Do You Know Where Your Privacy Is?
blankmange writes "CNET is reporting coverage of the Computers Freedom and Privacy Conference, being held in San Francisco this week. 'The conference, normally a forum for digerati to pose a series of frightening "what if" scenarios, has morphed into an event where participants' worst surveillance nightmares may be poised to come true following the terrorist attacks.' Sounds like we may want to listen for any definitive solutions that come from this conference."
PuPu Spare Ribs
Ingredients:
5 lb spareribs
4 cloves garlic
1 large piece of ginger root, crushed
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup sugar
1 cup soy sauce
1 cup catsup
1/3 cup oyster sauce
Procedure:
Cut spareribs into 1 1/2 inch pieces. In a large saucepot, combine ribs, garlic, ginger, and salt. Add water to cover ribs, bring to a boil, lower heat, and simmer until ribs are tender, about 1 to 1 1/2 hours. Drain. Combine remaining ingredients and marinate ribs in sauce overnight in the refrigerator. Place ribs on rack of broiler pan and broil 3 inches from unit for 7-10 minutes, basting with remaining sauce. Turn and broil for 5-7 more minutes. Makes 15-20 servings.
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Toastie? Scares me some, too.
You are not the customer.
Almost got first post :-)
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The people question at the FBI raid of the chicago 2600 meeting were threatened with the death penality under the patriot act...
another law do to mass hysteria and paranoia
Chicago2600.net more than a lifestyle, its a survival trait.
Heh, with a wifi card and a connection to the net, not at 64k feet anymore. I could trade CC numbers while I fly across the US :)
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ping -f 255.255.255.255 # if only
From the ACLU
A national ID would not prevent terrorism. An identity card is only as good as the information that establishes identity in the first place. Terrorists and criminals will continue to be able to obtain -- by legal and illegal means -- the documents needed to get a government ID, such as birth certificates and social security numbers. A national ID would create a false sense of security because it would enable individuals with an ID -- who may in fact be terrorists -- to avoid heightened security measures.
A national ID would depend on a massive bureaucracy that would limit our basic freedoms. A national ID system would depend on both the issuance of an ID card and the integration of huge amounts of personal information included in state and federal government databases. One employee mistake, an underlying database error or common fraud could take away an individual's ability to move freely from place to place or even make them unemployable until the government fixed their "file."
A national ID could require all Americans to carry an internal passport at all times, compromising our privacy, limiting our freedom, and exposing us to unfair discrimination based on national origin or religion. A national ID would foster new forms of discrimination and harassment. The ID could be used to stop, question, or challenge anyone perceived as looking or sounding "foreign" or individuals of certain religious affiliations.
By the way you can send a free fax to your congressmen opposing the national ID at the aclu's website at:
http://www.aclu.org/action/id107.html
I say we do everything possible to run their faxes outta toner.
Chicago2600.net more than a lifestyle, its a survival trait.
If it comes at the cost of preventing terrorist attacks...
fj33r.org
..that one of the new 'what if' topics to come up will be the US Government mulling over whether to use Microsofts Passport as a national ID system (for the USA at least) as detailed in the earlier thread.
That is quite alarming.. Microsoft are not renowned for having 'the best interest of the consumer at heart' - how long till you start getting bombarded with junk mail and trial CD's for MSN, or the latest version of Windows because of your National ID? Scary..
"Hey! Unless this is a nude love-in, get the hell off my property!!"
Should be the "keep-some-to-pass-down" dept.
And this was before 9/11! What privacy do you have to save? These people are just engaging in mental masturbation, there is no privacy, the point is moot.
I just fail to see how any monitoring of people's personal transmissions, web site viewing habits, etc. can help law enforcement against terrorists. Since 9/11 it isn't only the governmental agencies who are being more cautious about goings on around them, but also the terrorists. I would assume that terror rings, knowing the FBI, CIA, and other national security agencies are monitoring for possible terrorist activities on the internet will be more careful in the future to use public internet terminals, web email accounts, and encryption. This is just another ill fated attempt at law enforcement trying to get more power while they can, using public fears to convince the general population that it is needed.
Space is etarnal! Tomorrow a new open source company will be dead, oh, joy! :)
Doesn't this violate the GPL?
Political problems, political solutions: we need to take political action to combat this stuff.
Privacy needs to be made a right, and we need to push back against being stripped of our rights at political levels: no amount of encryption in the world can stop you going to jail for using it.
Support GeekPAC - the beginnings of our voice in Washington.
Hexayurt - open source refugee shelter,
Actually, I probably don't want to let anyone know that while I'm in San Fransisco. They might ask to see it.
What they think about @ /.
....should we call this....
- good read
- must read
- interesting read
- fun read
- amusing little read
"The homeland security budget is pork for the IT industry," said Andrew Schulman, chief researcher of the Privacy Foundation.
Thank God.
Throw some of that pork my way. I'm tired of the current job market.
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It's hard to believe that's how Micronians are made. Why don't we see it right now by having you both kiss one another?
When software can install itself without asking, and you're automatically bound by a EULA that gives it the RIGHT to do what its made to do, be it downloading your CCNs or checking your pr0n archives, we have little privacy. Sure, none of this is going to get back to anyone I know, but the information being out there is a nightmare. Imagine if you went to a pr0n site and started getting snail-spam from that site. Or you go to another site, and it automatically starts printing ads. Where does it end?
