the very first time...

USDC MIL-spec Pain Rayz? Full-body coverage in the above mesh/foil material oughta' just about do it. Just leave the tinfoil out of the eyeholes in the face protector, is all. (Looks bugeyed in the sunlight, but Faraday is still Faraday, even post-noinsey-'levvensey, now ain't it?)

Packs of killdroid dawgz? Hm. 50/50 putrescene/cadaverene oughta' swamp the stench-sensors; mebbe not so very hard to isolate from raw materials so long as no neighbor complains. Capsicum oil or plain ol' fine-ground black pepper might help too...

Might want to spray the antipainray gear black so as to not be so shiny, but lessee 'em defy Sir Michael Faraday on that one as well.

High tech assault - low tech defense. Live long, love well, thrive and prosper every day. Also prepare. You *know* /they/ are. And in a broad, general way, you *do* know /who/ "they" are. (Your Tax Dollars Perverted and Turned Against Us All, is all that need speak of this.)

As for the Offensive/Invasive Microwave Gear: Any decent dent in any exposed waveguide is a good one. Any broken antenna is non-resonant. Even a semi-speedy low-tech caplock musket-ball could do a fair job of that while CyberCujo is separating the stench of rotting meat from the stench of raw sewage deep within "his" robo-snuffling olfactorization kit, hm?

Like a word to the wise, one pin in the coax is sufficient.

The Boffin, because *all* Junior Manufacturing Physicists tend to become a natural-born National Resource in times uv risin' tyranny, now don't we just, me beloved laddie-bucks! <Arrr-rr-r.>

Reject ALL Terror. (You KNOW you WANT to.)

Election watchdog makes ID card U-turn

Walking Turtle
Boffin

Genuine Humanity is what seems squelched at the heart.

@ Colin Millar: > Is no-one in government capable of simple thought any more.

Um, anyone here in this pub who has a NetFlix viewing account, and who also cares as much for the truth of this specific matter as many (myself included) do, just might benefit from an Instant View of a certain most germane and utterly imho cogent independently-produced flick. No violence at all, very little "action" (by commercial sense and standards) to be seen, which might sound odd at first. But kindly do hear this out?

In fact, if this one bores the Gentle Reader /cum/ viewer, I just might be YouTubed while eating a big piece of my Funny Hat right here on the Intertube Pipes.

It's not very much to some, really - needn't actually mean /anything./ It's only half a dozen or so native-born Cambodian survivors of the Bad Old (and Now No More) Pol Pot/Kampuchea State Security apparat's "Homeland Security" operative unit (dubbed "S-21", as I remember). They are found at filming-time, now many years after the fall of Pol Pot, engaging in utterly civil, utterly to-the-point, brutally honest eye to eye conversation on-prison-site with their now-disgraced and now-civilian-again former State torturers and jailers. In fluent, direct, plain-spoken Cambodian. With English subtitles.

Just search the NetFlix site for the term "Khmer Rouge" in the title. Then please and kindly DO watch that flick exactly once, all the way through. (Makes "My Dinner With Andre" look a little like a Silly Walk in the La-La Park imho, and "Andre" is a bit of a mind-blower of a classic indy flick in its own right.)

One might, while viewing, even go so far as to compare the narrative and conversations of the formerly-tortured and their own former torturers with each other to the as-found machinations and dullthuddery of ones' own (much less /intense/) manifestly systematically-contrived Institutions of Sociohumanoid Obfuscation and Obliteration, one thinks. Beyond that, the still-past-due little matters of Abu Ghraib, Guantanamo, and a still-undisclosed number of black-hole torture sites STILL(!) in use today all over the planet just might seem to fall into sharp perspective for a painful little while, in passing while watching.

Then one might ask ones' self once more: What is it at the heart of (maybe even all) mass-scale governmental operations that reliably, inexorably over time first sclerotises and then completely removes that civilizing veneer of independent human mentation from the cerebral cortex of those who "Must be strong, steadfast, determined in the execution of their duties" as-heaped down from The Top all upon the shuddering Rest of Us?

The Boffin, because dammit, history is for LEARNING from, and definitely NOT for twisting /ex/ /post/ /facto/ (let alone /in/ /situ,/ as was the Campuchean wont at the very least) to suit the convenience of the occasion, thank you very much indeed. And now for me coat; must be off again.

Mine's the lab coat, of course, with Sun Tsu's "The Art of War" in the Right pocket, a really decent translation of the Tao Te Ching in the Left pocket, and a LCD I Ching Lookup Device in the Breast (Heart) Pocket. I'll be off now; many irons to turn; hearts and minds, y'know. Ah, but wrapping it up:

Fact: All the collated evidence points to the extreme likelihood that our present-day "World Leaders" would do very well indeed to do as Old King Wen sure did more'n likely get told by The Great Oracle more than once in his illustrious lifetime: "Do NOT use force to conquer the Universe!"

