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Cameras in UK for Toll Enforcement
cosyne writes "Saw this story on BBC News about charging people £5 per day to drive in central London. The interesting part: they plan to use surveillance cameras to snap liscence plates and compare to a database of people who paid. That's the same as stopping terrorism, right?" We mentioned this issue in an earlier story. It's an interesting challenge: the UK authorities have a problem (too much traffic in London) which is not susceptible to the usual solution (too many ways into London, can't put tolls on all of them) and so they're looking for new solutions - except most of the possible solutions are privacy-invasive in one way or another.
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How is having information that you present (your license plate number) recorded an "invasion of privacy"?
This early post for ida!
For Troll enforcement. Get it? Toll -> troll.
Hahaha!
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seriously yo.
I heard some sad news on talk radio this morning. Towelhead terrorist Osama Bin Laden was found dead in a Pakistan cave Saturday. There weren't anymore details. Truly an American icon. He will be missed.
"shutter" device that fits on top of license plate, and can "open" and "close"... controllable from inside the car. Simply "close" the shutter" to prevent picture of license plate from being snapped. :-) Open it immediately thereafter so that cops don't nail you for driving without plates.
There's 10 types of people in this world, those who understand binary and those who don't.
Highway 407 north of Toronto has had this for years. They do it a little differently in that they sell transponders to frequent users and only take pictures of vehicles that don't have the transponders. Whether you have a transponder or not, you get a bill in the mail for using the highway.
The problem here isn't privacy, but rather the fact that a private company manages the highway. If they send you a bill and you disagree with the charges they can keep you from getting your license/vehicle permit renewed. I don't like it when private companies can get you by the balls like that.
Aside from that, it's not a bad system.
It is tempting, if the only tool you have is a hammer, to treat everything as if it were a nail. - Abraham Maslow
"too many ways into London, can't put tolls on all of them"
That's BS.. There's tons of roads going in and out of "my own" capital (Oslo). They just put up a ring of booths all around it. The cost of a booth should be made up in a single day worth of tolls, I would imagine. Granted, London is a billion times larger, but then again that means a lot more cars so it should scale.
The trick is to not toll the road, the toll is for entering/polluting the city. It's a traffic control measure, not a "pay for the road you're driving on" kinda thing.
Also, it doesn't do jack diddley squat for the amount of traffic so all it ends up being is extra money for the govt to use on anything but roads and car related issues.
What the hell is wrong with the people of Slashdot. The least they could do is insert a (sic) next to a missplet word to show they didn't edit it. That's what editors do, right?
except most of the possible solutions are privacy-invasive in one way or another.
Here in the UK, a variety of new laws have made protection of privacy paramount in almost all private and commercial transactions. Pretty well the only exceptions allowable are those that the government has allowed itself.
There are currently new rules being made which allow almost any government department, QUANGO, or local council to overrule the privacy laws for almost any reason.
Big Brother rules OK!
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes!
"I'm a man!" I groaned. "I've been fucked by a man's cock! I'm not a boy anymore!"
I scooped Dad's and Uncle Brian's shit into my hands and smeared my body with their warm filth. Lying on the floor of the basement, wallowing in the waste of these two men, I gazed up at the candles. They flickered silently. I lay at the foot of the cross as upon an altar where I was the victim being offered up to the God of raunch!
Dad and Uncle Brian held me in their arms. Our filthy, smelly bodies rubbing against one another. My cock stirred and jerked upward within the confines of the leather jockstrap. I reached down and pulled it free, stroking it with my shit fillled hand.
The warmth of manturd on my cock, the stench that wafted into my nostrils made my body tremble and my asshole, my dirty asshole, quivered at the sensation it had just felt for the very first time!
My tight boy hole was no longer virgin territory. My father had filled me with his manhood and his seed. I belonged to him now in a special way.
Reaching up to my Dad, I grasped the back of his neck with my shitty hand and drew his lips towards mine.
"Am I a man now, Dad?" I whispered, as his lips grazed mine.
"Yes, my son!" he answered, softly. "You are now a man!"
Uncle Brian slid down, trailing wet kisses along my filth covered body. Closer and closer he slid his mouth towards my hard cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned, as he took my raunchy dick into his mouth and sucked. "Yeah! Suck my dirty dick, Uncle Brian! Fuckin' suck your shit off my dick!"
I squirmed, thrusting my hips upwards, sinking my cock deep within my Uncle's mouth.
As he sucked on my dick, he reached up and to his left, ramming his fingers up his brother's asshole!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Dad groaned, welcoming this intrusion. "Fuck! Give it to me Brian. Fist my shitty hole!"
Slowly, Dad got up on all fours. He positioned himself over me, his cock hanging over my mouth.
"My fuckhole is so hungry, Brian! I need your fist up my ass!"
Uncle Brian took his mouth off of my dick and knelt between my outstreatched legs and Dad's upturned ass. He worked several fingers in and out of Dad's asshole. The pasty goo oozing out of Dad's shithole served as lube as Uncle Brian inserted all five of his fingers in Dad's butthole!
"Fuck yeah! Give it to me, little brother! More!" Dad groaned, pushing his hairy ass back onto Uncle Brian's disappearing fingers. The knuckles penetrated. Dad maoned out loud and reached for the bottle of Rush.
I could hear him inhaling the vapors from the bottle deeply. I sucked his cock into my mouth.
"Ah fuck!" Dad cried out, as my head jerked upward to swallow his semi-hard cock and Uncle Brian's hand sunk into Dad's gaping, hungry hole!
"How's that feel, brother?"
"Fuckin' wonderful, Brian! Fuck me! Punch my ass, little brother!"
Uncle Brian scooped some of the shit from my body and coated his arm with it. Sighing with animal lust he began fucking Dad's ass with his fist.
"More! More!" Dad grunted, pushing his ass back taking more of Uncle Brian's arm up his ass. "Find something up there you like, Brian?"
"I feel shit, Chris!" Uncle Brian yelled, "I can feel your fuckin' butt slop!"
"Yeah! Dig for shit, little brother! Dig for my stinking shit! That's your playground, Brian! Give it to me, fucker! Punch my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian pistoned his fist in and out of Dad's ass. When he withdrew his hand completely I could feel Dad's warm shit oozing out of his asshole onto my dick. I sucked his cock harder.
"Yeah! You fuckiin' cocksucker! Suck my dick, Philip! Suck it while your Uncle fists my shitty asshole!"
"Fuckin' shit pigs!" Uncle Brian shouted. "We're fuckin' dirty pigs!"
"Fist my raunchy ass, Brian! Shove your fuckin' arm up my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian lunged forward. Dad's greedy hole swallowed his brother's arm up to the elbow!
"Yes! Yes! You fuckin' bitch! Pound my ass, Brian! Suck my fuckin' dick, Philip! Don't stop! Please don't stop, the both of you! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck!"
Uncle Brian and I worked in unison giving pleasure to Dad. The one fisting; the other sucking; Dad moaning in ecstacy.
"Need more!" Dad yelled. "I wanna feel Philip's fist up my ass with yours too!"
I gasped as Dad pulled his dick out of my mouth.
"Get back there with your Uncle, Philip, and shove your fist up my hungry asshole! I want you both at the same time!"
I wiggled myself from beneath my Dad and knelt beside my Uncle Brian whose arm was embedded in his brother's shithole.
"There's some crisco in the toy bag, Philip. Lube your hand up with it."
I retrieved the can and proceded to grease up my hand and forearm.
"Are you ready, Philip?"
"Oh yeah!" I hissed as Uncle Brian retracted his arm to his wrist.
"Fuck me, guys!" Dad hollered, "I wanna feel the both of you up my ass digging for shit!"
"Slide your fingers up your Dad's ass, one at a time, Philip. Do it slow. Take your time. When you're all the way in, hold my hand!"
I did as I was told. One finger at a time.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Dad yelled. "Give it to me, son!"
Slowly, my hand disappeared into the gaping, dirty hole. My hand slid alongside that of my Uncle's and he curled his fingers around mine.
"Ah shit!" Dad let out a loud gasp. He looked back at us, his eyes glazed with lust. "Fucking pigs!" he screamed. "Fuck me! Fist fuck my shitty ass!"
In tandem, Uncle Brian and I pumped our fists deeper and deeper into the willing, hungry asshole. As we fisted Dad's ass, Uncle Brian kissed me deeply. Our mouths greedily sucking each other's tongues as our fists punched away in the sewer of my Dad's filthy butthole.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yeeeeessssss! Yeah! Pound my motherfuckin' dirty ass! Fuck me! Dig the shit outta my ass, you fuckin' sluts! Fuckin' pigs!"
As I gazed upwards, the candles flickered softly, casting their glow upon the cross which the three of us, eerily were kneeling before. Together, we were upon the altar of Raunch. A new sacrificial lamb was being offered up to the God of Shit!
I clasped my Uncle Brian's huge, uncut cock in my free hand and began stroking.
"Jack me off, Philip! Make me cum!"
I pull and pull on his cock, milking the pre-cum from his pisshole. He reaches for my dick and returns the favor. Stroke for stroke, we masturbate one another as we bury our fists up Dad's filthy asshole.
A million shocks of pleausure envelope my body. I'm tingling all over. So much has happened to me tonight. So many new discoveries. Pain with pleasure. Pleasure with pain!
The journey that began several months ago has opened up for me a whole new world that I embrace willingly.
"Yes! Yes! Jack me off too, Uncle Brian! I wanna cum again!"
Together, the three of us pull on cocks. We are untied, bound together in a very special union.
"Fuck! Fuck!" we gasp in unison, "I'm gonna fuckin' shoot!"
Our bodies heave and tremble. Dad impales himself more deeply upon mine and Uncle Brian's fists as he ejaculates upon the floor.
One by one. One right after another, our cocks explode sending ropes of cum flying in the air.
As Uncle Brian and I retract our hands from Dad's ass, a slurping sound is heard. His puckering bud flares and a foul smelling fart hisses from his fisted hole. It's stink fills my nostrils as I collapse onto him, my mouth at his asshole. Sucking. Nursing at the brown shit log he's pushing out of his asshole into my mouth.
I tumble onto the floor, my mouth filled with Dad's shit. Uncle Brian collapses beside me and kisses me deeply. A sloppy, slurping shit kiss. Dad too, crashes to the floor, panting heavily in the aftermath of his orgasm. He moans and releases a flow of warm piss that streams its way towards Uncle Brian and I.
I am in heaven! The journey of a boy to manhood is completed.
Epilogue
January 1, 2000
It's cold outside. The wind is whipping snow against the window. I'm making this enty into my journal sitting on a rim seat gazing at the falling snow.
Dad is under the rim seat receiving my morning dump, the way he always does, in his hungry mouth!
As for Uncle Brian. He lives here with Dad and I now. He's our lover. We're each other's lovers. Strange isn't it, how things come about?
As Dad feeds from my asshole, Uncle Brian is sucking on my pissing cock. Outside, the snow is swirling. Everything is beautiful. What more could a sixteen-year-old teenage boy ask for?
You tell me!
YxQmNx7ZNd
One more crippling bombshell hit the already beleaguered *BSD community when IDC confirmed that *BSD market share has dropped yet again, now down to less than a fraction of 1 percent of all servers. Coming on the heels of a recent Netcraft survey which plainly states that *BSD has lost more market share, this news serves to reinforce what we've known all along. *BSD is collapsing in complete disarray, as fittingly exemplified by failing dead last in the recent Sys Admin comprehensive networking test.
You don't need to be a Kreskin to predict *BSD's future. The hand writing is on the wall: *BSD faces a bleak future. In fact there won't be any future at all for *BSD because *BSD is dying. Things are looking very bad for *BSD. As many of us are already aware, *BSD continues to lose market share. Red ink flows like a river of blood.
FreeBSD is the most endangered of them all, having lost 93% of its core developers. The sudden and unpleasant departures of long time FreeBSD developers Jordan Hubbard and Mike Smith only serve to underscore the point more clearly. There can no longer be any doubt: FreeBSD is dying.
Let's keep to the facts and look at the numbers.
OpenBSD leader Theo states that there are 7000 users of OpenBSD. How many users of NetBSD are there? Let's see. The number of OpenBSD versus NetBSD posts on Usenet is roughly in ratio of 5 to 1. Therefore there are about 7000/5 = 1400 NetBSD users. BSD/OS posts on Usenet are about half of the volume of NetBSD posts. Therefore there are about 700 users of BSD/OS. A recent article put FreeBSD at about 80 percent of the *BSD market. Therefore there are (7000+1400+700)*4 = 36400 FreeBSD users. This is consistent with the number of FreeBSD Usenet posts.