Job? I don't have time to get a job! Who will sit around and bitch about being broke and unemployed then?
A problem exposed!
hovito!
Did you ever have a straight guy? It seems quite a topic to discuss. As far as I know, it is almost as popular as for those "straight guys" to ask each other if they had a virgin. I had my "first" straight guy easy enough. He was (i.e., he still is, for all I know) a guard at the bank where I used to work. It was my first working place after graduation and I appreciated it very much. It looked like my employers were if not plain homophobic but in any case considered gays dangerous and disgusting, half personages of slimy jokes, half characters of criminal news. That was the reason why I never strove for coming out of closet - but, surely, people who were not entirely blind could clearly guess - and seemed to guess.
It happened when I had to stay at the office for a while after everybody else had gone. It turned out that me and this guy (Steve, by the way) were the only people in the building. He had to go home soon, too, but his shift mate was late. So, he poured a cup of coffee and came up to me to have a little talk. I was almost over with my business and, actually, Steve had such gorgeous looks that I was only glad to have a chat with him. He was about eight years older than me, 6'2" athletic blonde, trimmed very shortly and with the eyes that seemed sapphire with the right angle of light.
He was very amiable and we had a pleasant conversation for a quarter an hour. In its course he casually mentioned some his friend who was stalked by a queer guy and finally surrendered. He expatiated for a while how disgraceful it all was and how senseless these relations were. I eagerly agreed with him - because it seemed to me what he wanted to hear and I'm prone to tell people what they want to hear. I was not sure if he knew I was gay but I thought he didn't mean anything wrong, it was the ways of that gay guy he condemned.
Eventually his shift came. By this time Steve already found out that I was without car right then and offered me a lift, the more so, as it was his way.
But he was so thorough that brought me right to the porch - though he easily could set me down on the pavement five minutes earlier. His courtesy impressed me so much that I felt I had to do something nice to him. I asked him if he would stop by for a cup of coffee or a beer. I wouldn't say I didn't have a second thought behind it. It sounds strange after his eloquent speeches about "evil queers" but - my question sounded quite innocent. And he was free to say 'I am short of time'. And, in any case, his consent to a cup of coffee didn't imply his willingness to jump into my bed.
"Sure," he said.
We climbed to my apartment and I made us coffee and some really kinky cocktails. It seemed he was pleased. So, we smoked and chatted. We were sitting on the sofa rather close and, as he set his legs wide apart, his knee was pressed quite tightly to mine. I still wondered how much conscious it was. I sought for a means to check it and could think of nothing. Not that I was afraid he would paste me - it was just a point of some decency, that I was afraid to look like a fuckin' faggot in his eyes.
But I was quite aroused even with the possibility. I tried to keep an eye contact with Steve to avoid his accidental looking at my bulge - ugh, his eyes were really startling. And then he, blabbing something, decided to put his glass on the table. The thing was he had to stoop over me to do it. So, he leaned on my lap pressing his belly to the very my place - and I flew up to heaven. It was made in a such deliberate way that I couldn't doubt any more.
When he sat straight again, I reached for his arms and touched them lightly. I still was afraid to scare him, so, I patted him a little. He didn't mind. I took his face in my palms feeling his rough day stubble through the smoothness of his tanned skin. I was going to kiss his lovely mouth when he said:
"Let's turn the light off."
I stood up and went to the switch. On my halfway back he met me in the darkness. He hugged me rather awkwardly. I pressed my basket to his hard-as-rock rod. He kind of slid his lips on my cheek and whispered to my ear:
"Take off your clothes."
I knew he had to feel curious, maybe, about another man's body in this situation, so, I did what he said dropping my tie, shirt, pants and underwear around me. He took off his shirt, too, and unzipped his trousers. He stopped there and I thought it wouldn't harm to relax him a little. I tried to touch his scrotum but he drew my hand aside. Instead he ran his hands over my shoulders and then took hold of my nipples. He pinched them hard and twisted them - and I gasped in excitement. His fingers were rather rough and this sensation continued to send pain-pleasure waves through my body. I reached for his chest as well - but he didn't let me do it. He put one his palm on my head and pressed me down while his other hand released his cock from the jockeys.
I glided down to my knees and took his piercing dick into my mouth right through to his balls. His cock was about 7" long and uncut and I slowly slid along it, pressing my lips tightly to move his skin a little along the rod. He groaned clenching my head firmly between his hands. I sucked him, then backed a little and flickered my tongue into his pisshole. I felt a salty residual of his piss and licked around his foreskin.
"Yes, yes," he hissed, "open it!"
I was glad to do my best with. He moaned and growled and pressed my head to his crotch to the point. I took him in all through to my throat and I would take his resilient balls covered with soft fair hair in, too, if I could. I was sure his girl-friend or wife (yes, he was married) never gave him such good deep-throat - if any. He was in heaven. He bumped me hard, with his fingers plaited into my hair, kind of pulling me onto his dick and yanking back.
I thought he would come soon - but he didn't. Actually, after some time his motions got a steady rhythm. Then he abruptly yanked his cock out from my mouth and pulled me upwards. When I stood up, he turned me back to him. His searching hand moved along my crack. I bowed and set my hands upon the table to make it easier for him to get in. He looked for my hole for a while and I giggled. Oh, well, it was a wicked thing to do, to laugh at a straight guy on his first gay "date". But worse thing was that he didn't giggle back. He shook me quite violently instead. I stuck my ass up into the air to make it more convenient for him. He found the aim and shot right home to his balls. Oh, man! Does he fuck his girl/wife in the same manner? I thought if his cock hadn't been soaked in my spat it would have been much worse for me.