Um, what part of all this is a Complex Systems Analyst with a fully valid License to Practice All Lawful Curmudgeonry Under Heaven to just go head-in-hole over at someone else's whim? While the entire bleeding, crippled, still-being-clubbed thing is just ho-hum allowed to just go titsup, sweet Liberty and all? Which part, do tell?

Hint: Abolition of the Unsuitable Form of Gummint is far more legal than any first-move violent "pre-emptive" overthrow. Nothing better to stake ones' life on come push to shove, methinks.

Um, if there could be two thumbs, the other'd be Miz Hilton, 'cause she's right near as effective as any of old Morpheus' Blue Pills. She's sure to help anyone so inclined to Go Back To Sleep the moment that cavorting Spandex vulvarity(tm) of hers sets to gyrating on the Telly-Vision, but you know that already.

Meanwhile, the Dark Lords of Destruction are (disbelieve at your own risk, me bucko!) still gathering crikingly forceful (also unwise, VERY unwise) forces and resources even as these hand-wrought and *VERY!* *HOT!* pixels twinkle in the dark black night.

Blackbird, fly... Straight to the heart of

HTTP://www.rossco.org/HumanNature.htm

(case-sensitive, so type with care); that's pretty much All Of It in the wear-polished nutshell, complex indeed but rather neatly sorted, well-pressed and -folded, there now. Having some decent tools up 'n' ready in the noggin always helps make things much better.

So does actually removing the falsities from the framings-up of issues and answers that we are subjected to, by way of which they who bullymander and blunder their ham-fisted topsie-downsies all senselessly down upon us do essay to keep their Power To Play The Others Dirty to aught but themselves, few as they be at all times.

Um, methinks the hordes of chavs popping up in our faces at all odd moments are a mere diversionary tactic, I do. After all, /qui/ /bono?/

Peace to all. I'm off again, back to the Secret Peace Industrial Complex's industriously productive Secret Labs in the Secret Caves, wherein we do indeed hone and deploy the Holy Inner Tools of Genuine Everlasting Heartily Peaceable Peace for all to have, hold, cuddle, wield and generally learn how to live with (sooner or later). Just like their neighbors all throughout this world, who surround these our very own /scheissmachers/ both warmly and lovingly (especially in all their (in)famous(ly) though well-confessed Faulty Intelligence), on all sides.

No room nor time for the MIz Hiltons and Britney Spearses down there, no mistake. Disco parties maybe later, should we indeed overcome and abolish sufficiently well. This ain't no foolin' around.

Um, we'll make our own robot bats if ever we need 'em.

DARPA in Tom'n'Jerry robo-brain quest

Walking Turtle
Boffin

Bio-Boolean Boffinry (bah)

@ Herby: "Herding cats. Many have tried, none succeeded!"

Not so - I do it whenever I find it necessary to amass a veritable Feline Battalion to force my point upon the world by Resolute Means(tm). The means of leading large numbers of cats at will is as follows:

1) Lead from 'Way Out Front instead of (as is most common in Whiteman-Land) from the rear.

2) Soft Cat Food. Anything from Mixed Grill on through Seafood Surprise will likely do. The battle cry, of course, is a hearty "Heeeere, Kittykittykitty! M'YOW! M'YOU!".

But there is a caveat to being a Top Cat Monkey-General of the Feline Planetary Occupation Forces: Best have enuf Soft Cat Food to go around, or you are next. Case in point's that fine black-coated cat o' mine who's just now back on the dinner table for the nineteenth time: Natural Law. (There goes the butter dish!) Even the big-hearted and well-beloved Reverend General Butt-Naked of Moggadishu knows about that sort of thing.

"Even"? Hmph. <ACK!> (Pfff-ff-ttt!)

Anywho, the Darker Regions just might have won out from the get-go on this one. The Republic of Haiti, for example, has (by rumour) allegedly possessed this manner of bio-Boolean weaponry for /quite/ some time now. Ole Miz Lucy's spied out the recipe and logic hookup for the basic carbon-based mobile /cadavre/ unit back in '04, so who knows how long the melanin-impoverished nations of this world have been Blissfully Unaware(tm) of this shadow-lurking Terrorwar Bio-Boolean Threatdown banging about in uttter illlegalized Freedom(tm) off our very shores?