Due to the troubles of Walnut Creek, abysmal sales and so on, FreeBSD went out of business and was taken over by BSDI who sell another troubled OS. Now BSDI is also dead, its corpse turned over to yet another charnel house.
All major surveys show that *BSD has steadily declined in market share. *BSD is very sick and its long term survival prospects are very dim. If *BSD is to survive at all it will be among OS dilettante dabblers. *BSD continues to decay. Nothing short of a miracle could save it at this point in time. For all practical purposes, *BSD is dead.
Fact: *BSD is dying
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This whole policy smells of a way of providing clearer roads for the affluent at the expense of the working man.
This is all the more suprising as the deal is being brought in by a left wing mayor (also known for throwing the comman man off low walls)
Get those Skodas and Fords off the road, I'm comming through in my BMW
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes!
"I'm a man!" I groaned. "I've been fucked by a man's cock! I'm not a boy anymore!"
I scooped Dad's and Uncle Brian's shit into my hands and smeared my body with their warm filth. Lying on the floor of the basement, wallowing in the waste of these two men, I gazed up at the candles. They flickered silently. I lay at the foot of the cross as upon an altar where I was the victim being offered up to the God of raunch!
Dad and Uncle Brian held me in their arms. Our filthy, smelly bodies rubbing against one another. My cock stirred and jerked upward within the confines of the leather jockstrap. I reached down and pulled it free, stroking it with my shit fillled hand.
The warmth of manturd on my cock, the stench that wafted into my nostrils made my body tremble and my asshole, my dirty asshole, quivered at the sensation it had just felt for the very first time!
My tight boy hole was no longer virgin territory. My father had filled me with his manhood and his seed. I belonged to him now in a special way.
Reaching up to my Dad, I grasped the back of his neck with my shitty hand and drew his lips towards mine.
"Am I a man now, Dad?" I whispered, as his lips grazed mine.
"Yes, my son!" he answered, softly. "You are now a man!"
Uncle Brian slid down, trailing wet kisses along my filth covered body. Closer and closer he slid his mouth towards my hard cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned, as he took my raunchy dick into his mouth and sucked. "Yeah! Suck my dirty dick, Uncle Brian! Fuckin' suck your shit off my dick!"
I squirmed, thrusting my hips upwards, sinking my cock deep within my Uncle's mouth.
As he sucked on my dick, he reached up and to his left, ramming his fingers up his brother's asshole!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Dad groaned, welcoming this intrusion. "Fuck! Give it to me Brian. Fist my shitty hole!"
Slowly, Dad got up on all fours. He positioned himself over me, his cock hanging over my mouth.
"My fuckhole is so hungry, Brian! I need your fist up my ass!"
Uncle Brian took his mouth off of my dick and knelt between my outstreatched legs and Dad's upturned ass. He worked several fingers in and out of Dad's asshole. The pasty goo oozing out of Dad's shithole served as lube as Uncle Brian inserted all five of his fingers in Dad's butthole!
"Fuck yeah! Give it to me, little brother! More!" Dad groaned, pushing his hairy ass back onto Uncle Brian's disappearing fingers. The knuckles penetrated. Dad maoned out loud and reached for the bottle of Rush.
I could hear him inhaling the vapors from the bottle deeply. I sucked his cock into my mouth.
"Ah fuck!" Dad cried out, as my head jerked upward to swallow his semi-hard cock and Uncle Brian's hand sunk into Dad's gaping, hungry hole!
"How's that feel, brother?"
"Fuckin' wonderful, Brian! Fuck me! Punch my ass, little brother!"
Uncle Brian scooped some of the shit from my body and coated his arm with it. Sighing with animal lust he began fucking Dad's ass with his fist.
"More! More!" Dad grunted, pushing his ass back taking more of Uncle Brian's arm up his ass. "Find something up there you like, Brian?"
"I feel shit, Chris!" Uncle Brian yelled, "I can feel your fuckin' butt slop!"
"Yeah! Dig for shit, little brother! Dig for my stinking shit! That's your playground, Brian! Give it to me, fucker! Punch my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian pistoned his fist in and out of Dad's ass. When he withdrew his hand completely I could feel Dad's warm shit oozing out of his asshole onto my dick. I sucked his cock harder.
"Yeah! You fuckiin' cocksucker! Suck my dick, Philip! Suck it while your Uncle fists my shitty asshole!"
"Fuckin' shit pigs!" Uncle Brian shouted. "We're fuckin' dirty pigs!"
"Fist my raunchy ass, Brian! Shove your fuckin' arm up my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian lunged forward. Dad's greedy hole swallowed his brother's arm up to the elbow!
"Yes! Yes! You fuckin' bitch! Pound my ass, Brian! Suck my fuckin' dick, Philip! Don't stop! Please don't stop, the both of you! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck!"
Uncle Brian and I worked in unison giving pleasure to Dad. The one fisting; the other sucking; Dad moaning in ecstacy.
"Need more!" Dad yelled. "I wanna feel Philip's fist up my ass with yours too!"
I gasped as Dad pulled his dick out of my mouth.
"Get back there with your Uncle, Philip, and shove your fist up my hungry asshole! I want you both at the same time!"
I wiggled myself from beneath my Dad and knelt beside my Uncle Brian whose arm was embedded in his brother's shithole.
"There's some crisco in the toy bag, Philip. Lube your hand up with it."
I retrieved the can and proceded to grease up my hand and forearm.
"Are you ready, Philip?"
"Oh yeah!" I hissed as Uncle Brian retracted his arm to his wrist.
"Fuck me, guys!" Dad hollered, "I wanna feel the both of you up my ass digging for shit!"
"Slide your fingers up your Dad's ass, one at a time, Philip. Do it slow. Take your time. When you're all the way in, hold my hand!"
I did as I was told. One finger at a time.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Dad yelled. "Give it to me, son!"
Slowly, my hand disappeared into the gaping, dirty hole. My hand slid alongside that of my Uncle's and he curled his fingers around mine.
"Ah shit!" Dad let out a loud gasp. He looked back at us, his eyes glazed with lust. "Fucking pigs!" he screamed. "Fuck me! Fist fuck my shitty ass!"
In tandem, Uncle Brian and I pumped our fists deeper and deeper into the willing, hungry asshole. As we fisted Dad's ass, Uncle Brian kissed me deeply. Our mouths greedily sucking each other's tongues as our fists punched away in the sewer of my Dad's filthy butthole.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yeeeeessssss! Yeah! Pound my motherfuckin' dirty ass! Fuck me! Dig the shit outta my ass, you fuckin' sluts! Fuckin' pigs!"
As I gazed upwards, the candles flickered softly, casting their glow upon the cross which the three of us, eerily were kneeling before. Together, we were upon the altar of Raunch. A new sacrificial lamb was being offered up to the God of Shit!
I clasped my Uncle Brian's huge, uncut cock in my free hand and began stroking.
"Jack me off, Philip! Make me cum!"
I pull and pull on his cock, milking the pre-cum from his pisshole. He reaches for my dick and returns the favor. Stroke for stroke, we masturbate one another as we bury our fists up Dad's filthy asshole.
A million shocks of pleausure envelope my body. I'm tingling all over. So much has happened to me tonight. So many new discoveries. Pain with pleasure. Pleasure with pain!
The journey that began several months ago has opened up for me a whole new world that I embrace willingly.
"Yes! Yes! Jack me off too, Uncle Brian! I wanna cum again!"
Together, the three of us pull on cocks. We are untied, bound together in a very special union.
"Fuck! Fuck!" we gasp in unison, "I'm gonna fuckin' shoot!"
Our bodies heave and tremble. Dad impales himself more deeply upon mine and Uncle Brian's fists as he ejaculates upon the floor.
One by one. One right after another, our cocks explode sending ropes of cum flying in the air.
As Uncle Brian and I retract our hands from Dad's ass, a slurping sound is heard. His puckering bud flares and a foul smelling fart hisses from his fisted hole. It's stink fills my nostrils as I collapse onto him, my mouth at his asshole. Sucking. Nursing at the brown shit log he's pushing out of his asshole into my mouth.
I tumble onto the floor, my mouth filled with Dad's shit. Uncle Brian collapses beside me and kisses me deeply. A sloppy, slurping shit kiss. Dad too, crashes to the floor, panting heavily in the aftermath of his orgasm. He moans and releases a flow of warm piss that streams its way towards Uncle Brian and I.
I am in heaven! The journey of a boy to manhood is completed.
Epilogue
January 1, 2000
It's cold outside. The wind is whipping snow against the window. I'm making this enty into my journal sitting on a rim seat gazing at the falling snow.
Dad is under the rim seat receiving my morning dump, the way he always does, in his hungry mouth!
As for Uncle Brian. He lives here with Dad and I now. He's our lover. We're each other's lovers. Strange isn't it, how things come about?
As Dad feeds from my asshole, Uncle Brian is sucking on my pissing cock. Outside, the snow is swirling. Everything is beautiful. What more could a sixteen-year-old teenage boy ask for?
You tell me!
Ytzrc7ATkm
I'm in league with satan
.]
I was raised in hell
I walk the streets of Salem
Amongst the living dead
I need no one to tell me
What's wrong or right
I drink the blood of children
Stalk my prey at night
[Chorus .
Look out beware
When the full moon's high n'bright
In every way I'm there
In every shadow in the night
Coz I'm evil in league with satan
Evil in league with satan
[2] I'm in league with satan
Obey his commands
With the goat of Mendes
Sitting at his left hand
I'm in league with satan
I love the dead
No one prayed for Sodom
As the people fled
[3] I'm in league with satan
I am the masters own
I drink the juice of women
As they lie alone
I'm in league with satan
I bear the devils mark
I kill the new born baby
Tear the infants flesh
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The *sarcasm*glorious*sarcasm* Citylink freeway in Melbourne is the same, except all cars do get photographed.
For those who have paid for a 'day pass', when you don't have a transponder fitted, this photo of your licence plate is married to a payment you make via phone.
I also have a problem with a private company 'owning' this portion of our freeway, especially as a chunk of it used to be 'free'. As such that major way into the city is no longer used by myself in my car as I wish to not support them.
(Of course, they also have the oh so great tunnel under our mighty river, the Yarra. This tunnel flooded initially, leaks intermitently, and was only designed to last 30 years... what happens after that I don't know, but I'd prefer not to be driving in it at the time.)
as ``Cameras in UK for Troll Enforcement''.
:)
Something that would be of use around here perhaps...
- SMJ - (It's not just a name: it's a bad aftertaste.)
Well just on first gloss, this seems like a bad idea. The idea, apparently, is that traffic is so bad in central London that they want to discourage people from driving in, and encourage them to use public transportation instead -- which kind of makes sense. One problem is that, like all other regressive taxes, this "fee" is essentially meaningless to those with enough money. Of course, this is £1300 a year if you drive into London 5 days a week, every week -- think about the holy hell that would get raised if you decided to charge a fee of $2500 a year to drive to Manhattan Island! (Personally, I'm against any scheme in which a citizen of a nation is charged money by the government to travel to or across particular public lands. They're public lands! Public!)
Then there's the issue of privacy -- the government randomly recording peoples' presence and location to see if they've paid this tax. Yeah, that's a nasty one. If you provide public transportation which is cheaper than driving, people will use it, you don't need to essentially force them to do so by charging an arm and a leg.
"Destroy science and religion. Science would re-emerge exactly the same; but not religion." - Penn Jillette, paraphrased
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
"I'm a man!" I groaned. "I've been fucked by a man's cock! I'm not a boy anymore!"
I scooped Dad's and Uncle Brian's shit into my hands and smeared my body with their warm filth. Lying on the floor of the basement, wallowing in the waste of these two men, I gazed up at the candles. They flickered silently. I lay at the foot of the cross as upon an altar where I was the victim being offered up to the God of raunch!
Dad and Uncle Brian held me in their arms. Our filthy, smelly bodies rubbing against one another. My cock stirred and jerked upward within the confines of the leather jockstrap. I reached down and pulled it free, stroking it with my shit fillled hand.
The warmth of manturd on my cock, the stench that wafted into my nostrils made my body tremble and my asshole, my dirty asshole, quivered at the sensation it had just felt for the very first time!
My tight boy hole was no longer virgin territory. My father had filled me with his manhood and his seed. I belonged to him now in a special way.
Reaching up to my Dad, I grasped the back of his neck with my shitty hand and drew his lips towards mine.
"Am I a man now, Dad?" I whispered, as his lips grazed mine.
"Yes, my son!" he answered, softly. "You are now a man!"
Uncle Brian slid down, trailing wet kisses along my filth covered body. Closer and closer he slid his mouth towards my hard cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned, as he took my raunchy dick into his mouth and sucked. "Yeah! Suck my dirty dick, Uncle Brian! Fuckin' suck your shit off my dick!"