"Oh, yes!" he breathed out. "Take it all, faggot!"
Actually, I didn't find it very alluring: this guy was in my ass and I was a faggot! But I preferred not to make a fuss out of it. Much worse was the way he pumped me. Whether the angle was wrong or he just thrust too roughly - but I was in a bad pain. First it looked like he pulled his cock all the way out from my hole and then slammed it again in one blow. And after that he started these swift jerking motions that felt as if he was sawing inside me.
I lost my erection. Steve didn't notice it - or rather, he didn't care. He stuck his fingers in my shoulders and moved me to the floor on my fours. Ughh! It was even worse. His dick was as sharp in my hole as if he pierced me with a red-hot rod. Actually, it was so bad that I even couldn't squeeze my rectum's walls to make him cum faster - and he was obviously from these long-fuckers who could save their cum till doomsday.
I made a little whimper and tried to walk away from him on my hands and knees. Well, he knew better. He caught me by my waist and buried his cock even deeper.
"You like my dick, sluthole," he said breathlessly, "tell me how you like it!"
I only whined a little. I thought, of course, I could cry blue murder and so make him get out off me but - it was me who initiated it. So, I decided to take it like a man as long as I could.
For the last session he turned me on my back and pushed my legs up to my head. The only thing that helped me to go through it was that he already was not for long. He grunted increasing the speed to beyond limits and then yanked his cock out of me and shot his semen on my chest. Oh, fuck! I don't mind a good cum to my mouth or to my ass - but some people mess about it too much. So, Steve fertilized me with his semen, rubbed it in my nipples and lay down near to me, clearly exhausted.
I reached for my cigarettes and he said:
"Light one for me!"
He was in absolutely high spirits, stretched himself on the carpet and slightly stroked my croup with his fingers.
We spoke again a little, he said he wanted to find out how it's with a man for a long time and that he liked it a lot. He didn't say anything about his own ass fucked - it looked like this idea even didn't strike him. When speaking, he was simply another personality - affable and friendly - and I started feeling squeamish for my resentment during the act.
In a while we took our showers and he started home. At the door he lingered and said to me:
"I really liked it. Will we go on with it?"
"Sure," I said. How could I say anything else to his face - at heart, however, my answer was "Never in the world".
He left me with finger-shaped bruises on my shoulders, kind of strain in my crotch and very, very sore ass hole. And I felt like I was really fucked, not made sex with a guy. A certain consolation for me could be the thought that this guy was straight before - but some people would doubt if I really turned him out, 'cause I never penetrated his ass. Anyway, I felt like a sheer idiot and I didn't like it.
* * *
I decided to see this encounter as one more one-night stand and took as much experience out of it as I could. Actually, I even wondered if Steve would shun me and this thought upset me a little - I didn't want any kind of bad terms at my work.
At first, however, it seemed okay and even better. Steve greeted me as always, in his warm cheerful manner and gave me a word or two occasionally - just like before. It looked like nothing happened and I thought if he preferred to forget it, then I would sign it, too.
It was in the middle of the day - I went to the lavatory and, when I was over, I met Steve at the sinks. He smiled to me pleasantly. I smiled to him back. There was nobody in the room - and then he suddenly grasped me around my waist and dipped his hand into my pants. I froze up - meanwhile he got into my jockeys and stuck his two fingers into my ass. I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do. I tried to set free from him but, not to mention that he hooked me with his fingers in my anus, he also clasped me tightly in his arm.
"Here, here, what a warm shitty hole," he whispered in my ear intimately at the same time rubbing his cock against my ass cheek. "Do you feel it, faggot?"
"Yes, I do," I said in a reasonable voice, "and stop it, Steve, somebody can come in!"
I thought at least his wits would make him stop risking. He could lose much more than me - he had his wife and what it would be if anyone caught us in this position! But he was, probably, one from those who liked to risk.
"You like it, right?" he continued to whisper in his husky low voice. "When shall we meet again?"
"I don't know," I started, "I have really a lot to do..."
"Today," he said simply. "I'll pick you up after the work."
I returned to my table thinking if I looked like a man who was just flushed to the toilet. I didn't have any intention to meet Steve after the work, so, I tried to slip away a bit before time. And look who I saw at the doorway, smiling and winking to me?!
I thought only: I have to say 'I don't want to have anything with you, Steve. It was nice but it is over.' And then I couldn't say it. I didn't have face to say it. He was smiling to me, all so happy that he caught me, so looking forward to our encounter...
Name me a fool.
So, we went to his car. Meanwhile I invented some story about my own apartment, that I had a cousin living with me for a while. I hoped Steve would change his mind. But no, he started and in no time at all we were already out of town. He drove down from the road and parked somewhere behind the trees. It seemed he knew the place pretty well, probably, brought his girls here a lot of times.
Without wasting time he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was half-hard. He played with it, stroked it, as if demonstrating me his man meat.
"C'mon," he said. "Show HIM how you love him!"
I licked my lips and slid down along his rod. He was in clear pleasure while I bobbed my head on his dick. His left hand pressed the back of my head trying to make me take it deeper.