It's documented in plain English right here, for those who ain't yet in on it:

http://www.strangehorizons.com/2004/20040405/badger.shtml

The Boffin, 'cause these Hidden Truths have always stood in utter natural harmony with the very thing that all manner of Gummint-Gone-Awry always has pitted itself futilely tho' fiercely against, time after time, caring nothing for the Repeating History Factor of it all. (Let a well-motivated full division of Badgers living and undead alike be loosed on 'em all from an Undisclosed Location should our long-standing negotiations toward full genuine Liberty ever be traitiorously thwarted!) You'll know when it's on by the www.badgerbadgerbadger.com battle cry: "Mushroom Mushroom!"

As for cats: I say no more.

The right mini-sized fuel cell and a wee high-pressure canister of Hydrogen's just the ticket for those Long Waddle-Marches Toward Total Victory, btw. The whole rig mounts up in the belly cavity just fine. (Use carpet thread in the sewing-up for best results.)

The lab coat, of course. Thank'ee.

Judah 'Visual Voicemail' Klausner sues Google, Verizon, Citrix...

Walking Turtle
Paris Hilton

And what's more...

I just invented the taco! (We've waited hunnmerts of years for thees...)

Miz Hilton - 'cause she's an utterly thoroughgoing invention from the get-go, quite obviously completely based on Prior Art, entirely from the ground up.

'Googlebomb' blows up in Daily Mail hack's face

Walking Turtle
Coat

If certain people had their way...

We'd be saddled with a Faith-Based Internet, mark these words well.

Sad but so - just think it out for y'self if ye be new to this sort o' thing...

A dead vulture's the closest thing I could find to a choked chicken - no spanked monkey icon in sight. 'Cause this world is full o' faith-based wankers and their abusive, mass-manipulating Raccoon-Cloaked Lizard Overlords, floating 'Way High Overhead like the top cap on the US dollah-bill's ubiquitous quasi-Egyptian "Ponzimid" on the back-side) with Gross Impunity no matter the cost to all.

Come to think of it, Egypt's been mighty helpful to the US State Torture Regime, now ain't she just? But I wander; I'll just get me coat now.

Utter rubbish, that entire Web-published notion of swinging that entire gallon bucket of Google Bits all dissolved in nitromethane 'toon-dip above my head by hand for half an hour - we tricked out an old washing machine to do that phase of the as-alleged process for us straight off (for safe distance's sake) and it still blew right up in our faces... Result: Another State Weapon of Mass Deception set aright.

Mine's the one with the REAL Google-bomb-making instructions embedded in the micro-size USB-drive, carefully hemmed into the lining for the children's sake in the world a-coming... Peace. I'm out.

Portsmouth punts naval boy-on-boy to innocent kiddies

Walking Turtle

Apocryphal Attribution (Admiralty?)

"It has been brought to the attention of the Admiralty that Sodomy is being practiced by enlisted sailors of Her Majesty's Navy while on duty. This practice shall cease immediately - or We shall /discontinue/ it."

Emphasis on the phrase, "while on duty", of course.

It's allegedly authentic Admiralty writ from HM Victoria's illustrious era, tho' picked up Stateside - the pic makes a fine reminder. Does much to reinforce Mr. Churchill's expressed impression as well at first glance, must say.

Jolly Roger's close but not a precise fit... Arghhh, lettit go...

iPhone passwords not worth the paper they're written on

Walking Turtle
Coat

So Why Must Fashion Outpace a Development Cycle?

Hm... So might we consider, dear Apple, simply refusing to release any other hardware product model of any kind in its class until the little beast's SOFTWARE is (at last) properly sorted? It seems that the interruptions imposed on the product's natural lifespan by dint of "Marketplace Competition" and "needing" to show something new every year at Comdex just might be contributing to the multiple incompetent intermediate results, y'see. Not the first time I've seen this sort of thing.

Believe me, it is irksome to ones' soul to consistently find that some bit of perfectly good hardware kit's been sent off to the Big Knacker in the Clouds (too often by way of dustbin) on the "inexorable" whim of fashion. Year after dreary year, perfectly good kit's rendered as utterly obsolete as last year's Little Black Dress, now replaced by This Year's NEW Little Black Dress (Soooo much moooore sleek! Soooo much more deSIREable!) arm-in-arm with a whole NEW array of "Fashion Malfunctions", as is inevitable when the New Little Sexy Toy is every year just engineered in such a manner as to need a whole new from-the-ground-up set of soft, alluring little slooshy-bits to make its pretty little brain go at all.