I squirmed, thrusting my hips upwards, sinking my cock deep within my Uncle's mouth.
As he sucked on my dick, he reached up and to his left, ramming his fingers up his brother's asshole!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Dad groaned, welcoming this intrusion. "Fuck! Give it to me Brian. Fist my shitty hole!"
Slowly, Dad got up on all fours. He positioned himself over me, his cock hanging over my mouth.
"My fuckhole is so hungry, Brian! I need your fist up my ass!"
Uncle Brian took his mouth off of my dick and knelt between my outstreatched legs and Dad's upturned ass. He worked several fingers in and out of Dad's asshole. The pasty goo oozing out of Dad's shithole served as lube as Uncle Brian inserted all five of his fingers in Dad's butthole!
"Fuck yeah! Give it to me, little brother! More!" Dad groaned, pushing his hairy ass back onto Uncle Brian's disappearing fingers. The knuckles penetrated. Dad maoned out loud and reached for the bottle of Rush.
I could hear him inhaling the vapors from the bottle deeply. I sucked his cock into my mouth.
"Ah fuck!" Dad cried out, as my head jerked upward to swallow his semi-hard cock and Uncle Brian's hand sunk into Dad's gaping, hungry hole!
"How's that feel, brother?"
"Fuckin' wonderful, Brian! Fuck me! Punch my ass, little brother!"
Uncle Brian scooped some of the shit from my body and coated his arm with it. Sighing with animal lust he began fucking Dad's ass with his fist.
"More! More!" Dad grunted, pushing his ass back taking more of Uncle Brian's arm up his ass. "Find something up there you like, Brian?"
"I feel shit, Chris!" Uncle Brian yelled, "I can feel your fuckin' butt slop!"
"Yeah! Dig for shit, little brother! Dig for my stinking shit! That's your playground, Brian! Give it to me, fucker! Punch my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian pistoned his fist in and out of Dad's ass. When he withdrew his hand completely I could feel Dad's warm shit oozing out of his asshole onto my dick. I sucked his cock harder.
"Yeah! You fuckiin' cocksucker! Suck my dick, Philip! Suck it while your Uncle fists my shitty asshole!"
"Fuckin' shit pigs!" Uncle Brian shouted. "We're fuckin' dirty pigs!"
"Fist my raunchy ass, Brian! Shove your fuckin' arm up my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian lunged forward. Dad's greedy hole swallowed his brother's arm up to the elbow!
"Yes! Yes! You fuckin' bitch! Pound my ass, Brian! Suck my fuckin' dick, Philip! Don't stop! Please don't stop, the both of you! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck!"
Uncle Brian and I worked in unison giving pleasure to Dad. The one fisting; the other sucking; Dad moaning in ecstacy.
"Need more!" Dad yelled. "I wanna feel Philip's fist up my ass with yours too!"
I gasped as Dad pulled his dick out of my mouth.
"Get back there with your Uncle, Philip, and shove your fist up my hungry asshole! I want you both at the same time!"
I wiggled myself from beneath my Dad and knelt beside my Uncle Brian whose arm was embedded in his brother's shithole.
"There's some crisco in the toy bag, Philip. Lube your hand up with it."
I retrieved the can and proceded to grease up my hand and forearm.
"Are you ready, Philip?"
"Oh yeah!" I hissed as Uncle Brian retracted his arm to his wrist.
"Fuck me, guys!" Dad hollered, "I wanna feel the both of you up my ass digging for shit!"
"Slide your fingers up your Dad's ass, one at a time, Philip. Do it slow. Take your time. When you're all the way in, hold my hand!"
I did as I was told. One finger at a time.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Dad yelled. "Give it to me, son!"
Slowly, my hand disappeared into the gaping, dirty hole. My hand slid alongside that of my Uncle's and he curled his fingers around mine.
"Ah shit!" Dad let out a loud gasp. He looked back at us, his eyes glazed with lust. "Fucking pigs!" he screamed. "Fuck me! Fist fuck my shitty ass!"
In tandem, Uncle Brian and I pumped our fists deeper and deeper into the willing, hungry asshole. As we fisted Dad's ass, Uncle Brian kissed me deeply. Our mouths greedily sucking each other's tongues as our fists punched away in the sewer of my Dad's filthy butthole.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yeeeeessssss! Yeah! Pound my motherfuckin' dirty ass! Fuck me! Dig the shit outta my ass, you fuckin' sluts! Fuckin' pigs!"
As I gazed upwards, the candles flickered softly, casting their glow upon the cross which the three of us, eerily were kneeling before. Together, we were upon the altar of Raunch. A new sacrificial lamb was being offered up to the God of Shit!
I clasped my Uncle Brian's huge, uncut cock in my free hand and began stroking.
"Jack me off, Philip! Make me cum!"
I pull and pull on his cock, milking the pre-cum from his pisshole. He reaches for my dick and returns the favor. Stroke for stroke, we masturbate one another as we bury our fists up Dad's filthy asshole.
A million shocks of pleausure envelope my body. I'm tingling all over. So much has happened to me tonight. So many new discoveries. Pain with pleasure. Pleasure with pain!
The journey that began several months ago has opened up for me a whole new world that I embrace willingly.
"Yes! Yes! Jack me off too, Uncle Brian! I wanna cum again!"
Together, the three of us pull on cocks. We are untied, bound together in a very special union.
"Fuck! Fuck!" we gasp in unison, "I'm gonna fuckin' shoot!"
Our bodies heave and tremble. Dad impales himself more deeply upon mine and Uncle Brian's fists as he ejaculates upon the floor.
One by one. One right after another, our cocks explode sending ropes of cum flying in the air.
As Uncle Brian and I retract our hands from Dad's ass, a slurping sound is heard. His puckering bud flares and a foul smelling fart hisses from his fisted hole. It's stink fills my nostrils as I collapse onto him, my mouth at his asshole. Sucking. Nursing at the brown shit log he's pushing out of his asshole into my mouth.
I tumble onto the floor, my mouth filled with Dad's shit. Uncle Brian collapses beside me and kisses me deeply. A sloppy, slurping shit kiss. Dad too, crashes to the floor, panting heavily in the aftermath of his orgasm. He moans and releases a flow of warm piss that streams its way towards Uncle Brian and I.
I am in heaven! The journey of a boy to manhood is completed.
Epilogue
January 1, 2000
It's cold outside. The wind is whipping snow against the window. I'm making this enty into my journal sitting on a rim seat gazing at the falling snow.
Dad is under the rim seat receiving my morning dump, the way he always does, in his hungry mouth!
As for Uncle Brian. He lives here with Dad and I now. He's our lover. We're each other's lovers. Strange isn't it, how things come about?
As Dad feeds from my asshole, Uncle Brian is sucking on my pissing cock. Outside, the snow is swirling. Everything is beautiful. What more could a sixteen-year-old teenage boy ask for?
You tell me!
MlDppl6bn0
...they can send you a bill even when you're trying to screw with your friends and drive their cars into town...
The technology to do this has existed for quite some time. They've been using this for speed- and red-light-cameras for years. It's recently been put into practice in "tollboothless" tollways such as CityLink (in Melbourne). Here's a description of how it works (look under the section "Travel on CityLink"). I'm told that it even works halfway decently, for various values of "works". (Except for the likely umpteen followups who have counterexamples.)
The CityLink toll was applied to a road that used to be free. There was much furore over this at the time, with people suggesting that the traffic would be worse in surrounding areas as cheapskate drivers looked for alternate routes. Now that the whole thing has been ironed out and in production for a couple of years, the protests have largely died away and we have a pay-per-use road that is very, very useful for getting across town (if you can afford the toll). The traffic isn't significantly worse in surrounding streets. Here is a vaguely independent report on CityLink by Victoria's motoring club.
Now it looks like it's London's turn to go through the same thing.
www.transurban.com.au
Then it's not exactly an invasion of privacy.
A traffic warden looking at your car number plate on the street isn't invading your privacy and neither is this. It's just the scale and organisation behind this that makes it scary, not the action being performed.
Boffoonery - downloadable Comedy Benefit for Bletchley Park
Is Civil Disobedience permitted in the UK?
Find the Cameras.
Put some electrical tape on the lens.
Repeat as neccesary.
As long as you don't do actual damage to the camera, and it's a simple matter to fix, they can't really charge you with destroying it, right?
And if they have to send a person out to remove the tape every day from 90% of the camera setups....
Seems pretty basic, to me.
Why, yes, I AM a Pagan Libertarian.
Kinda makes WW2 pointless, they should have
saved a lot of $ and let Adolf take over, not like
theres much difference now is there.
Hasn't the Patriot Act started to erode those rights?
I know for sure it allows "invasion of privacy" for wiretaps without a warrant -- and I've heard something about physical searches with "blank warrants" or something like that... Just a matter of time, I suppose.
http://www.nwfusion.com/news/2001/1105carrier.htmWait...no, I better not. Fuck you all!
Liberate your mind in two clicks or less.
No, it isn't. Please bear in mind that the UK has sadly been having to deal with terrorism, and attacks on its soil, for rather longer than the US. Anti-terrorist measure are a well understood thing in London, and the public certainly doesn't get to see all of it.
Cheers,
Ian
Butchery my meat hooks sharpened to penetrate
Emasculate, gouging crotches I will eat
Hung upside down, holes punctured through half chewed
Gristle, debauchery with dead bodies, turning green
Upheaveal of human entrails
Deterioration of grated genitals, dangling from the hooks
Obscene feelings deep inside me
Dislocating, separating a blood
Drenched body
Begin the anal grounting
Awaiting insertion, to rip out intestine
Bodily destruction
Vulgar molestation
Treachery never ending soul ripping
Lifeless Bodies not, petrified
Cloggins veins
Presure building
Scabbing clotted sores dehydrate
Condemned to life of obscurity
Dismal dimensions of my being, I explore my thoughts through murder
Devoting my life to mutilation
Screams of blood saturate, grubs feed on dilapidated
Stumps, darkness overshadowing the killing
Eyes now dialate
Bodies disintegrate
Razor sharp hooks implanted in your rectum
Splitting bodies, spilling guts on the ground
Sodomizing living beings with my utensils
Stabbing on your life stripped of all your skin
Disgusting to the world
Beauty to my eyes
The body lying naked, discharging my infection
Invigorating while I kill, intoxicating
Invoking suffering on human beings
Grinding orifices my only therapy
Sculpting gore
Muscle tissue
Reshaping
Mounds of flesh, deformation
Skulls of victims stacked like trophies
Bleeding from your arse sudden blood ejection
XDFGF
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but dont spend any of it to reduce pollution, build better roads, just use it to finance the millions of welfare slugs, and old pensioners, and useless departments.
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
I'm an architect in a suburb of New York City, have been for about
ten years now. I'm 39 years old, 6'2", 185 lbs., good-looking not
just for my age but for any age. I have nice olive-toned skin that
always looks like I just came back from a vacation somewhere with a
lot of sun. When I go to a bar I'm usually one of the few men who
actually get sought out by the women. It's not unusual for a woman
to come up to me and start a conversation and make it very clear by
her eyes, her words, her hands that she wants one thing and one thing
only: the cock in my jeans.
I married a wonderful woman named Melissa shortly after we met in
college. We had one son, Adam, who's now in his freshman year at
community college, where he's trying to work his way up to the top
spot on the school tennis team. Unfortunately, my wife passed away
about three years ago from breast cancer. It was very traumatic for
me and Adam, but was especially hard because it intensified the
rebellious phase that Adam was already starting to go through as a
teenager. Fortunately, he's straightened out a lot since then, even
wearing a crew cut these days instead of the unkempt mop of light
brown hair he wore in high school.
He's my pride and joy, a beautiful guy. He's a bit shorter than me
at 6' even, 160 lbs., light brown hair -- mine is darker -- and,
since he plays a lot of tennis, long and extremely powerful, muscular
legs. It's amazing to me the position I've gotten myself into with
him. Though everything I've said sounds pretty normal, the fact of
the matter is that I have basically resigned myself to the fact that
Adam is my Master and I am his slave and toilet. Let me tell you how
things got to this point.
I didn't even think about women for almost two years after Melissa
died. And when I started having sexual thoughts at all, they were
about her. She and Adam and I had been a great team, and the good
things I felt about the three of us seemed to prevent me from
thinking them about other women. Eventually, though I had NEVER had
any sexual thoughts about guys, some of those good feelings toward
Adam began to develop a sexual component, probably because I was so
undersexed at that point. Though it almost amazes me to write it, I
found myself looking at his body the way women routinely look at
mine: noticing his strong legs, his compact frame, his round firm
butt, even the bulge in his jeans and tennis shorts. Little did I
know that within a few months I would have put myself in a position
to spend my life worshipping and serving that cock and that ass.