With his right hand he fingered my ass. I was pretty turned on with the sensation, he added finger to finger into it - and then he said casually:
"They are right that you faggots can let pass a train there. I never saw so loose as yours."
I gagged with his cock for the first time. He sounded like it was his general occupation - to stick his finger into a men's asses. I wanted to say something but then, anyway, he was cumming. I swallowed his load quickly, licked his foreskin a couple of times to clean it and sat straight.
"Did you feel it?" he asked with incredible pride. "I saved it for you, my faggot, my wife didn't have it at all these days!"
"Poor wife" I said.
For the first time he looked at me with suspicion.
"Do you try to play smart with me?" he asked. I suddenly remembered how he shook me when I chuckled at him that first day and I said carefully:
"No, that's okay, never mind."
He took his limp prick away and we drove back to the town.
* * *
...there's a website that monitors it 24 hours a day with a webcam.
that's
My privacy is right here, close at hand, safely put away in
~/.mozilla/default/3i7x8mr8.slt/cookies.txt
"Provided by the management for your protection."
That being said, the problem with even the naming of the "Patriot Act" is that I consider myself a patriot to the United States, however I do NOT like the implications of this legislation. However, to speak out against it, the sheeple (those who don't know/care about the issues being raised) are feed the line that if you don't agree with this act, then you must be a terrorist.
Ok ... so if I'm forced to go along with it, at what point do we have to say NO MORE? By the time that we get some prominent voices logically explaining the situation to the masses, it will be too late. In Micro$oft we're forced to trust. We opted you in for your own good.
One problem is that if I attempt to start encrypting my email (to preserve my freedoms), two things would happen. One, I would have a really tough time convincing my Non-Technical friends to do the same, so we could carry on conversations. And two, I would be branded a terrorist, since I'm not following the herd.
This isn't the only thing to do, however it's a fairly easy concept to get across.
IF, and that is a big if, there was a large enough group together (in philosophy), we maybe able to stop this runaway train before it's too late.
Another problem with this whole area of legislation, is ... Who monitors the monitors? (to quote Enemy of the State).
Obviously, carnivore and it's brethern IS being used for survallance, but who is making sure that it's being used for good? Likewise, who would make sure that our MS Passports aren't hacked into? The CIA/NSA/FBI should be able to be trusted, but are they trustworthy? Microsoft ... well we all know where Microsoft stands in this matter.
I know that this is preaching to the choir ... just some points that I believe ...
Karma? Karma? I don't need no stinkin' karma.
lets make a really long thread! I'll start!
Serving Size: 4
1 15 oz.can garbanzo beans -- drained
1/2 cup onion -- chopped
1/4 cup fine dry bread crumbs
1 tablespoon fresh parsley -- chopped
1 teaspoonground cumin
1/2 teaspoonground coriander
1/4 teaspoonsalt
1/8 teaspoonblack pepper
1/8 teaspoonground red pepper
2 cloves garlic -- minced
vegetable cooking spray
2 teaspoons olive oil, divided
2 6-inch pita rounds -- cut in half
4 curly lettuce leaves
Tahini Sauce
Position knife blade in food processor bowl; add first 10 ingredients and process until smooth.
Divide mixture into 8 equal portions, shaping each into a 3-inch patty.
Coat a large nonstick skillet with cooking spray; add 1 1/2 tsp. of oil and place over medium heat until hot.
Add 4 patties to skillet; cook 2 minutes on each side or until lightly browned.
Repeat procedure with remaining oil and patties.
Spread about 2 tablespoons of Tahini Sauce evenly into each pita half.
Fill each half with 1 lettuce leaf and 2 falafel patties.
Its in the proverbial toilet along with my other civil rights like gun ownership, (2nd), freedom of assembly (1st), freedom from Government searches [i.e., searches at airports by federal employees] (4th) and Federally imposed mandates on the state I live in (10th).
Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.
When I opened my eyes, it was dark. I had to fall asleep. I missed the changes when they happened. I was on my back, with my hands raised over my head and fastened there. Not in ropes, not even in cuffs. The rings on my wrists were more firm, fixed together and clipped to the wall a little above.
There was somebody on me. The room was so dark that I couldn't see anything. But I felt a lot of him - he was heavy and huge and swarmed on me. His scent was a strong one - but though I was clouded by it, I couldn't define if it was sweat or spicy perfume or something foul.
I thrashed under him. These were quite helpless movements - he was simply a bulk (that didn't surprise me, taking into account my tastes) - but at least I gave him to know that I was conscious.
"Wait! No!" I didn't like the way he was doing it - silently, only with his breath touching my face.
He didn't answer. I felt his chest pressed to mine. It caused me troubles with breathing. His big cold hands grabbed my thighs spreading them wider and pulling up. His fingers went right into the scratches, making me flinch. I wondered how often he did it.
His cock was set against my cleft. I shuddered feeling its size. I had to expect it - according to the condition of my hole - but it didn't help me to cope with the thought that he would drive it inside me right now.
I twitched desperately.
"No! Don't do it! You don't have right! I don't want you to!"
Without saying a word he raised himself on one hand and slapped me with the other. His strength was enormous. It felt like a shell exploded in my head. My lips became numb but they must have been splinted because a thin stream of blood tickled my chin.