Divergent but related: There's an old-school child's-warning that seems to have fallen overboard these fast-living big-money days: "You are taking your life into your own hands (with that thing)!" With one of these little all-in-one woop-dee-doo handy-dandies, I need no longer confine my life's risk-taking to the occasional weekend.

Now I can pay a fat retail fee to be at risk at all times! And I only need stop paying when the Fashionable Personal Risk Module of Choice is no longer in my possession, and I awaken having been all hollowed out and eaten alive overnight by some soddy chav with a couiple o' tricks up their grubby sleeve at last!

How cool is that???

At base, thinking about it while regarding my ancient (at three years, ancient!) Nokia non-folding phone-only pocket cellie with some affection, it makes no sense to me to place the vast bulk of ones' own life and livelihood into something so small and readily cracked/mined/resold that any lapse at the restaurant or pub of choice puts the whole portable easily-palmed thing on the "Free Market" to be profitably abused at another's criminally Puckish will. Then to pay hundreds (plus monthly) for the privilege of placing ones' own life, fortune and sacred honor (now written in silicon) in the way of such harm in such a fashionable manner?

At least "Cloud Computing" Web apps seem to offer similar risk-levels from time to time for no fee. Now I can run my whole business this way! (Not.)

In the final appraisal: I'd have to be a sleek, shiny-painted, metal-arsed flawless quad-core purple-black wall-insensitive robodroid myself (and running on Linux Kernel 4.8.32.1(a) at that; nothing less mature and robust is so very likely to succeed imho) before I'd be ever able to *100%* reliably deny *all* others the "pleasure" of the plunder. But it's latish, and I do ramble a bit. Should be off now. Decent ale, eh?

Um, there's no phone in that coat of mine, Mate. It's in its' holster, like my keys in my pocket, which are likewise a well-tethered part of MY BODY. Now from the OTHER holster, I do insist that you slowly put that nice warm well-worn coat of mine straight back where you found it... You are already wearing what I presume is your own... Now be off and begone.

Hardware. Sometimes one can bluff it with a bit of gas pipe, a bar of soap, some shoe-polish and just enuf /chutzpah./ Just don't go out with it, then come back without it. (Arr-rrr-rr-r.)

UK spooks forced to hand Gitmo files to suspect's lawyers

Walking Turtle
Joke

Sweet Land of *Oh NO you DON'T!*...

@ Anon. Cwrd (above)

> ...Hand over any information we have [on the to the Americans and forget about him.

Not on MY watch, y'blighter! Treat ALL honest and decent, me goodly droogie-chum, or just GET OFF to JUDAH, okay, Neighbor?

<ACK!> (huk-huk-hukkk...) (Ahh-hhh.) Um, y'know, wot yur proposin', Mate, could just as well be instigated on someone else next year, only someplace else, y'know? When one least expects it, y'know? On exactly, next time, someone else such as you or I, y'know? Um, what some rare folks keep on insiistin'; about what one does to one's neighbor bein' a good part of what one ends up having done to ones' own self, in the end, turns out... Y'know?

Just look at all the festering self-inflicted wounds my land's dominant peoples have wrought on themselves, from the first settlers and how they even beat their own children with no mercy at all! So adding more of the same and dragging Blighty down in the process'll somehow magickally just help make it better, these remarkably scamfluffled post-ninesey-'levensey days?

For WHO, pray tell? Better for State torturers and those Statists who employ them, overall, than normal honest productive warm-bloods, I do think. Lasdst I heard, the fee tended toward about thirty ounces of gold's worth of Just Whatever for any given "slap-job". So c'mon 'n' get real on this, won't ya'?

The truth is worth so little as this?

Lookit: Just because the White Man's privatized little inbred and degenerate "Royal Line" (for that is what we are now saddled with AGAIN!), having first turned to paedophilic cutthroat sodomy, imperialistic invasionism and the dubious sultry delights of the /strappado/ and worse, has now abolished Habeas Corpus entire on this side of the Pond does not excuse your own self even *thinking* of using My Fair Albion Plate (of which I myself own but a mere one square inch, from long ago, but it is LEGAL!) as such a morally compassless sinkhole of an ill-founded notion as that. There are still a fair bunch of decent people left Out In The Cold now in the formerly fairly good ol' USA, but there is always a Saving Remnant that is not so easily ploughed under, mark these words well.

That "Jump 'em 'n' dump 'em" approach is rightly termed, "Externalizing the Problem" - dumping it off on OUR laps. Globalista mondo-corporate rotters in silk suits do it all day long from their panelled suites - and now YOU seep out of the linoleum to speak on behalf of even MORE Toxic Dumping?