I began trying to spend as much time around Adam as possible, coming
home early to be with him when he got back from school so I could
smell his manly scent after the team practice. I checked out his
body and encouraged him to feel free to wear few clothes around the
house, which he tended to do anyway. I started doing his laundry,
sniffing each pair of underwear and each jockstrap, trying to smell
the smell of his crotch and hoping he had left some skidmarks to
sniff out and maybe even taste. He still lives at home now, even
though he's 19 and in college, because the college is nearby and it
saves us a lot of money.
But you're probably still wondering, how did you become his slave
and, what's more, his toilet?! Well, eventually, I couldn't take it
any more. I waited till Adam was asleep one night and quietly snuck
into his room. I looked at his beautiful body in what little light
was coming through the mostly-closed window. He was sleeping on his
stomach and that gorgeous ass, covered in only his jockey briefs, was
jutting out for my view. (I love the way it looks in his lycra
tennis shorts, but this was even better!) I turned him over as
softly as possible -- it took a while -- and gently, slowly pulled
down his briefs to reveal that gorgeous, 18-year-old cock, bigger
than a boy's but not yet fully developed. I couldn't help myself. I
put my face into his crotch and smelled the smells I had only whiffed
in his underwear, the smell of a stud's crotch. I opened my mouth
and took in his cock, working up and down the shaft and even taking
in his balls for a while. I kept sucking him off, loving every
forbidden second of it, until finally he came in his sleep in my
mouth. I drank down his seed, the seed of the son I had created with
my own seed eighteen years earlier.
I thought he was asleep, but now I realize how silly I was to think
he would actually come without realizing what was going on. After I
cleaned him up a little with a tissue, I left his room as softly as I
could and went back into my room to relive what I had just done.
Well, I decided I had to do it again. I loved it!!! So the next
night I went back and followed the same plan, only this time I was
burying my face on his cock when all of a sudden he put his hands on
my shoulders and pulled me off his cock. "What are you doing?!" he
asked, with what sounded like genuine surprise. "Why are you sucking
my cock? You're my father! I can't believe you were raping me like
that!" "I'm sorry, son," was all I could say -- I couldn't believe
what I was doing, much less planned out a response when he inevitably
discovered me -- and then I begged him to let me finish. He silently
acceded, shoving his cock violently back into my mouth and holding my
face in his crotch until he shot down my throat. I left without a
word and went back to my room, tossing and turning and not getting to
sleep until about 4am.
At 11 in the morning -- which was a Saturday, fortunately -- Adam
knocked on my door and woke me up. I opened it and let him in,
looking at him sheepishly, wondering what he thought of me. "We have
to talk," he said, and I thought I had at least some idea of what the
conversation was going to go like. Boy, was I wrong! Adam explained
to me that he had realized the first night what was going on and
decided to get it on tape. So he set up a tape recorder the
following night and had gotten on tape my confession to raping him,
sucking his cock, and begging him to let me continue! He told me
that he had gone this morning and made several copies of that tape
and that they were all safely hidden and would only be distributed by
him if I did not accept the terms he was about to lay out.
Before I heard them I knew I had no choice but to accept them. I had
no idea what they would be but I didn't think they would be anything
too major. In any case, though, I had never broken any major law in
my life and would do anything to stay out of prison. I also
instantly thought of how many people Adam could ruin my life by
giving a copy of that tape to: not just the cops but my bosses, my
clients, my parents, almost anyone! I knew that what I had done was
totally wrong but had no idea that it would subject me to a life of
servitude and toilet slavery.
Then Adam told me that just as I had been tough on him in recent
years, getting on his case for everything he did that I perceived as
overly "rebellious," he was going to be tough on me, only it was
going to last all my life. Then he told me that he had enjoyed the
service I had given him and that I was going to be his sex slave from
now on. Whenever he ordered me to do anything -- suck his cock, lick
his balls, rim his ass, bend over and take his cock up my butt,
anything -- I was to do it IMMEDIATELY or he would take a belt to me.
He also said that since I had several times humiliated him in front
of his friends, he thought he had come up with the perfect way to
most abjectly humiliate me: namely, that I was to serve as his human
toilet for the rest of my life!
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The first thing that came to
my mind was not even what a predicament I had gotten myself into but
the fact that Adam was even thinking of things like them, much less
saying them and enforcing them!! But there was never a trace of
doubt in my mind that he was completely serious. To prove it, he
told me the first thing we were going to do was act out some more
scenes of me appearing to rape him or force him into non-consensual
sex, all of which we would videotape as well as audiotape. At that
instant any thought that I might get out of this situation
disappeared, because a blackmailer not only had the goods on you but
can force you to create more "goods." So we did the scenes, Adam
reviewed the tapes, then told me he'd be back in an hour. He took my
car keys -- I now take the bus into work, by the way -- and left me
to ponder my situation. He came back and had a gleam in his eye.
He'd always been smart, even when he didn't work hard in school, and
I could tell that he was looking forward to coming up with creative
and cruel ways to humiliate me and assert his mastery over me.
He told me he had made himself breakfast this morning and he thought
he had to go to the bathroom. "Come with me," he added, walking
toward the bathroom. The concept of being Adam's human toilet, I
hadn't really even begun to think how it would play out practically,
well, Adam made it pretty clear when he pushed me down on my knees on
the bathroom floor, opened my mouth with his hands, and put his cock
in it, telling me to get ready for toilet duty. Shortly the trickle
of piss began, and turned into a serious flow. I couldn't believe
where I was: on my knees in my bathroom, drinking my son's piss as
his human toilet!!! I did my best to drink down his piss, so
immersed in my humiliation that I wasn't ready for it when he stopped
pissing and turned around, shoving his butt in my face. "Pull my
shorts down," he commanded, and I pulled down those studly red lycra
shorts that I had fantasized about for so long. "Now kiss my ass
through my briefs," he ordered. I kissed his cheeks and the area
around his hole. "Kiss my hole, too," he demanded, and I did,
hesitating for just a second before putting my mouth to his asshole,
smelling his buttsmell, and kissing his hole.
I went back to kissing his ass all over but he instructed me to keep
my mouth firmly planted on his butthole. Then in one quick motion he
pulled his briefs down and my mouth was directly on his asshole,
kissing his rectum. "Get ready for some shit," he said with what
sounded like glee. I put my hands on his hips and positioned him
with his asshole directly over my mouth. "By the way," he asked,
"did you ever think when you woke up this morning that you were going
to be in this position?" I told him no. "No, Master," he corrected,
and I corrected myself without hesitating. "Well, get used to it --
you're going to spend the rest of your life as my sex slave and
toilet!" he said, laughing. With that, his studly asshole dilated
and I saw the first turd start to come out. I let it get most of the
way out -- he has me much better trained by now -- and didn't put my
mouth to it until he said "Eat it!" I actually bit most of it off
like I was stopping a yogurt dispenser with some still coming out.
The taste was horrific -- this was male shit, my son's shit, and I
was eating it, and would be eating it for life! I gagged it down and
somehow made it through the rest of the turds. Then he ordered me to
clean up his asshole and, when I was done, to thank him a hundred
times for allowing me to eat his shit. (He still sometimes tapes the
things I say to him.)
Since that first morning, he's put me through my paces multiple times
every day. In fact, my life is now basically defined in terms of
serving Adam, and my workday (Adam orders me not to work late) and
any times Adam is not around are just breaks from serving him. Adam
takes great delight in coming up with ways to humiliate me. I now
have to go to sleep with my face buried in his crotch or, more
commonly, his ass. He often wakes me up to order me to suck his cock
or to piss or shit in my mouth. He controls every aspect of my life
now, from what to wear to whether I may go to the bathroom at work to
when I may eat. Yesterday he told me I couldn't eat anything until
dinner. Then he came home from school at about 7 -- the car, like
everything else, is his now -- with a small pizza and a salad. I
thought it was for me and that I was so hungry I would eat it up in
five minutes. Instead I had to sit there and watch him down the
meal, then without saying a word, he got up and went to the bathroom
and snapped his fingers. I crawled over and put my face to his ass
and ate his shit, the only thing I ate yesterday. Another time after
I had done the dishes he took one of the dinner plates and shit on
it, then gave me the plate with the huge long turd and took one of
the nice forks and fed me bites of his dung!
I truly am his sex slave and his toilet now, just like he told me I
would be on that first day. I know that what I did was wrong, but I
had no idea it would lead to this. I spend most of my life now with
my son's asshole in my face, and some of it with his cock in my face
or up my ass. Nobody at work or anywhere would believe our set-up,
but I'm powerless to do anything about it. No matter how flattering
it is when Adam and I go to a bar and a woman flirts with me, I am
never allowed to let it go anywhere but I certainly can't tell her
the reason: because that night when I get home my son is going to
beat me with a belt, fuck my man butt, and relieve himself by making
me eat his shit!
ecSY4SmBLW
They have been doing this for years on the outer ring road of London at a place called the Dartford Tunnel.
It's not on a charging basis, they simply OCR your plate and store it with a time stamp and direction. They say it's purely for measuring the traffic flows but I know that in cases of emergency then the "authorities" can search the records.
He began to eat the sheep feces. In fact, HE FINISHED EVERY LAST BIT! My brother ate sheep shit!!!
But the funny thing is, I don't even have a brother! It was me! I ATE SHEEP SHIT!!!
DTABN
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
I stumbled downstairs early Sunday morning tripping over stuffed
animals on the stairs and toy trucks my son left on the floor the night
before.
"Dammit!" I said kicking the objects away. I reached down to jerk my
morning hard on. I was horny and tired and needed to take a piss. But
FIRST, the most important of all rituals - c o f f e e. I walked in the
kitchen and looked out the window above the sink. Already the sun was
coming up over the trees. I squinted my eyes and plugged in the coffee
maker. No café late bull shit for me. Just plain coffee - black -
thank you very much. I could feel the cool air on my ass and balls.
I'd be 38 in March and still had my runners build from college. Tall
and lanky. I'd always wanted to put on more weight like the wrestlers
or even the football players in college, but the fact that I'd started
smoking in high school fixed that, along with my extremely high
metabolism. I could never sit still. "Nervous Ned" my wife called
me. Brokering can do that to a guy. Even one as in good a shape as I
was. Guys my age were either retiring or dying. Neither of which were
options since I had a 17 year old daughter, an 11 year old son and just
recently and quite unexpectedly, a newborn son.
I was also a bonafide pedo, something I left out of my resume, and had
been since a teenager. My happiest day was when I brought home a new
pc from work and plugged into the internet. Before long I had one of
the largest collections of kid porn imaginable. I loved it all. The
old stuff, the new stuff, boys and girls of all ages. Nothing turned
me on more than to see a kid sucking on a hard adult cock or getting
fucked and sucked or eaten out or rimmed out and I spent hours talking
to other nasty fuckers like myself and I found that nothing was too
extreme. At one point, I was getting pics from a dad who, like myself,
had 3 kids. I got pics of him pissing in their open mouths, shitting
on their faces and then being forced to fuck one another. The kids
were all around 8-11. He also had snuff fantasies about them and we
discussed those in detail! The part I liked most was that I didn't
'look' like a pedo. Just another All-American dad with 3 kids and a
beautiful wife.
In 1983 we moved into a nice suburb of Atlanta. We'd just had my first
daughter, Nicole. It wasn't long before I started fingering her little
baby cunt and sticking my tongue as far up her little pussy as
possible. I loved it and would get hard as a rock, often getting so
excited I'd have to jack off on her face. A few times I managed to
insert the head of my fat cock in her pussy and explode up that tight
dark hole, my whole body jerking and spasming when I did. After which,
I would slurp my cum out of her pussy as soon as I came. I loved
fingering her when no one was watching or when changing her diapers and
she soon got use to the assault of my hard 8 inch cock. Just thinking
about the good old days gives me a raging hard-on.
I've even met a couple guys from work, closet pedo's like myself, who
love to exchange pics of kids getting fucked and sucked. My friend
Bryan, who is married and straight, loves the pics of little girls. My
other friend Paul loves both boys and girls and doesn't mind the
occasional blow-job from a perverted bi-dad like myself. He has a son,
8, and we discuss the things he wants to do to his son. Often times we
do this after hours in his office where he'll unzip and jack his cock
to kid porn while I play with his balls or occasionally suck him off.
As far as sexuality goes, I don't consider myself anything. I love
both pussy and cock but get especially turned on by looking at and
touching (sucking) another hard pedo cock. Nothing turns me on more
than getting it on with another nasty fucker like myself.
I can finally hear the coffee maker really start to spit and sputter.
I put my coffee mug directly under the spout when I hear my 11 year old
son come bounding down the stairs.
"Hey daddy." he says coming into the kitchen. His little 11 year old
hard on poking out from between his smooth hairless legs.