He returned his hands to the position, digging his fingers in my skin. I was helpless - and the first stunning wave of pain went through me with the thick head of his cock penetrating my ass.
"Ooh, God!"
I didn't scream. Not because I was so patient, I would like to scream - but my throat was so contracted that I couldn't manage anything loud enough. He started thrusting - and I made more noise, moans in synch with his advance inside me. Even with the stretching he already gave to my ass he could not possibly insert his entire dick at once. He did it in several portions --and when he was in I thought I felt the tip of it right in my belly.
I whimpered uncontrollably. The pain didn't subside. But it was nothing in comparison with the agonizing torment when he began to really fuck me. My own howls frightened that little part of my mind that could register anything else but the blinding pain.
He battered my ass using his strength to shove his cock into me as deep as possible. And it was not deep enough for him because he was pulling my hips closer to him , scraping my skin to bleeding.
"God, stop it! Please, stop it!" sometimes I could articulate the words but more often I just wailed. Neither this not that seemed to affect him.
He speeded up. I heard his breath becoming panting. His cock was pulverizing me, beating my rectum to numbness. I made shrieks, anxious to pass out.
I didn't. He cummed before it. I felt jets of his liquid blasting inside me, one by one, huge amounts. I never even could imagine someone to ejaculate this much.
His cock limped. He did hurt me dragging this flaccid thing through my wounded rectum - but not far as much as before. I was sobbing because I was already weak of pain.
He didn't say a word getting up from me. For a moment in the lit square of the opening door I saw his grotesque silhouette - and then he left.
* * *
Only after some time I realized that he didn't release my hands. I lay uncovered, in darkness, on the sheets soaking in his semen and my blood.
I was cold and exhausted. The only sound I heard was my own sobbing.
Maybe, I fainted for a while - I didn't know. Somehow it seemed to me that only quite a short time passed. But it had to be a longer term - because he was again in the room with me.
I felt his presence on the bed very near. Despair seized me - I was so much hurt, I couldn't stand it once more! Not yet.
"Oh, please, please, don't!" my voice broke when I started. Tears ran from my eyes. I heard his breath - a sigh. No answer.
Instead he leant to me - and I sensed his cold hand with extremely long fingers on my cheek. It seemed he saw me perfectly because suddenly his wet tongue touched the flow of blood from my lips. His tongue was huge, too, and somehow rough. He licked the blood and rather carefully touched the splits. I groaned. He lapped my tears - I couldn't stop shedding them.
And then he started crawling over me.
I pissed myself. I was afraid of this pain so much - it just went beyond my control. He grunted something - I understood he felt what happened. He was sitting between my thighs.
"Why are you going to do it again?" I spoke and my voice was almost unrecognizably shaky. "Are you horny again? Oh, Christ, please, give me some more time!"
His palm patted my belly.
"My God!" I felt he took my hips again. There was no mercy from him.
I blacked out when he started.
* * *
My hands were free when I came to my senses. Light again. It hurt to move. On the floor at the bed I saw a tray with a tall glass and some kind of food on the plate - half-liquid paste, unappetizing looking. I sipped the drink. It had a strange taste but I thought I would enjoy it - if I were not in such pain.
I still was dryly dirty - but the sheets under me seemed to be changed. No more piss or semen. And - actually - I couldn't see any device on the wall above my head where my hands could be attached.
With quite a difficulty I dragged myself to the bathroom. My face in the mirror was the one of walking dead. I got under the water.
Maybe, there was some pain-killer in the drink - but I started feeling better after a while. Not completely, of course. As much as I wanted to clean my hole from the fuckin' sperm of this bastard, I couldn't even think about touching it.
I found toothbrush, paste, hairbrush and a disposable razor. I hated him taking care about me this way - and still I hated even more to be this slovenly. I brought myself in order and returned to the room. Well, somehow the paste on the plate didn't seem so disgusting for me. I probed it with the finger and licked it. It was not bad.
I walked a little after I ate. The door was shut - as if it didn't never open. I pushed the walls with faint hope that one of them suddenly would yield. In vain, of course.
Soon I was tired of moving. It ached to sit - but I didn't want to lie down. I wanted to be ready when he came. He didn't have to get me while I was sleeping - no more again. The door stayed shut.
* * *
Time was a mess for me after a while. I couldn't monitor any more how long the periods when I slept and when I was awake were. The minutes when I was fucked seemed to go forever. All other was in blur. It took a lot for me to understand that there were two of them, my jailers. The thing why I couldn't believe it was that it seemed impossible for me that there were two people in the world with such big members.
But one of them was cruel. The one who was leaving these inflamed scratches on my body; the one who put his mouth on my nipples and bit them without caring how much he hurt me. Soon I came to fear him frantically. The bad thing was there was no system in their visits. Sometimes one came two or three times in succession --and even if I was not asleep, I couldn't identify them on silhouette. Both were very tall - and in the short moment when they appeared in the lit doorway I saw that they matched it exactly - and it was stretched-hand high for me.
I used to think the other one kind. He never punched me and sometimes, if I whined especially pitifully, he changed his mind from fucking me and jerked off on me instead. He caressed me. He played with my genitals without hurting them. I tried to speak to him.
He never answered. But I didn't doubt he understood me.
I was in pain constantly. It dulled when I drank their drinks and, as the food they gave to me was half-liquid, I didn't have many problems with shitting. No, I didn't get accustomed to what was being done to me. But I felt too tired to do anything.