Solves nothing in this world, let alone the next. Forget it. Bad idea. Violates all manner of Natural Law as well as bringing out the very worst of Human Nature yet again, all the way around. Plus now I've gone grumpy. (Oh well...) So now y'see? If so, good-o!

Next!

> Also is it just me or does anyone else find it a bit odd that we refuse asylum

> and then let someone stay anyway?

Um, I'm no barrister on Blighty's turf, but isn't a grant of political asylum an entirely separate matter, provided under entirely different well-defined conditions from a grant of a humanitarian-based semi-normal residency? Don't they issue from different offices?

Just askin'. Decent stout, by the way, thank'ee.

US, EU tech trade row gets serious

Walking Turtle
IT Angle

Not with a Bang, but with a Haggle.

And a most hollow one at that.

From YouTube:

1) "Money as Debt": http://tinyurl.com/MoneyAsDebt (47 mins from Google Video)

2) "The Fall of the Dollar" - a recent Netherlands TV production of similar length, depth and integrity - depicts the endgame scenario right well indeed - keep Googlin' about...

Really, just extrapolate from the one link I got.

Eye-Tee? WE don' need no steenking Eye-Tee! We be FAITH-based! (Gimme' credit now!)

So help me, I saw this runaway freight-train fulla' wuthless greenbacks comin' at me (and all the Rest of Us) all the way back in Econ 101, thirty-odd years back. Said sumpin', too. (The class tittered; the ol' econ-prof went quite stern and then after class Gave Orders.)

For my part, I Passed the Test... Rather be an honest janitor than a crooked econ prof, believe me... That fool'd've more'n likely refused to touch a broom himself anyway. Beneath his elite dignities or sumpin', hadda' been.

Sheesh.

Fart-lighting youth in petrol can mishap

Walking Turtle
Coat

So many fire fartz, so little time.

From YouTube's search feature:

“fire fart” video results 1 - 20 of about 3,520

Also try:

fire fart gone bad fire fart gone wrong barbie girl webcam

Ah, the foibles of the Idly Unconscious Well-To-Do! And that is all for that. There's things I gotta' do that others simply cannot - off to 'em now, and good on all!

Mine's the lab jacket with the handmade glass daisy pinned to the lapel. Yes, made it mese'f. In a propane flame, actually; methane ain't quite hot-burnin' enuf fer th' borosilicate petal-drawin' operations, y'see. Nemmind; I'll get it mese'f, thanks. Best I be the one to break this'n a-tall if needs be, a-tall... Pretty thing... Still in one piece...

'Bye fer now.

Man buys $1,000 worth of iPhone pixels by accident

Walking Turtle
Coat

re: mv ~fool/.money /dev/null

Um, I'm a tad rusty on this, but doesn't the construct

~fool/.money | /dev/null

(iow, "Grab /home/fool/.money [and pipe it directly to] /dev/null" )

still work? (Chown -H -R root /dev/null and then try again if not, I think...)

I visited the audio-sandwich.com site for a giggle; found four *high*-resolution pix. Higher res than this one can see any tiny phone screen needing; they display very well indeed @ 1600X1200 in 24 bits. Well-sequenced, they make a fine desktop slide-show progression on the KDE desktop. Very glitzy 'n' mondo bling-y in/out/in/out alla' daylong... Thank you, Audio-sandwich.com/.de!

I think I'll keep my $30.00 Nokia for now. Picked up a 2GB iPod (audio-only) for next-to-nuthin' the other day, streetside... Third-hand, still runnin'... The guy didn't want to own (let alone at his age learn to operate) a computer, was getting tired of the songs, and preferred the wisdom of American Beer instead of another round o' pretty li'l Jenny Lopez' bouncy vocalz.

Oh well. Won't be long now; there's prolly a perfectly good 'n' useful iPhone in me future, I'll warrant... That nigh-free antique iPod works great w/GTKPod minding its' tags 'n' tunes database.

Meantime that rich new hi-res wallpaper o'mine (as in possession, not as in origination) grades smooth as silk from grey granular to gray smooth to gray smoother to super-smooth blaring red, then back down the scale again on Desktop Two... Nice.

Hey, lookit: I already know I am wealthy in many ways; my life is full and fulfilling today. Wealthy as I am, I think this-here hippity crikety one-click pricetagged push-button pixelworld's bubble-biz product line's going RICH.

As in "joke" more than in "pastry" imho, let alone "Tangible Assets". So now oi'll git me coat 'n' be off...

Mine's the avant-garde screen-printed one with the laser-red "NeoCon Pentagon" emblem moping slightly off-center and still creeping due north on the back. (Y'see that? It just lurched again!)