"Hey Tim. How's daddy's little boy today?"
"Great!" he says enthusiastically eyeing my naked ass.
"Nice little boner you have there this morning. Want daddy to suck on
it for awhile."
My son smiles sheepishly at me as I lift him up onto the counter. I
bend over and gently grab his cock between my long fingers.
"Mmmmmm" he moans as I squeeze his little mushroom shaped cock. It's
already 3 inches hard and sticks straight up from his groin as does
mine.
I bend down and slowly run my tongue over his hard little kid dick. I
push him back a bit and he lifts up his legs to give better access to
his own dad as I swallow his cock and balls at the same time, savoring
they way his organ jumps and pulses at the touch of my hot adult
tongue. I then move down to his tight asshole and lick him clean. I
can still taste the residue of shit and boy funk.
Before long he's bucking his hips and pumping his little cock into my
sucking mouth.
"Ahhhhhh Daddy!" he moans with his eyes closed. I reach up to jam my
middle finger right up his asshole.
"OOWEEEE!" he screams out, but I muffle his cries by placing my mouth
directly on his and inserting my long tongue. He can taste himself in
my mouth.
By now my hard cock is dripping and I've forgotten about my coffee mug
which is overflowing all over the counter.
"Is mom coming back to day?" my son asks me as I clean up the mess.
"Tomorrow son," I say wiping off the counter, but reach over ever so
often to squeeze his hard cock.
God I love my life.
Finally I have my first swallow of coffee noticing my son's eyes on my
erect dick.
"You hungry?" I ask my son and smile lewdly.
My son only smiles back never taking his eyes off my cock. I reach
down and gently squeeze the head of my dick. Precum pours out of the
slit.
My son just looks up at me with an intense wide open stare. The look
of lust on a kid, I think to myself. The boy loves his daddy's cock.
"Why don't you hop down off the counter and drink your morning milk." I
say wrapping my hand around my cock and pumping it a couple times.
My son hops off the counter and before I know it his little mouth is
sucking on the head of my fat cock.
"Ahhhh fuck!" That's it son. Wrap those little lips around Daddy's
cock. Suck on the head just like that, use your whole tongue.....
MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm, YEAH-right there! Just beneath the head."
At 11, my son is an excellent cock sucker, better in fact, than any
women I'd ever been with. He reaches up and grabs the base of my cock
to jack me since he can only swallow a small portion of it.
He even runs his hand along my hairy leg feeling the course texture.
He then reaches up to play with my heavy balls for a second, his eyes
closed the whole time, enjoying the sweet salty taste of my precum
running down his kid throat.
"Goddamn that feels good Tim. Keep sucking like that and you're gonna
get a mouthful."
I pull my sons sucking mouth off my cock and smile down at him. His
whole mouth is obscenely wet and his eyes are unfocused and far away.
Precum runs down his chin and suddenly it's too much for me.
"Milk does a body good." I said quickly grabbing the base of my cock
and pulling my sons hair in the back to lift up his face.
"AHHHH FUCK YEAH!" I scream out as I start to shoot. Cum erupts from
my cock shooting directly into my kids wide surprised eyes. It's the
most beautiful sight to behold. I then pump my hips forward, shoving
my cock head between my sons lips and deposit the rest of my load down
his fucking throat.
"OHH GOD YES!" I moan, my eyes closed and teeth clenched as I once
again feel my sons little mouth milking the head of my cock. I can
actually feel my balls empty into the back of his throat and feel his
throat muscles contracting as he swallows my adult sperm.
After I'm done, I pull out. My fat cock now half hard and swinging
obscenely between my hairs legs. A string of precum runs from the
tip. My son reaches up and gently catches it between his small fingers.
"I love you dad." He says looking up at me.
"I love you too kid!" I say still catching my breath. "You are by far
Daddy's best cocksucker EVER."
This makes him extremely happy and he moves up between my legs to clean
up my cock and balls with his mouth licking up any semen he might have
missed.
--
Just then I hear my daughter come down the stairs. She's naked as well
and hung over from the night before. She gives up a short look of
contempt and then dismisses us. It's much too early for her. She's
not a morning person.
She goes over the sink and grabs a coffee mug from the stainless steel
holder.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" I ask her moving up behind her and
pressing my moist cock between her legs.
"Nothing." She says flatly. "Just woke up."
I reach down between her legs and run my fingers along her furry slit.
She presses her ass against my cock and closes her eyes.
"Not now Dad. I have to get ready for the fashion show." She says
pushing my hand away.
"Well Nicole, seems as if you already missed quite a show." I said
smiling down at my son who is watching us closely. His dick is still
hard. He giggles quietly waiting for his turn.
I reach up to fondle my daughter's firm tits, running my middle finger
slowly over the nipple until it's hard and until I hear her breathing
harder. I then look down at my son and nod. He quickly moves between
his sister's legs and with one lunge buries his tongue up her cunt.
"OOOHHHH Daddy!" she moans feeling her little 11 year old brother's
tongue wiggle in her pussy and my large hands covering her breasts.
Her long brown hair falls down over her smooth white shoulders.
"He's just so goooooood." She moans, her brother's little motor mouth
working wonders. The Little Oral King - I call him.
Instantly I feel another erection and position the head of my cock
against my daughter's tight ass.
"Got something for you bitch." I whisper in her ear. "Your little
prepubescent boyfriends don't have anything on me. How'd you like a
real cock for breakfast.???"
My daughter doesn't answer, just shoves her ass against my hard cock.
"Ahhhh yesss. That's it sweetie. How'd you like a real fuck with a
real -adult- cock.?"
My daughter just moans, my sons mouth still plastered between her legs,
his cheeks moving in and out as he eats her out.
"Okay Nicole. Close your eyes and count to three." I tell her running
the head of my cock along her tight puckered hole.
She slowly mouths the number - o n e....
Suddenly I rare back and then ram my cock up her ass as hard as I can.
"OOOOHHH NOOOOOOOOO!" she screams out as I anally assault her shoving
my entire cock up her ass in one brutal blow.
My son stops what he's doing, his whole face a wet mask of cunt juice.
"Do it dad. Fuck her good. Fuck that nasty bitch."
Suddenly I'm pumping and squeezing my daughter's tits between my
fingers until they turn white.
"Oh owe oh owe oh owe!" my daughter pants.
Suddenly I feel my son's mouth sucking on my nuts.
"AHHH FUCK!" I cry out knowing that the combination makes me crazy. I
reach down and jam 2 fingers in my daughters cunt, enveloped in a black
wet darkness, my son now licking up the precum at the base of my cock
and his sister's juice as it runs down between her legs. His face
lodged between our fucking bodies.
"OHHHHHHH NICOLE!! I'm gonna cum! Take Daddy's cum NOW!!!" I scream
shoving my hips forward as hard as possible lifting my daughter off her
feet and jamming my cock as far up her ass as possible.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH GOD!" I scream out as I hear something rip
inside her. It sounds muffled like my cock ripped through her
intestinal wall and I can feel a warm liquid flowing down between my
legs as I blow my load up into her torn-up asshole.
"AHAHAHAHAHAH" I scream my hairy legs bucking and my cock still
shooting inside her.
Suddenly I look down to see dark red blood mixed with brown shit
running down between my legs. Before I can say 'Go', my son moves in
and starts licking up the nasty mess.
"Oh fuck!" I said suddenly realizing I was holding my daughter up from
beneath her breasts. She had actually passed out...
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I disagree. Cheaper is usually not enough. It also has to be convenient. Personally, I don't use public transportation very often (never where I live, and only rarely when I visit other places) because it's just plain inconvenient (side note: I also enjoy driving my car, which means public transportation has to be able to provide an even higher utility for me to choose to use it). I disagree with taxing other forms of travel to encourage use of public transportation. If you want me to use it, make it affordable and convenient, and provide me with benefits that I won't get by driving my car (not necessarily monetary, either. Even with current gas prices, I'd still choose to drive than ride the transit system).
I guess if I were in a more populous area (Seattle only counts if you're in the downtown area, which I'm not) public transportation would be a more viable option. However, I'm not, and the current implementations here are not viable for me. Therefore, I don't use it even though 50% of my registration renewal fee is a public transportation tax.
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
"I'm a man!" I groaned. "I've been fucked by a man's cock! I'm not a boy anymore!"
I scooped Dad's and Uncle Brian's shit into my hands and smeared my body with their warm filth. Lying on the floor of the basement, wallowing in the waste of these two men, I gazed up at the candles. They flickered silently. I lay at the foot of the cross as upon an altar where I was the victim being offered up to the God of raunch!
Dad and Uncle Brian held me in their arms. Our filthy, smelly bodies rubbing against one another. My cock stirred and jerked upward within the confines of the leather jockstrap. I reached down and pulled it free, stroking it with my shit fillled hand.
The warmth of manturd on my cock, the stench that wafted into my nostrils made my body tremble and my asshole, my dirty asshole, quivered at the sensation it had just felt for the very first time!
My tight boy hole was no longer virgin territory. My father had filled me with his manhood and his seed. I belonged to him now in a special way.
Reaching up to my Dad, I grasped the back of his neck with my shitty hand and drew his lips towards mine.
"Am I a man now, Dad?" I whispered, as his lips grazed mine.
"Yes, my son!" he answered, softly. "You are now a man!"
Uncle Brian slid down, trailing wet kisses along my filth covered body. Closer and closer he slid his mouth towards my hard cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned, as he took my raunchy dick into his mouth and sucked. "Yeah! Suck my dirty dick, Uncle Brian! Fuckin' suck your shit off my dick!"
I squirmed, thrusting my hips upwards, sinking my cock deep within my Uncle's mouth.
As he sucked on my dick, he reached up and to his left, ramming his fingers up his brother's asshole!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Dad groaned, welcoming this intrusion. "Fuck! Give it to me Brian. Fist my shitty hole!"
Slowly, Dad got up on all fours. He positioned himself over me, his cock hanging over my mouth.
"My fuckhole is so hungry, Brian! I need your fist up my ass!"
Uncle Brian took his mouth off of my dick and knelt between my outstreatched legs and Dad's upturned ass. He worked several fingers in and out of Dad's asshole. The pasty goo oozing out of Dad's shithole served as lube as Uncle Brian inserted all five of his fingers in Dad's butthole!
"Fuck yeah! Give it to me, little brother! More!" Dad groaned, pushing his hairy ass back onto Uncle Brian's disappearing fingers. The knuckles penetrated. Dad maoned out loud and reached for the bottle of Rush.
I could hear him inhaling the vapors from the bottle deeply. I sucked his cock into my mouth.
"Ah fuck!" Dad cried out, as my head jerked upward to swallow his semi-hard cock and Uncle Brian's hand sunk into Dad's gaping, hungry hole!
"How's that feel, brother?"
"Fuckin' wonderful, Brian! Fuck me! Punch my ass, little brother!"
Uncle Brian scooped some of the shit from my body and coated his arm with it. Sighing with animal lust he began fucking Dad's ass with his fist.
"More! More!" Dad grunted, pushing his ass back taking more of Uncle Brian's arm up his ass. "Find something up there you like, Brian?"
"I feel shit, Chris!" Uncle Brian yelled, "I can feel your fuckin' butt slop!"
"Yeah! Dig for shit, little brother! Dig for my stinking shit! That's your playground, Brian! Give it to me, fucker! Punch my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian pistoned his fist in and out of Dad's ass. When he withdrew his hand completely I could feel Dad's warm shit oozing out of his asshole onto my dick. I sucked his cock harder.
"Yeah! You fuckiin' cocksucker! Suck my dick, Philip! Suck it while your Uncle fists my shitty asshole!"
"Fuckin' shit pigs!" Uncle Brian shouted. "We're fuckin' dirty pigs!"
"Fist my raunchy ass, Brian! Shove your fuckin' arm up my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian lunged forward. Dad's greedy hole swallowed his brother's arm up to the elbow!
"Yes! Yes! You fuckin' bitch! Pound my ass, Brian! Suck my fuckin' dick, Philip! Don't stop! Please don't stop, the both of you! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck!"
Uncle Brian and I worked in unison giving pleasure to Dad. The one fisting; the other sucking; Dad moaning in ecstacy.
"Need more!" Dad yelled. "I wanna feel Philip's fist up my ass with yours too!"
I gasped as Dad pulled his dick out of my mouth.
"Get back there with your Uncle, Philip, and shove your fist up my hungry asshole! I want you both at the same time!"
I wiggled myself from beneath my Dad and knelt beside my Uncle Brian whose arm was embedded in his brother's shithole.
"There's some crisco in the toy bag, Philip. Lube your hand up with it."
I retrieved the can and proceded to grease up my hand and forearm.