* * *
He was kissing me. His thick tongue wandered in my mouth. I didn't mind - the longer he did it, the farther from me was the moment of penetration. My head rested in his palm.
I didn't know why I responded him. I was strained in apprehension of pain - but I passed my tongue over his. He didn't seem to notice it at first. A little less reluctantly I flickered it once more. I never could understand why he tasted so strange. I licked his huge language in my mouth.
He withdrew. It was as if he supported himself on his hands, looking at me in the darkness.
"C'mon," I whispered. "Kiss me."
Our tongues intertwined. They pushed and battled as if we were lovers. I heard his sigh when he let me go.
I moved my curled fingers fixed in the rings.
"C'mere. Let me touch you."
After a pause he shifted. I felt his head approaching my hands. His skull was bald. A vast perfect form, smooth and cold. I patted it in the manner he sometimes patted me. A low murmur escaped him.
I tried to reach to his face. He didn't allow me. The tips of my fingers only brushed it. He backed.
He was kissing my chest and belly now. His lips were tender where his fellow hurt me. He kissed my bush, gently pulling the hair with his lips. He kissed my prick in the same way, just printing his kisses on it.
I was soft. He put his tongue into my slit and licked a little from it. His breath was slightly warm.
He licked his finger and probed my ass. I clenched my teeth not to scream. He pulled my hips up suddenly, more upward than usually. And I felt his tongue licking around my anus.
It was painful - but somehow it was pleasant, too. It seemed to soothe the splits on my skin. He pushed his tongue inside. I moaned. He took it away. He rocked me slightly.
When he lay down on me, he didn't insert his cock. He put it between my thighs, imitating the fucking. It took a while but he cummed at last. I was afraid to believe my luck.
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Unfortunately, I doubt any "difinitive solutions" will come from this conference. I have never known any solutions to come from any conference of this type. Ideas perhaps, new discussions started, new alliances and enmities forged. But not solutions.
Privacy has always been and will always be shaped by three opposing forces: freedom, convenience, and safety. It's the job of the citizenry to ensure that these forces remain in relative balance and that none is given undue weight.
Too much emphasis on freedom, perhaps you are inconvenienced and perhaps your safety is compromised (wild west). Too much emphasis on convenience, and perhaps your safety and freedom are compromised to provide that convenience. Too much emphasis on safety, and certainly your freedom and comfort will be sacrificed somewhat to keep you absolutely safe.
So, are monitoring technologies in the hands of law enforcement going to abolish our freedoms and privacy? Not if we temper their use, as we have done with everything from personal search to wiretapping.
I'm not particularly worried, but I am certainly glad that there are people who are, for they are the ones maintaining that delicate balance that keeps those forces in opposition.
He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send your fingerprints off to Washington."
I need a good chili recipe. One for really hot chili with beans!
1. Crush
2. Kill, Destroy
Remember way back some two years ago when Sun CEO Scott McNealy said "You have no privacy, get over it." To think, how far we've all come since then.
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/me checks pockets....
Well, I had it a minute ago...maybe I dropped it on the bus?
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(Preamble)A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, (Law) the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.
The part of "law" in the 2nd Amendment is "The right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed". If this was not true, the 2nd would have been worded to "A well regulated milities is necessary to the security of a free state thus citizens have the right to keep and bear arms if they are a part of that militia". Our founders did not state the 2nd in that manner. The militia section was the reasoning why *all* citizens have the right to bear arms.
Also, the United States of America was funded by pot growing, gun nuts. If they didn't have the guns, they would have never been able to get the English off their collective backs.
Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.
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I meant founded not funded but then again, I am sure they sold some of that pot to fund the Revolution.
Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.
On the issue of privacy:
Would it be possible to trade privacy for guaranteed freedoms? Such a thing might require a constitutional amendment, but hypothetically, suppose in exchange for your privacy you were given certain guarantees.
What limits would you place on the use of the information?
Of course, for many, privacy maybe a way to limit embarassment over certain things. Suppose EVERTHING were out-in-the-open. Would certain socially embarassing things become more acceptable? Would this give everyone a truer picture of human behavior?
NEVER let anyone touch your privacy parts!
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I think what was so perfidious about the 9-11 incidents was that the attackers seemed to have achieved what could have been one of their goals: Disturbing a civil society to that extent that it questions its fundamentals and arrange its changing ideals around fear.
If somebody has attacked the basis of your community, and now it must be changed for defense - It's sad, but this is some strange kind of victory.
I am sorry for the trauma Americans are living with. It makes them do strange, cruel and even some stupid things from my point of view. Giving up privacy is such a thing.
Okay, the heretical question of the day: Is privacy a right?
I don't think it is. Every other legitimate right that I am aware of hinges upon the ownership of property, including the ownership of the self. Do I own the information that pertains to me? Do I own Spamcentral's database entry that lists my email address? Do I own Megamart's correlations into my shopping habits? I don't think so.
Privacy is one of those things, like reputation, that one has to protect through other mechanisms than legal rights. Rule one: if you don't want people to know your email address, don't send email. Rule two: if you don't want Safeway to know your shopping habits, don't use your Safeway card. Rule three: if you don't want the government to know your travel destinations, don't take an airplane. It's damn inconvenient, but the fact remains that once you place your personal information into the public's domain, it becomes public domain.