Greens: Abandon economic growth to beat CO2 offshoring

Walking Turtle
Pirate

Walk Gently on Mother Earth...

And treat your neighbor as one'd accept being treated, oneself. (But everybody here already knew that, eh?)

So Google out the fable of a Colony of Bees by one Bernard DeMandeville, titled, "The Grumbling Hive, or, Knaves Turn'd Honest". A fwe hundred rgymed doggerel couplets, less trouble than Chaucer and much to the point, methinks. Keynes is the better known economist, of course - and became so, following his college years, after having discovered De Mandeville, as things turn out.

Yup, just follow the money. http://www.Worldreports.org 's right lively right now, actually - Mr. Story follows the larcenous villains' lootings in detail.

Aye, batten the hatches, mates - rough seas ahead, an' then there's them shoals Over There an' all manner o' barnacles Just Everywhere... Salt pork 'n' hardtack be what's left...

Yes, Virginia, I'm sorry too but the Captain lied bigtime 'n' laid a ton o'whoppers on us all. With a trowel. In spades, yes, that's well put.

Now there he goes AGAIN... Bold as brass and nothing but News Blackout all up and down the Albion Plate.

Croikey.

This is no drill.

Obama critical of Bush regime's bioterror fearmonger gap

Walking Turtle
Boffin

All that is Needed to Know of All This...

...Neatly pressed and folded:

http://www.rossco.org/HumanNature.pdf

Wherein much that is held occulted and much too close to the chest by some few who would indeed "control" the many, indeed much to the detriment of far more than benefit, is made plain by a well-grounded (also Canadian, which might help a bit, eh?) Systems Engineer and analyst of impeccably crafted and (occasionally dauntingly) rigorous analytical rectitude.

Life, the Universe, How it All Works on Earth in Human Society, and Everything is what's examined. The precision may leave a lasting impression. Beats reading Nash on Non-Cooperative Game Theory all hollow, as first-cut intro field manuals go, really. Even better, it's 130 pages of well-organized and utterly plain English. Puts the F-U's out in the light of day right smart and plain.

I'd bid the Gentle Trusting Reader enjoyment, but I (for one, being the onbe who is obligated to point toward this Manual of Bad News for Princess Sparkle Pony and all her kept-innocent Care-Bear friends) do think that maybe only BOFHs of a certain human-development inclination and (maybe, just maybe) some few evilly suicidal masochists (who also play at IT/geopolitickal mavenry) could indeed actually enjoy very much of such a deep-cut tech-analysis doc as this. But the hand-wringing stops once the terms of the equation become clear; see for yourself if at all inclined.

After all, forewarned is forearmed. Best by far imho that no more of the Eschaton be actualized than has already been kerfluffled right slap-dag into our faces by Them Kind, one may be indeed be found thinking from time to time as things (tish and all) just keep on a-rollin' Downstream...

Caption: Securely wrapped in three layers of broiler foil and then enclosed within the microwave-proof oven cavity, the personal cell-phone immediately became useless as a means of casual remote spying. Even though the circuitry remained active, no microphone signal could escape. All incoming calls went to voicemail.

High-tech assaults often do yield to low-tech solutions. The defender need merely survive. Sketch /ad/ /lib./

Inventor of first practical transistor dead at 91

Walking Turtle
Black Helicopters

Another early Transistor Example. (Also another Good Idea as bonus.)

Those who Google one T. Henry Moray's work on macro-magnetic field electro-resonance devices ("free" 'leccy drawn from a circuit built on Earth made to resonate with the Cosmos-scale tho' semi-subtle "Vibrations of the Spheres" (sic), more/less, per what I do grasp third-hand of Tesla's "Radiant Energy" hypothesis) will sooner or later scope out patent drawings and maybe a photo or two related to yet another apparent (tho' early) solid-state junction-based switching device. (Offhand, I suspect germanium due to the apparently high frequency being apparently switched, resonated and thus exploited.)

Dr. (PhD) Moray's little breadbox was apparently fitted with a ground rod, an antenna, and a "Bump-um-up" start-switch. It seems to have had a way of powering banks of lamps, multiple high-wattage heaters and suchlike *resistive* loads for indefinite periods, with no inclination toward overload or excessive heating-up on its own part. By the extant photos and descriptions of the nature of the light produced at his live demos, though, it seems quite clear that the as-delivered electrical fluid's base freq was likely much higher than our modern 50- or 60-cycle grids tend to provide today. Franlky, the effect looks to myself just like something a Tesla coil would produce if it rang like a bell, only with more amps and less volts.

Fatter wire, fewer turns, tuned just so... "Tickled" just so, like a resonance kick-start or a rubber hammer on the bell's rim... Hmmm...