"Are you ready, Philip?"
"Oh yeah!" I hissed as Uncle Brian retracted his arm to his wrist.
"Fuck me, guys!" Dad hollered, "I wanna feel the both of you up my ass digging for shit!"
"Slide your fingers up your Dad's ass, one at a time, Philip. Do it slow. Take your time. When you're all the way in, hold my hand!"
I did as I was told. One finger at a time.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Dad yelled. "Give it to me, son!"
Slowly, my hand disappeared into the gaping, dirty hole. My hand slid alongside that of my Uncle's and he curled his fingers around mine.
"Ah shit!" Dad let out a loud gasp. He looked back at us, his eyes glazed with lust. "Fucking pigs!" he screamed. "Fuck me! Fist fuck my shitty ass!"
In tandem, Uncle Brian and I pumped our fists deeper and deeper into the willing, hungry asshole. As we fisted Dad's ass, Uncle Brian kissed me deeply. Our mouths greedily sucking each other's tongues as our fists punched away in the sewer of my Dad's filthy butthole.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yeeeeessssss! Yeah! Pound my motherfuckin' dirty ass! Fuck me! Dig the shit outta my ass, you fuckin' sluts! Fuckin' pigs!"
As I gazed upwards, the candles flickered softly, casting their glow upon the cross which the three of us, eerily were kneeling before. Together, we were upon the altar of Raunch. A new sacrificial lamb was being offered up to the God of Shit!
I clasped my Uncle Brian's huge, uncut cock in my free hand and began stroking.
"Jack me off, Philip! Make me cum!"
I pull and pull on his cock, milking the pre-cum from his pisshole. He reaches for my dick and returns the favor. Stroke for stroke, we masturbate one another as we bury our fists up Dad's filthy asshole.
A million shocks of pleausure envelope my body. I'm tingling all over. So much has happened to me tonight. So many new discoveries. Pain with pleasure. Pleasure with pain!
The journey that began several months ago has opened up for me a whole new world that I embrace willingly.
"Yes! Yes! Jack me off too, Uncle Brian! I wanna cum again!"
Together, the three of us pull on cocks. We are untied, bound together in a very special union.
"Fuck! Fuck!" we gasp in unison, "I'm gonna fuckin' shoot!"
Our bodies heave and tremble. Dad impales himself more deeply upon mine and Uncle Brian's fists as he ejaculates upon the floor.
One by one. One right after another, our cocks explode sending ropes of cum flying in the air.
As Uncle Brian and I retract our hands from Dad's ass, a slurping sound is heard. His puckering bud flares and a foul smelling fart hisses from his fisted hole. It's stink fills my nostrils as I collapse onto him, my mouth at his asshole. Sucking. Nursing at the brown shit log he's pushing out of his asshole into my mouth.
I tumble onto the floor, my mouth filled with Dad's shit. Uncle Brian collapses beside me and kisses me deeply. A sloppy, slurping shit kiss. Dad too, crashes to the floor, panting heavily in the aftermath of his orgasm. He moans and releases a flow of warm piss that streams its way towards Uncle Brian and I.
I am in heaven! The journey of a boy to manhood is completed.
Epilogue
January 1, 2000
It's cold outside. The wind is whipping snow against the window. I'm making this enty into my journal sitting on a rim seat gazing at the falling snow.
Dad is under the rim seat receiving my morning dump, the way he always does, in his hungry mouth!
As for Uncle Brian. He lives here with Dad and I now. He's our lover. We're each other's lovers. Strange isn't it, how things come about?
As Dad feeds from my asshole, Uncle Brian is sucking on my pissing cock. Outside, the snow is swirling. Everything is beautiful. What more could a sixteen-year-old teenage boy ask for?
You tell me!
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Many toll booths have a membership option - allowing regular users to faststream through a set of lanes by simply swiping a card or having a barcode on their dash read.
All this does is extend this to ALL traffic.
The only problem as I see it is that I can be being charged for a service without having it made clear to me that I am going to have to pay.
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I grew up in a small rural town in Mississippi. My parents lived in a
small house several miles from a major road and we were all but secluded
from civilization. My dad was the foreman of a large manufacturing plant
and my mom was a waitress at the local bar and grill so needless to say we
weren't rich but we had most of the necessities of life. The one thing we
didn't have though was an indoor bathroom and we used what the old timers
call an outhouse. It was a little shed like building outback of our house
and it was here whether during the day or night my family would have to go
to take a piss or shit. My father, however, being a decent carpenter, had
rebuilt the old one since my mom constantly complained of the smell. She
refused to use it and had in the meantime, set up a small port-a-potty in
the closet near their room. Even after my dad rebuilt the old one , she
still refused to use it saying she was civilized and would leave the
outhouse for us men.
I guess looking back my dad was a pig. He was handsome enough, but his
manners sucked. He would belch and fart out loud and then laugh about it as
well as pick his nose in public. All these things my mom hated, but I
thought it was rather funny at the time. He was also loud and aggressive, a
trait I would later develop. Anyway, by the time I was 14 we were at each
others throats. I developed early though, so the beating I received as a
kid stopped because he knew I could kick his ass. At 14 I was 5'10 and
weighed about 150 pounds but it was all muscle even though I didn't have a
hair on my body yet. My dad still teased me though telling me he was going
to put me over his knee or that I wasn't to old to knock upside the head.
The only time we got along was when we drank together and we did a lot of
that.
It was about this time that I started to explore my sexuality. Since there
weren't any guys around to tell me about sex, I had to learn everything on
my own. I think it was during this time that I started jacking off everyday
and was fascinated with my cock and balls and ass. I would set up the
mirror in my room at night, light candles, and watch myself masturbate using
mayonnaise. I loved laying back, spreading my legs and watching myself get
off. it was this same time I began noticing my own dad. I began wondering
what my dad looked like naked. I wondered what he did when he jerked off.
I knew he did it quite a bit because my mom had mentioned it once in passing
and in knew they didn't get it on much. Anyway, my dad was a `real' man.
He was 5'11 and had short dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was lean and
fit as well from working at the plant, even though he had a slight beer gut.
I'd always found him obnoxious and loud, but it was around this time my
disgust turned to curiosity and the reason was simple. I'd never seen him
naked. I know that sounds odd, but he never took his clothes off front of
me and in fact he was relatively shy. This only increased my curiosity and
I was getting no where peeking through the keyhole of my parents bedroom.
Anyway, the idea to spy on him came one day while I was in the outhouse. I
noticed that there were 2 toilet seats and below it was the catch basin that
had recently been cleaned since he rebuilt it . There was also enough room
for someone of reasonable height to stand or sit below the bench and viola!
I would have a perfect view of him taking a leak. Upon close inspection, I
realized there was a small door on the outer side of the outhouse that he
used to clean the bottom with a shovel. It would be gross for sure, but it
was a perfect way to see what I had wanted to see for so long - my dads'
cock!
I remember thinking about doing it and masturbating the night before,
having one of the best jack off sessions ever. This would be great and I
couldn't wait. The next day my mom went to work and my dad and I proceeded
to drink beer together as always. He was wearing his faded jeans, work
boots and a company shirt with his name sewn on the front. I watched him
closely and went to the fridge as often as possible to being him another
beer. I was nervous as shit that this wouldn't work and I'd get caught, but
after 5 beers myself, I didn't care. Besides, I crawled into the bottom of
the outhouse earlier in the morning and realized I'd have a perfect view of
him pissing and if I bunched up against the far wall I could never be seen.
I was ready! We'd been drinking for almost 2 hours when I figured he'd have
to take a piss. I excused myself to my room saying I was tired and left him
to watch TV alone. I then closed and locked my bedroom door, stripped to my
underwear and climbed out of my bedroom window.
I was so excited I had a hard on poking out the front of my shorts before I
even got to the outhouse. Once there I opened the door to the crawl space
and climbed in. The only light came from the two openings in the bench
above and a skylight, but it was enough to see. The smell was bad but
bearable. For a moment, I froze fearing he had gone to use the port-a-potty
in my moms closet, but it was right after this thought that I heard the back
screen door slam. My heart froze. I was stuck. I had to do it now. I
could hear his heavy work boots thumping on the hard ground. My cock was
bursting the thin shorts I had on so I pushed them down to my knees. I
grabbed hold of my hard cock and held my breath as I heard the outhouse door
open and then bang shut. For a moment I heard nothing and was suddenly
horrified that he knew I was there and that he was waiting for me to come
out and receive the beating of my life, but then I heard him unbuckling his
belt. My heart was beating a hundred miles and hour and I was sure he could
hear it. Then I heard him unzipping his pants. I leaned over slightly
still holding my breath finally ready to see my dad's adult sized cock!
Suddenly, to my ultimate shock, the open hole in the bench was replaced by
my dad's hairy ass. My dad was going to take a shit instead!
Fuck I thought as I squatted closer to the floor. This is incredible and
indeed it was. I peered up at his hairy crack and asshole. I thought my
cock was going to explode. Not only could I see his hairy crack and asshole
only inches from my face , but I could see his heavy ball sack and cock
hanging down as well. It was fucking beautiful. His cock was small, but ha
d a large perfectly shaped mushroom head at the end. I was in awe. I wanted
so desperately to reach up and grab it and had to stop myself from doing
that or grabbing hold of his hairy balls. Suddenly he let out a loud nasty
fart and I freaked out as I saw his asshole open and a large hard turn begin
to push it's way out. I was watching my dad take a shit! The log was thick
and brown and hard and pushed it's way out of his ass like some bizarre
snake. Suddenly it plopped to the bottom of the outhouse floor. I remember
leaning forward to inspect his asshole. The smell was awesome and I leaned
even closer to get a good look.
There it was contracting and opening before my very eyes, a streak of brown
shit stain on either side of his hairy ass cheeks. I was slowly massaging
my aching cock fearful I would cum at any moment. His cock looked larger
too and hung down over his ballsack. God how I wanted to reach up and
stroke it. Then a second turd began to push it's way out of his asshole.
This one seemed smaller than the first, but I watched it mesmerized just the
same. Then something happened. To this day I don't know what made me do
it. I think it was the need to be a part of the experience of my dad
shitting, but I reached down without making a sound and picked up the turd
my dad had just shit out of his funky ass! It was still hot and hard and
slimy. I held it to my nose and gagged. I put it down quickly only to pick
it up again. My dad always spent a lot of time on the pot, so I wasn't
afraid of him getting up just yet. Anyway, I remember mashing the
shit in my fist and feeling it squeeze through my fingers. Then I did the
obvious, I grabbed my cock with my shitty fist and began to pump. Fuck this
was awesome! I was losing my mind. I was jacking off with my own dad's
shit! I slathered my six inch boycock with shit and proceeded to pump it
from the head of my cock to the base of my balls.
I guess I had really gotten into it and was amazed to see my white cock turn
completely brown with shit. My dad was shitting another nasty log and it
was the sight of his asshole opening up with his crack, cock, and balls so
close to my face that sent me over the edge and I started to cum.
Fuck! I started starting to shoot all over the place, my cum arching up and
splattering the side of the outhouse wall. I was gone and had no way of
stopping it.
Suddenly I heard my dad yelling, `what the fuck!' I peered up terrified.
He was looking down between his hairy legs at his son who was covered with
his shit mixed with cum.
He just stared at me for awhile as if seeing a ghost not believing his own
son could be jacking off while watching him take a dump. That was it I
remember thinking, he's going to beat me to a bloody pulp. Then to my
disbelief he began to sneer.
`So you like spying on your old man, Huh?' he said and began to laugh. I
was so terrified that I began to cry.
`You fuckin little faggot!' he said, his sneer turning to anger, `Stop
crying or I'll give you something to cry about.' I started to crawl back
toward the door and escape the terror when I heard my dad yell, `FREEZE.!
Then he told me that if I was going to spy on him then I had to pay the
price.
I just looked up at him, my shorts still around my ankles with my shit
smeared cock hanging down between my hairless thighs. That was when he
spoke again.
`Since you like spying on your old man so much, why don't you get up here
and smell my dirty ass!'
What the fuck! I thought. What was he telling me to do? I stared at him in
disbelief. Huh was the only thing I could say.
`Get your fuckin face up here and smell my dirty ass!', he hollered at me
again.
Suddenly I knew exactly what he wanted and I got instantly hard again.
I knew he was serious and had little choice but to do what he wanted.
Besides, it couldn't be that bad, could it?
I moved up closer stepping in one of his turds as I moved.
`That's a good boy,' he chided, `come closer.'
I was only inches from his ass now. I could smell the shit still on his
crack and ass hair and almost gagged again, but then looked up and realized
that my dad was hard! His cock was arched up and pointed toward his belly.
It was full of veins, but the head was hidden from my view.