Privacy is what you make of it.
The government should have no right to search your luggage at airports, because that luggage is your property. But the only thing stopping them from tracking your movements is propriety and decency, two traits which have been lacking in every government since Hammurabi's.
p.s. I find it somewhat ironic that the same community that argues that information should be free is the same community that screams the loudest when their personal information gets traded on the open market.
A Government Is a Body of People, Usually Notably Ungoverned
At the moment, I'm glad many don't have these sorts of arms. If they did, you'd be on your way to living in a Socialist "paradise" right now.
Of course, the first thing they would do is take away all the arms. Who would want to rise up against a socialist "utopia?"
A passport. No more fumbling around for yet another document while travelling.
I think you will have to spell that with a capital "P" soon.
But my country forces me to wear these long sleeved shirts! I AM BEING OPPRESSED!
Umm, when you refer to "You All", please don't include me!
I'm always been an advocate of preserving the Constitutional rights of U.S. citizens to keep and bear firearms!
What's sad is that the framers of the Constitution didn't have the ability to envision today's society with gigantic computer databases capable of data-mining. Nor did they forsee parabolic microphones that can eavesdrop on conversations from hundreds of feet away, infra-red cameras that let you see past walls and curtains, and many other things. If they lived in this world, I think you'd see a pronounced right to privacy in there too.
Anyway, the right for individual citizens to own and carry firearms was a key piece of the "freedom" puzzle back then, and still is today. The bottom line is, without this right, citizens will always be forced to bow down to government that still has ready access to these instruments controlling immediate "life or death".
The gun control advocates are looking at the "big picture" with tunnel vision. They see killing (and accidental death) as a bad thing which clearly gets lessened if you take away citizens access to firearms. I don't really have an argument with that. It's just a question of values. Do we strive for freedom and liberty, or do we strive for control and safety? It's pretty easy to design a safe world, at the expense of almost all individual rights. But sorry pal, that's not the world I want to live in!
The reason most of these plans settle for tracking identities and not individual behaviors is because humans are largely unpredictable.
Government already attempts to database individual behavior, largely with disasterous consequences!
Case in point:
My wife and I just had our first kid (a baby girl). Before we even got out of the hospital, we got a visit from the "Dept. of Social Services". The lady acted friendly enough, but both of us were rather confused as to why she was visiting us. She started asking a number of questions, starting out with where I worked, and proceeded to psycho-analyze my wife, followed by signing us up (despite our protests) to have a nurse come check on our daughter every week for the first year or two.
Only when we got a chance to look at a copy of the notes she jotted down (she accidently left them in our room) did we realize what was going on. When my wife was 15 years old, she tried to commit suicide. After that, one psychologist she went to was convinced she was mentally unstable and made notes to that effect in her medical records. (Other psychologists refuted that claim, and said she was simply a normal but upset teenager.) Apparently, the state automatically gets social services involved when they see someone "marked" in this way is having a baby.
Considering she's almost 30 years old now (as am I), this is insanity. I, too, had a difficult time growing up and often thought about suicide. So what? Am I unfit to be a parent now because of it? I dare say I'm better equipped to handle it if my child grows up having similar thoughts and problems!
These days, Id'ing is the stupidest way to fight terrorism. The terrorists of sep 11th were all "clean" before they did what they did. Heck, two of them received visas 6 months after sep 11th. Remember this is the age of the "suicide bomber" (its becoming a fashion, in fact, to do things that way. A decade ago people would have wondered about who would ever want to do something like that) where once is enough for them to prove their point. They aint doin something, then running away, then coming back to do it again for them to be afraid of being "tagged" as "bad guys".
Id'ing is STOOOOPID. You are dealing with a different kind of enemy, think differently.
I've been using this one for years... its easily customized and it scales easily.
Throw this stuff in a big slow cooker for about 8 hours and stir it once in a while:
2 lbs of lean hamburg (browned in a large skillet)
2 16 oz cans of kidney beans
2 8 oz cans of tomato paste
2 16 oz cans of tomato sauce
(amounts of the following depends on how much you like these items... I load up on garlic and peppers but skimp on the onion.)
finely chopped garlic (try 1/2 to a full clove)
chopped onion (maybe 1/2 an onion)
chopped jalapenos (I like to use about 8-9)
dump in some chili powder
sprinkle in some ground cumin
sprinkle in some ground red pepper
THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS TO LET IT COOK IN THE SLOW COOKER ON LOW HEAT FOR AT LEAST 6 HOURS. My favorite way to eat it is top of a plate of white rice. That way, you can use varying amounts of rice to buffer the heat when needed.
The best part of this recipe is that it smells sooo good while its simmering for all those hours... it really makes ya hungry for it by the time its done!
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1."I find it interesting that law enforcement isn't really at the table, Once you bring (the technology) to us, it's too late." Ron Davis, a captain in the Oakland, Calif., Police Department. One could read this as suggesting that increased government surveillance is a philosophical choice, sometimes made easier by having a vested interest (i.e. Ellisons's interested only if you run it on oracle).
2. Increased surveillance of the populace seems to be accompanied by decreased surveillance and supervision of those in power
3. How will this increased surveillance actually prevent terrorism ? The Sept 11 guys were legal imigrants / visitors to the US. What would have shown up about them ? How many foreign nationals come to the US to learn to fly ? How many foreign nationals who study together live together ?