The switching device, as illustrated on the sites I visited (you go too; kindly do!) looked (to myself) like a somewhat crude and certainly sizeable (as well as arguably effective) germanium (I deduce; crystal-based, anyway) switching device encapsulated in a blown glass envelope, when I first started puzzling over it on a few "Radiant Energy" Web sites a few months back.

One expects that a decently similar power-capture device might be built from off-the-shelf bits these days, really. Germanium's 300mV forward junction-drop sure takes better to a gentle initial ticklin' than any 700mV silicon-junction device might ever, when the steady-state alternating input energy's mebbe a bit on the feeble side... Hm. Then there's power MOSFETs these days...? (Gee, I sure would like to build one of those workhorses - looks like it;s Worth Doing Right.)

And that is Item One. As for Item Two:

Ah, yes, things worth building. Let us now (at last!) have ourselves a decent triple-expansion, triple-compound, 120° radial-axis Serpollet-design-derived steam-driven expansion engine (with multifuel-capable monotube boiler) for immediate application to the post-petrol challenges of fuel-versatile, closed-cycle, non-toxic (yes) light steam vehicle propulsion purposes, shall we? It seems clear that we shall soon need such cost-effective drop-in conversion packages as these for soon-to-be-moribund explosion-driven vehix, I think...

Seal 'em semi-permanently inside a cut-down 55-gal oil drum or similar enclosure; bolt 'em flat to the rear floor of the ol' SUV like a phat steel pancake. Couple the package's crankshaft thru a right-angle box directly to the differential's universal joint.

Valve timing works thru a simple linkage mech, cable-controlled (If neither digital telemetry nor hydraulic control methods hold any appeal) through the side of the can... Steam enters (and spent vapor exits) the propulsion mechanism through headers in the sidewall, too.

Steam lines route under the floor, of course. Well-insulated, of course, from boiler to engine. The "exhaust" vapor is piped forward to the condenser, naturally. Feed-pump and auxiliary electrical generation from a wee secondary direct-drive double-acting chuffer or hi-tech turbine/gearbox, off to the side under the bonnet. (I like the chuffer, mese'f.)

Little else need change, really... Likely gentler accel off the line, is all. Maybe no more shriekin' jackrabbit tyre-burns left at the crossroads... But no terrible limit on the top speed either, given only proper design. (The "throttle" sets that variable in place; remember it's the variable valve timing that sets the road speed and direction in these pseudo-retro "light steam power" rigs.) No torque converter needed at all, either, US EPA opinions to the contrary notwithstanding, thankyouveddymuch.

The 1913 world land speed record, remember, was set by a steamer. A novel steam bicycle won the annual student/open cycle race at MIT one early year, too, though the builder/driver/winner of that coal-burning three-lap winner tragically died of a heart attack at or a little before reaching the finish line.)

Now consider the Shabbos benefits of a near-silent propane-fueled steam-driven radial-engine lawn mower. Especially when one is the goyische neighbor and Saturday is the *one* day off... That one-lung blappin' stinkin' gas-burner's never ever likely to be made really quiet enough; we all know that.

So the boiler belongs where the V-8 once throbbed. Burn anything from wood- or hemp-pellets thru sugarcane bagasse to peanut oil to cheap perfume if that's all you got. Use a Fresnel array and align that monotube's tracking accordingly, and off you go. (Just Boil It.) Methane and suchlike gaseous scavenge can work well too, with platinated refractory wool sandwiched-in 'tween pancake-wound monotube layers for combustion efficiency's sake.

The condenser goes where the radiator once was. Then the feed-water is pumped back to the boiler as mentioned. Good seals make for little loss and very favorable vehicle range indeed.

Yep, this one's core components are sure due for a wireframe animation treatment any day now. A little OpenGL graphics creativity oughta' do it. You'll know when she hits the post-conceptual stage; just look for a Very Fancy Steam Engine Screensaver. But please, me beloved droogies, don't hesitate to beat me to it - machine shop and all.

Um, the physics review is already long since done. Easier to re-generate it all these days than in most, I'll warrant. I won't mind a bit, let alone sue, should anyone well-positioned pull this one off themselves bigtime, really, and (only collateraly; nothing more though perhaps tragically unavoidable) help starve The Dark Dickster's slick-sick-'n'-sinister torture forces right back to the place from whence they emerged to plague us all, I think. Let them eat their own diesel, they love it so. (Hmph.) Oh well.