`Don't worry about that boy, focus on what I told you. You'll get this
another day. For now start licking out my fuckin hole!'
I didn't need another warning, but placed my nose and mouth beneath his
hairy hole and with one quick move forward, buried my whole mouth and tongue
up against his smelly, shitty hole.
I heard a loud umph when I did it and realized my own cock was now hard as a
rock. Even harder than before. I was eating out my dads' shitty ass and
loving it! Words cannot describe how unreal this was.
`Start tonguing me out boy!' I heard him bark and instantly began licking
out his dirty crack. I ran my tongue all up in his hairy ass and began
cleaning him with my mouth and tongue.
`That's it boy, lick my entire crack. Start at the top and work your way
down to my nuts.'
I did as he said licking all up in his hot crevice feeling his shitty ass
hairs tickle my nose, then stop when I got to his puckered ass. I even
reached up with my hands and spread his ass cheeks apart and then drove my
tongue deep up his smelly hole in one intense plunge.
UGGHHH!!! I heard him moan as I felt his ass tighten around my tongue.
`That's it boy, shove that tongue up my ass!'
I opened my eyes for a moment as I heard him spit. He was fisting his
cock! My dad was jacking off while I sucked his ass.
Keep tonguing my ass boy, I heard him say. Don't stop. Get that tongue up
in there. French kiss my asshole!
I then started to really get into it and began running my tongue all up and
down his hairy crack. It wasn't long before my dad was rocking back and
forth on the toilet seat, pushing his ass down on my face.
`Ohhhhhh! That's it boy! Lick out my dirty ass crack!
I pushed my tongue back and forth up his hot hole tasting his funky man
scent and recent shit. I was in fucking heaven.
Oh baby he was moaning. That feels so good. You like eating out your
daddy's nasty ass don't you?
I just moaned, my tongue still buried up his ass crack while I fisted my
cock, his shit still coating my hands. I could hear the slick sounds of him
pumping his cock. Now suck on my balls he commanded and I eagerly began
sucking on his hairy nuts.
Fuck I heard him say out loud. Now go back to my ass. French kiss my
nasty ass.
I moved quickly back to his open hole. Suddenly without warning, he farted
right into my open mouth.
`Fuck!' I blurted out and backed away, his wet fart filling my nose and
mouth with bits of shit.
`Get up there and eat that!' he yelled.
I did as he asked smelling the fart all the way down my throat. I gagged
when suddenly he began pushing out a fucking turd!
I couldn't believe it. I backed away again.
You little ass hole eating faggot! You like my shit so much get up there
and suck on my shit!
I couldn't believe it. Now my dad was telling me to eat his shit!
`Do it!!!' he suddenly yelled again shaking the tin walls of shed.
I immediately moved back, held my breath and placed my mouth directly over
his asshole and the log of shit.
`Suck on that fucking nasty log. Eat the shit out of daddy's ass!'
Suddenly the log fell out of his ass and into my mouth. I immediately spit
it out and replaced the log with my tongue. No sooner had I put my mouth
back on his shitty hole than I felt his hole close on my tongue.
`Fuck I'm gonna cum!!!!!!' he screamed out loud!
He bucked his hips wildly on my face and started to shoot his load all over
the place.
FUCK FUCK FUCK I'M CUMMMIINGGGGG!!!!!! he yelled again.
I then reached up between his hairy legs and grabbed the base of his cock as
he came!
Umph! Uumph! AAAAAAGGRRR!!!!!! he moaned as he rocked back and forth on my
face, his cock in my shitty hand as his cum shot out all over his chest and
legs. Soon it covered my hand. The same hand that had been covered with
his shit. After what seemed like forever, I pulled my hand back down. It
was covered with my dad's cum!
I watched my dad slowly get up and the hole in the bench open up. I peered
up at him and what a sight I must have been. He stood there, his pants and
round his knees, his still hard cock swaying back and forth between his
thick hairy legs, the cum still running down his stomach.
You dirty little fucker, he sneered seeing me crouched in the bottom of the
outhouse, shit all over my mouth and face and cock.
Lick your hand he said and grinned. I just stood there in shock at all that
had happened.
Lick it! he bellowed.
I put my hand up to my mouth and began licking off his cum and shit, my own
cock arched straight up against my stomach still stained with my dad's
shit.
I reached up and began jacking my cock needing relief not caring if he
watched me or not. It didn't matter now.
That was when my dad moved up closer, his now half hard cock swinging back
and forth between his legs.
Here you dirty little ass sucker he said, here's something to wash my shit
down with and he began pissing on me! it was beer piss too, hot and wet.
He shot it directly in my face and eyes. I was stunned again but heard him
say open and immediately opened my mouth as the warn piss filled my shitty
mouth. I instinctively swallowed and then gagged spitting it back up. I
heard my dad laugh as piss hit my smooth chest and the last thing he said
was `jack it'.
I reached down and began furiously pumping my cock.
I remember him pissing directly on my pumping fist and shit covered cock and
balls. It was incredible and soon the flow of urine was gone, but I was in
ecstasy. I could even feel his piss running down the crack of my ass. I
looked up to see him peering down at me with a hot look in his eyes. A look
that said he was enjoying this as much as me. He then bent down and placed
his hand on my slimy shoulder.
That's it baby boy, I heard my dad say, pump that cock for daddy. Jerk that
hard cock for me. Let me see you shoot that hot load all over the floor.
Do it son! Pump that hard fuckin cock! And suddenly I felt myself starting
to cum.
"Umphh!!!!" I yelled out loud. "That's it boy, shoot that fuckin load!!!!,"
he said as I started to shoot all over the floor of the outhouse.
"Umpphh!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" I yelled out load bucking my hips obscenely
almost blacking out from the intensity of it all.
After I came to, I looked up to see my dad grinning from ear to ear.
'Very impressive' he said and motioned for me to come up from the shit pit.
I climbed through the trap door and he greeted me at the front door to the
outhouse. That's when he grabbed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I
groaned unable to grasp all that was happening. I even reached out and
jerked his now hard cock a few times listening to him grunt and moan. He
then pulled me into the outhouse, sat me down on the same seat I'd just
rimmed his ass on and proceeded to lick me clean from head to toe. It was
unbelievable. He even lifted my legs and began tonguing out my ass! I sat
and grunted like a dog. Before I knew it his head was between my legs and
his lips were swapped around my hard cock. I was once again shooting my
load, but this time it was down my own dad's throat! It was fucking
awesome!
After we were done, we walked to the house in the hot sun. My dad put his
arm around my shoulder as we laughed the whole way. He admitted to me that
he had known I was planning to spy on him in the outhouse. In fact, he told
me that that was the reason he built it that way and that I wasn't the first
person to spy! I couldn't believe it. I was still in shock.
Needless to say our sex didn't stop there. A few years later my mom got an
office job and had my dad put in an indoor bathroom with a tub, sink and all
but to this day she wonders why us men still want use the old outhouse!
The End!
Af8MCDi6OW
The Virgin Mother appeared to me today. She was holding two baked potatoes with sour cream and chives. "They're delicious," she said, and she smiled, emanating a great white light. I took one from her. It was warm and inviting. I cut into it with my plastic fork and plastic knife and I took a bite. It was, as usual, very dry. She hould out the other potato to me. "You try it," I said, "it's dry as fuck."
DTABN
Using the classic government approach, "they" are also going to rig the implementation of this. The major routes in London really depend on traffic light phasing - and this has been seriously screwed up in the last few months. As a consequence traffic jams have appeared where none were before. Then "they" will switch on the congestion charge, fix the phasing, and claim that congestion charging is the saviour of London.
Oh well, if it gets the poor in their crappy Mazdas off the road...er...I thought the Mayor was a socialist...
(if anyone doesn't believe this, go check out the City Road/Old Street roundabout. There is a jam there, going towards Angel that is solely caused by the lights. The junction has been physically the same for all of the 30 years I have known it - and suddenly the traffic is screwed. Wonder why...oh yes, this is the boundary of the congestion charge zone)
I always feel like someone at Wendy's is going to help me change. It's so hard to really change--most of the time I don't even think of it as a possibility. At Wendy's, though, especially when I've ordered and I know that good people are working hard to bring me what I deserve, I know I can change. I can become something truly special, like an escaped death-row inmate or a twelve-year-old prostitute.
DTABN
Your privacy does not extend to the effects of light rays bouncing off you and your vehicle in a public place. If you're that paranoid about being seen you probably shouldn't be operating a motor vehicle either.
This is not new. In Melbourne, Australia, a system operating on similar principles for a few years - http://www.perceptics.com/files/LPR.pdf.
Speed cameras here also operate in the same way, and have done so for years. No human will even see your traffic fine after it leaves the police van. The images get transferred back to the central computer, which then scan & enhance it, print the infringement notice and stuff it into a envelope. I assume a human carries it down to the post office. But it can't be to far off before the dammed things are delivered by email.
Scott McNeally's off the cuff comment Privacy is dead, deal with it! is spot on. Slashdotters may have as much trouble accepting that as the RIAA has accepting the way technology has gutted copyright, but the genie is out of the bottle. You can't put it back. No one is going to tear down the cameras that take 300 pictures of your average Londoner a day. No one is going to stop the hire car companies tracking you via satellite. Nobody is going to stop the police tracking your movements by asking Blockbuster when and where you last hired out movies.
David Brin was right. Trying to stop the collection is a lost cause. Instead fight to make your right to know who is collecting such information, what they have collected, and most importantly who has accessed it. If we can't keep their fingers out of our packets, at least we can keep the bastards honest!
The usual IANAL,
but my understanding of how it is in America,
is that all of your rights and freedoms are granted to you by the state (I don't mean like in the 50 states of the US, I mean the more abstract "state") and as such they have the right to restrict your freedoms to a degree.
Yes, the bill of rights grants the freedom to move, but not to tresspass. This is the same logic that puts the FCC in charge of the "air" and its bandwith spectrum.
Now, on to your public transpo comment:
unless you get to an underground station (I must admit I don't know much about London public transpo) you still have to use the roads (from what I understand you wouldn't want to use the rails!) and if there is more traffic the public transpo bus is bottlenecked by all the damn cars!
So if you reduce the number of cars on the road, you improve the efficiency of buses, thus making them a more attractive alternative. You have to boot-strap somehow!
In the future, I would want to not be isolated from my friends in the Space Station.
This has already been done for the last 4 years here in Ontario, Canada. The only Toll highway we have uses camera's to snap your rear license plate and you get a bill in the mail 407 ETR website [407etr.com]
You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
I'm an architect in a suburb of New York City, have been for about
ten years now. I'm 39 years old, 6'2", 185 lbs., good-looking not
just for my age but for any age. I have nice olive-toned skin that
always looks like I just came back from a vacation somewhere with a
lot of sun. When I go to a bar I'm usually one of the few men who
actually get sought out by the women. It's not unusual for a woman
to come up to me and start a conversation and make it very clear by
her eyes, her words, her hands that she wants one thing and one thing
only: the cock in my jeans.
I married a wonderful woman named Melissa shortly after we met in
college. We had one son, Adam, who's now in his freshman year at
community college, where he's trying to work his way up to the top
spot on the school tennis team. Unfortunately, my wife passed away
about three years ago from breast cancer. It was very traumatic for
me and Adam, but was especially hard because it intensified the
rebellious phase that Adam was already starting to go through as a
teenager. Fortunately, he's straightened out a lot since then, even
wearing a crew cut these days instead of the unkempt mop of light
brown hair he wore in high school.
He's my pride and joy, a beautiful guy. He's a bit shorter than me
at 6' even, 160 lbs., light brown hair -- mine is darker -- and,
since he plays a lot of tennis, long and extremely powerful, muscular
legs. It's amazing to me the position I've gotten myself into with
him. Though everything I've said sounds pretty normal, the fact of
the matter is that I have basically resigned myself to the fact that
Adam is my Master and I am his slave and toilet. Let me tell you how
things got to this point.
I didn't even think about women for almost two years after Melissa
died. And when I started having sexual thoughts at all, they were
about her. She and Adam and I had been a great team, and the good
things I felt about the three of us seemed to prevent me from
thinking them about other women. Eventually, though I had NEVER had
any sexual thoughts about guys, some of those good feelings toward
Adam began to develop a sexual component, probably because I was so
undersexed at that point. Though it almost amazes me to write it, I
found myself looking at his body the way women routinely look at
mine: noticing his strong legs, his compact frame, his round firm
butt, even the bulge in his jeans and tennis shorts. Little did I
know that within a few months I would have put myself in a position
to spend my life worshipping and serving that cock and that ass.
