First Steganographic Image Found In The Wild
Niels Provos writes: "After months of searching for steganographic content on eBay and
elsewhere -- downloading millions of images, we were finally able to
find an image with a stegangraphic message hidden in it. Stegdetect and Stegbreak made short process with it. It took less
than a second to compute the secret key necessary to extract the
hidden message. Two commands at the prompt, and we found the hidden
message to be an image of B-52 scrapyard. Right off Terraserver."
Here are some of the things that make me embarrassed to be a U.S. citizen:
Killing hundreds of thousands of innocent unsuspecting people, both through our actions, and our inaction.
Claiming to be the "land of the free and home of the brave" but supporting dictatorships, and refusing cease producing land mines.
Patting ourselves on the back and proclaiming what a great nation we are, while letting much of the world suffer without electricity, reliable sources of food, clean water to drink, etc. (No, I'm not a socialist, but I do believe in giving a fair opportunity for success.)
My personal favorite. Supporting Osama and his "freedom fighters" in their fight against the communists of the (former) Soviet Union, and then dropping funding when we no longer gain anything from it. Not that this was a isolated or singular event. This is a recurring activity. Do you have any concept of the government (or living conditions) in Kuwait right now? To forstall any questions, I don't. That's the point. Our interests were served, so we feel no obligation to pay any more attention.
In the end, the root of all violence is violence. I wish no ill will on you, or the terrorists. I hope that they are in a place where they can reflect upon the actions they commited, and see the pain and suffering that it caused. I don't wish them to feel shame, just that they might grow, and if faced with the same choice again, make a more peaceful one. As for myself, I live with the daily struggle of not flipping the bird to those motorists that feel no remorse in cutting me off. We all have to start somewhere.