Keep on thinking free, me laddy-bucks! Take up lathes and milling-machines and boring mills and diamond-plating surface-finishing gear for PEACE, shall we just, already? I do think so, and I already drive a fine homegrown 24-volt electric PPEV every day, all over town. Haven't burnt but eight measly gallons of diesel and some three quarts of naptha (as BBQ charcoal lighter) in the year gone by, truth be known to all. (My money stays mine longer, that way.)

Uh-oh. There's that pesky Al-Quaida(Halley-burton)/Al-Quaida(Exxon) yee-haw jee-hahd petroslavery-enforcement blacksuit goon-skwad a-circlin' back 'round th' block in this remarkably monolithic moonlight; they musta' homed in on me broadband agin... Glad that dang Hummer of theirs's got a rotted muffler... (Crap tinpot import steel, like as not.) Gotta' log off an' split now; hit the tunnels an' change me hairstyle right PDQ again. Can't sleep now, clowns'll tase me...

Peace. I'm out.

US teen cuffed for disposable camera 'Taser'

Walking Turtle
Coat

It really is not the Heat...

It's the Humiliationeers. Good Officer Friendly was never so savage as these Hulking Neckless Wonders and generally shave-headed ones.

http://www.wkyc.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=82447

Now Google { sheriff wheelchair dump quad } and have another ultra-violence cop(NOT) viddy. Now keep following the links. Believe me, they are Out There.*

Evil Prima Donna Terrorwar Artistes. With guns and riot gear and all. Not Bad Cops. Bad Cops are not *this* kind of bad. These Uniformed Ones on the Publick Payroll, imho, are in fact not cops at all.

Not "Constables of the Peace", to be sure. One of THOSE knows straight-up, right from the core outward, how to KEEP the peace when there is peace to keep, and how to best RESTORE peace when Peace turns up broken or wounded. ALL of THOSE, imho, are from Heaven.

But Evil Prima Donna Terrorwar Artistes, sad to be telling, reliably prefer to provoke abjectitude and terror rather than provide the means of peace of any sort at all, this side of the grave. I think that all such as these are emphatically NOT from Heaven. Far from /those/ Gates, they are from, to be sure. I smell CULT. No mistake.

Evil Prima Donna Terrorwar Artistes in Cop Drag, I can give 'em that. "COP", I cannot and do not. Calling things what they are not and never were is how the whole USDC Carpetbagger Executive Terrorwar Kerfluffle got going, Story Problems and all, now is it not?

Legendary fact: The Evil Prima Donna Terrorwar Artiste Mentality rolled into town one day, all the way from Foggy Bottom DeeCee. She rode in on the wings of three free-falling towers, two jet airplanes, one zero-operable NORAD Air Defense Radar System gone all joysticky somehow, that day, and one heckuva' Big Zero of a Big Lie Propaganda Catapult Job in Spades. Then it stayed for lunch, promising to pay handsomely once it ate, for it was SOOO-OO-O Hungry. Then it up and ate two-thirds of the town... The nation...

Now these days, one finds more and more Good People are forced out and on the run, rousted by rogue EPDTAs for all manner of specious and foul vendetta-reasons, from coast to Very Shiny coast. But nobody sorts any of 'em out from the swelling hordes of /nouveau-/ homeless Bubble Mortgageers and other globalizationally-displaced persons in our growing Cheneyvilles and Dubya'Towns, so it "Ain't Haaa-aa-appening" by too many accounts.

No Habeas Corpus, No Recourse. EPDTAs seem to "dig" that item, y'know? Iffen it ain't black helicopters at three AM or the Goon Skwad at five, why, it's bound to be nuthin' but vultures intent on precipitatin' another high noon showdown...)

Um, Good Officer Friendly never EVER made up his Bad Guys just to please himself, ever, at all.. But hey - who's that burly, shave-headed, neckless jackbooted chap on Inner-Pocket duty in the cloakroom tonight?

Thanks for the pint - best be going - no coat, no trouble for me - I still have me raggy ol' favorite sweater that I walked in with on, Mate. Looks like us Yanks're gonna' hav'ta' just look Old Plug-Ugly straight in the Taser, and one lawful, peaceable way AND another, act every day to justly, sweetly, strongly, safely, effectively, beautifully just...

Increase the Peace.

Reverse the Curse.

Reject ALL terror.

(You KNOW you WANT to.)

* Thank Heaven for the strength and courage of those brave and honest officers who have risked their all to make these and many, many similarly shocking items into the Publick Internet Record. Google Video and YouTube top management: kindly EDUCATE yourself, and have NO COMPLICITY with the EPDTAs who pressure you to censor the Open Internet and the Good Lawful Publick Record therein!

Genuine Gentlepersons in C.O.P Uniform, I salute you all!

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