4. On an entirely personal issue, could a conservative bush / cheney / rumsfeld government stand a person like Mark Bingham ?
To hyperstation, who said "reread [the second] amendment", I say this: Reread the second amendment and the other amendments of the Bill of Rights, and the Constitution, along with some history of the times (ie. writings of Thomas Jefferson, Washington, the other founding fathers), in the context of each other. The tenth amendment clearly shows the distinction between "states" and "the people". Reread it.
... benefit of all laws and proceedings concerning personal liberty, personal security, and [property], including the constitutional rights to bear arms.
You and others claim that the militia refers to the state, as the national guard of each state is sometimes called a "militia" in modern day speech.
Now, toupsie rebuts the militia argument quite well when he correctly observes that the law does not attach the condition "if they are in the militia [by the state national guard definition]" to the right of firearm ownership.
But he leaves out another quite good point against you (and others who favor "gun control"). The definition of the word "militia" is important. The definition which would apply to the second amendment would be the definition which was commonly used and understood in the day in which it was written. When the Constitution and the Bill of Rights were drafted, a part-time, paid military force was called a "select militia". As opposed to just a "militia", which was used to refer to all citizens capable of bearing arms. This is the same sense of the word militia which was used in The Federalist Papers and other debates of the time. This can be confirmed, if you wish, by consulting a dictionary published during that period.
One example of statutory law which recognizes individual arms ownership was passed in 1866 (much closer in time and to 1791 than today, BTW). The Freedman's Bureau Act, which acknowledged the "full
So therefore, we can conclude two things:
1) "the people", as used in the Second Amendment, meant each individual person, not the state as a "collective".
2) "militia", as used in the Second Amendment, means the whole body of the people able to be armed with personal firearms. Not the state National Guards or any other government military force.
(forgive me for posting this twice - the first time I accidentally posted it as AC when I mistyped my password) To hyperstation, who said "reread [the second] amendment", I say this: Reread the second amendment and the other amendments of the Bill of Rights, and the Constitution, along with some history of the times (ie. writings of Thomas Jefferson, Washington, the other founding fathers), in the context of each other. The tenth amendment clearly shows the distinction between "states" and "the people". Reread it. You and others claim that the militia refers to the state, as the national guard of each state is sometimes called a "militia" in modern day speech. Now, toupsie rebuts the militia argument quite well when he correctly observes that the law does not attach the condition "if they are in the militia [by the state national guard definition]" to the right of firearm ownership. But he leaves out another quite good point against you (and others who favor "gun control"). The definition of the word "militia" is important. The definition which would apply to the second amendment would be the definition which was commonly used and understood in the day in which it was written. When the Constitution and the Bill of Rights were drafted, a part-time, paid military force was called a "select militia". As opposed to just a "militia", which was used to refer to all citizens capable of bearing arms. This is the same sense of the word militia which was used in The Federalist Papers and other debates of the time. This can be confirmed, if you wish, by consulting a dictionary published during that period. One example of statutory law which recognizes individual arms ownership was passed in 1866 (much closer in time and to 1791 than today, BTW). The Freedman's Bureau Act, which acknowledged the "full ... benefit of all laws and proceedings concerning personal liberty, personal security, and [property], including the constitutional rights to bear arms.
So therefore, we can conclude two things:
1) "the people", as used in the Second Amendment, meant each individual person, not the state as a "collective".
2) "militia", as used in the Second Amendment, means the whole body of the people able to be armed with personal firearms. Not the state National Guards or any other government military force.
Several people have more than one credit card.
Some pay cash sometimes, credit card other times.
There is enough variability to make invasive data mining difficult at best.
A lot of myprivacy comes from my neighbors' unpredictability.
Was the problem on Sept. 10 was we had too much privacy? Of course not. We had lost too much of our privacy before Sept. 11, and the "safeguards" didn't even slow the terrorists down one iota.
A major step forward in online privacy, P3P, was recently made a recommendation by the W3C.
We had Bush Jr. foisted on us in a rigged election. Large portions of our Bill of Rights do not exist anymore due to the USAPatriot Act. National I.D. cards were part of the control systen in South Africa, Russia-- I dare say all police states. The folks in power are busy turning the government into a security state to control the unimportant poor and middle class. Two decades ago these same folks in power were busy cutting back the government "bureaucracy" responding to the poor and middle classes.
In Bush's endless "War on Terror" we have reprise performances by criminals from the Reagan/Bush eras and even some of their children. I came across this quote, ostensibly by Professor Fred Halliday of the London School of Economics who wrote it at the end of the 1980s:
"The most striking feature of the Reagan Doctrine was the way in which Washington itself came to be a promoter and organizer of terrorist actions. The mujaheddin in Afghanistan, UNITA in Angola and the Nicaraguan Contras were all responsible for abominable actions in their pursuit of "freedom" - massacring civilians, torturing and raping captives, destroying schools, hospitals and economic installations, killing and mutilating prisoners... Reagan was responsible for the deaths of tens of thousands of people through terrorism."
Under President Bush Sr., came sanctions against Iraqi civilians, to which UN agencies attribute an estimated 1.5 million deaths, at least half of them young children. Every action, utterance and wink of the Bush regime should be greeted with suspicion. Nazi leaders also easily characterized some of what they did as response to partisan terrorism.