I began trying to spend as much time around Adam as possible, coming
home early to be with him when he got back from school so I could
smell his manly scent after the team practice. I checked out his
body and encouraged him to feel free to wear few clothes around the
house, which he tended to do anyway. I started doing his laundry,
sniffing each pair of underwear and each jockstrap, trying to smell
the smell of his crotch and hoping he had left some skidmarks to
sniff out and maybe even taste. He still lives at home now, even
though he's 19 and in college, because the college is nearby and it
saves us a lot of money.
But you're probably still wondering, how did you become his slave
and, what's more, his toilet?! Well, eventually, I couldn't take it
any more. I waited till Adam was asleep one night and quietly snuck
into his room. I looked at his beautiful body in what little light
was coming through the mostly-closed window. He was sleeping on his
stomach and that gorgeous ass, covered in only his jockey briefs, was
jutting out for my view. (I love the way it looks in his lycra
tennis shorts, but this was even better!) I turned him over as
softly as possible -- it took a while -- and gently, slowly pulled
down his briefs to reveal that gorgeous, 18-year-old cock, bigger
than a boy's but not yet fully developed. I couldn't help myself. I
put my face into his crotch and smelled the smells I had only whiffed
in his underwear, the smell of a stud's crotch. I opened my mouth
and took in his cock, working up and down the shaft and even taking
in his balls for a while. I kept sucking him off, loving every
forbidden second of it, until finally he came in his sleep in my
mouth. I drank down his seed, the seed of the son I had created with
my own seed eighteen years earlier.
I thought he was asleep, but now I realize how silly I was to think
he would actually come without realizing what was going on. After I
cleaned him up a little with a tissue, I left his room as softly as I
could and went back into my room to relive what I had just done.
Well, I decided I had to do it again. I loved it!!! So the next
night I went back and followed the same plan, only this time I was
burying my face on his cock when all of a sudden he put his hands on
my shoulders and pulled me off his cock. "What are you doing?!" he
asked, with what sounded like genuine surprise. "Why are you sucking
my cock? You're my father! I can't believe you were raping me like
that!" "I'm sorry, son," was all I could say -- I couldn't believe
what I was doing, much less planned out a response when he inevitably
discovered me -- and then I begged him to let me finish. He silently
acceded, shoving his cock violently back into my mouth and holding my
face in his crotch until he shot down my throat. I left without a
word and went back to my room, tossing and turning and not getting to
sleep until about 4am.
At 11 in the morning -- which was a Saturday, fortunately -- Adam
knocked on my door and woke me up. I opened it and let him in,
looking at him sheepishly, wondering what he thought of me. "We have
to talk," he said, and I thought I had at least some idea of what the
conversation was going to go like. Boy, was I wrong! Adam explained
to me that he had realized the first night what was going on and
decided to get it on tape. So he set up a tape recorder the
following night and had gotten on tape my confession to raping him,
sucking his cock, and begging him to let me continue! He told me
that he had gone this morning and made several copies of that tape
and that they were all safely hidden and would only be distributed by
him if I did not accept the terms he was about to lay out.
Before I heard them I knew I had no choice but to accept them. I had
no idea what they would be but I didn't think they would be anything
too major. In any case, though, I had never broken any major law in
my life and would do anything to stay out of prison. I also
instantly thought of how many people Adam could ruin my life by
giving a copy of that tape to: not just the cops but my bosses, my
clients, my parents, almost anyone! I knew that what I had done was
totally wrong but had no idea that it would subject me to a life of
servitude and toilet slavery.
Then Adam told me that just as I had been tough on him in recent
years, getting on his case for everything he did that I perceived as
overly "rebellious," he was going to be tough on me, only it was
going to last all my life. Then he told me that he had enjoyed the
service I had given him and that I was going to be his sex slave from
now on. Whenever he ordered me to do anything -- suck his cock, lick
his balls, rim his ass, bend over and take his cock up my butt,
anything -- I was to do it IMMEDIATELY or he would take a belt to me.
He also said that since I had several times humiliated him in front
of his friends, he thought he had come up with the perfect way to
most abjectly humiliate me: namely, that I was to serve as his human
toilet for the rest of my life!
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The first thing that came to
my mind was not even what a predicament I had gotten myself into but
the fact that Adam was even thinking of things like them, much less
saying them and enforcing them!! But there was never a trace of
doubt in my mind that he was completely serious. To prove it, he
told me the first thing we were going to do was act out some more
scenes of me appearing to rape him or force him into non-consensual
sex, all of which we would videotape as well as audiotape. At that
instant any thought that I might get out of this situation
disappeared, because a blackmailer not only had the goods on you but
can force you to create more "goods." So we did the scenes, Adam
reviewed the tapes, then told me he'd be back in an hour. He took my
car keys -- I now take the bus into work, by the way -- and left me
to ponder my situation. He came back and had a gleam in his eye.
He'd always been smart, even when he didn't work hard in school, and
I could tell that he was looking forward to coming up with creative
and cruel ways to humiliate me and assert his mastery over me.
He told me he had made himself breakfast this morning and he thought
he had to go to the bathroom. "Come with me," he added, walking
toward the bathroom. The concept of being Adam's human toilet, I
hadn't really even begun to think how it would play out practically,
well, Adam made it pretty clear when he pushed me down on my knees on
the bathroom floor, opened my mouth with his hands, and put his cock
in it, telling me to get ready for toilet duty. Shortly the trickle
of piss began, and turned into a serious flow. I couldn't believe
where I was: on my knees in my bathroom, drinking my son's piss as
his human toilet!!! I did my best to drink down his piss, so
immersed in my humiliation that I wasn't ready for it when he stopped
pissing and turned around, shoving his butt in my face. "Pull my
shorts down," he commanded, and I pulled down those studly red lycra
shorts that I had fantasized about for so long. "Now kiss my ass
through my briefs," he ordered. I kissed his cheeks and the area
around his hole. "Kiss my hole, too," he demanded, and I did,
hesitating for just a second before putting my mouth to his asshole,
smelling his buttsmell, and kissing his hole.
I went back to kissing his ass all over but he instructed me to keep
my mouth firmly planted on his butthole. Then in one quick motion he
pulled his briefs down and my mouth was directly on his asshole,
kissing his rectum. "Get ready for some shit," he said with what
sounded like glee. I put my hands on his hips and positioned him
with his asshole directly over my mouth. "By the way," he asked,
"did you ever think when you woke up this morning that you were going
to be in this position?" I told him no. "No, Master," he corrected,
and I corrected myself without hesitating. "Well, get used to it --
you're going to spend the rest of your life as my sex slave and
toilet!" he said, laughing. With that, his studly asshole dilated
and I saw the first turd start to come out. I let it get most of the
way out -- he has me much better trained by now -- and didn't put my
mouth to it until he said "Eat it!" I actually bit most of it off
like I was stopping a yogurt dispenser with some still coming out.
The taste was horrific -- this was male shit, my son's shit, and I
was eating it, and would be eating it for life! I gagged it down and
somehow made it through the rest of the turds. Then he ordered me to
clean up his asshole and, when I was done, to thank him a hundred
times for allowing me to eat his shit. (He still sometimes tapes the
things I say to him.)
Since that first morning, he's put me through my paces multiple times
every day. In fact, my life is now basically defined in terms of
serving Adam, and my workday (Adam orders me not to work late) and
any times Adam is not around are just breaks from serving him. Adam
takes great delight in coming up with ways to humiliate me. I now
have to go to sleep with my face buried in his crotch or, more
commonly, his ass. He often wakes me up to order me to suck his cock
or to piss or shit in my mouth. He controls every aspect of my life
now, from what to wear to whether I may go to the bathroom at work to
when I may eat. Yesterday he told me I couldn't eat anything until
dinner. Then he came home from school at about 7 -- the car, like
everything else, is his now -- with a small pizza and a salad. I
thought it was for me and that I was so hungry I would eat it up in
five minutes. Instead I had to sit there and watch him down the
meal, then without saying a word, he got up and went to the bathroom
and snapped his fingers. I crawled over and put my face to his ass
and ate his shit, the only thing I ate yesterday. Another time after
I had done the dishes he took one of the dinner plates and shit on
it, then gave me the plate with the huge long turd and took one of
the nice forks and fed me bites of his dung!
I truly am his sex slave and his toilet now, just like he told me I
would be on that first day. I know that what I did was wrong, but I
had no idea it would lead to this. I spend most of my life now with
my son's asshole in my face, and some of it with his cock in my face
or up my ass. Nobody at work or anywhere would believe our set-up,
but I'm powerless to do anything about it. No matter how flattering
it is when Adam and I go to a bar and a woman flirts with me, I am
never allowed to let it go anywhere but I certainly can't tell her
the reason: because that night when I get home my son is going to
beat me with a belt, fuck my man butt, and relieve himself by making
me eat his shit!
kcxx5XHADM
There are already security checkpoints on every route into the city (chicane, bollards, high mounted light and camera). Adding toll infrastructurewould be an incremental cost.
Andrew
Butchered - born to bleed
No known cure for my disease
I'll start to slice and kill and maim
I'll pick up a hammer smash in your face
Torn up, I'll continue to kill you
I'll grab a knife and stick it in you
Your body mangled drenched in blood - blood
Pulverized, I'm on another attack
Don't turn your back, I bought my pick-axe
Look into my eyes, these eyes are dead
As I kill I still cum blood
Torn up, I'll continue to kill you
I'll grab a knife and stick it in you
Your body mangled drenched in blood - dead
Torture, unbearable - hallucinate to victimize
More killing under way, your flesh will bear my pain
Dislocated - reconnected, stitched together
Obscene pleasure, profane vision - hacked to pieces
Severed, worm-infested, dismembered in your coffin
I'll dig you up just to kill you again
I will violate you
Rot - rot - rot
Blister - the flesh will fester, boils explode pus
Suture dead parts together, decapitated headless neck
Gouging eyes of the partially decayed
Skull cracked open to expose your brain
Blood flows - hacked to pieces
Severed, worm-infested, dismembered in your coffin
I'll dig you up just to kill you again
I will violate you
Rot - rot - rot - rot - the body will rot
Cut the throat - you'll make the heart stop
Rot - the body will rot
Arteries harden - blood now clots
Severed, worm-infested, dismembered in your coffin
I'll dig you up just to kill you again
I will violate you
Rot - rot, your body will rot
Rot - rot, your body will rot
Rot - rot, your body will rot!
XDFGF
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Oh, sorry, misread. I thought the headline said "Cameras in UK for Troll Enforcement".
Bummer
Alex
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder
the patriot act erodes away at this but it doesn't do away with it... there still has to be "probable cause"... as for exactly what that is has always been debated...
unzip; strip; touch; finger; mount; fsck; more; yes; unmount; sleep
Please mummy. I wanna troll so badly!
... t t l e . i d .au) on Monday July 15, @03:27AM (#3884502)
ed to use it and had in the meantime, set up a small port-a-potty in
the closet near their room. Even after my dad rebuilt the old one , she
still refused to use it saying she was civilized and would leave the
outhouse for us men.
I guess looking back my dad was a pig. He was handsome enough, but his
manners sucked. He would belch and fart out loud and then laugh about it as
well as pick his nose in public. All these things my mom hated, but I
thought it was rather funny at the time. He was also loud and aggressive, a
trait I would later develop. Anyway, by the time I was 14 we were at each
others throats. I developed early though, so the beating I received as a
kid stopped because he knew I could kick his ass. At 14 I was 5'10 and
weighed about 150 pounds but it was all muscle even though I didn't have a
hair on my body yet. My dad still teased me though telling me he was going
to put me over his knee or that I wasn't to old to knock upside the head.
The only time we got along was when we drank together and we did a lot of
that.
It was about this time that I started to explore my sexuality. Since there
weren't any guys around to tell me about sex, I had to learn everything on
my own. I think it was during this time that I started jacking off everyday
and was fascinated with my cock and balls and ass. I would set up the
mirror in my room at night, light candles, and watch myself masturbate using
mayonnaise. I loved laying back, spreading my legs and watching myself get
off. it was this same time I began noticing my own dad. I began wondering
what my dad looked like naked. I wondered what he did when he jerked off.
I knew he did it quite a bit because my mom had mentioned it once in passing
and in knew they didn't get it on much. Anyway, my dad was a `real' man.
He was 5'11 and had short dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was lean and
fit as well from working at the plant, even though he had a slight beer gut.
I'd always found him obnoxious and loud, but it was around this time my
disgust turned to curiosity and the reason was simple. I'd never seen him
naked. I know that sounds odd, but he never took his clothes off front of
me and in fact he was relatively shy. This only increased my curiosity and
I was getting no where peeking through the keyhole of my parents bedroom.
Anyway, the idea to spy on him came one day while I was in the outhouse. I
noticed that there were 2 toilet seats and below it was the catch basin that
had recently been cleaned since he rebuilt it . There was also enough room
for someone of reasonable height to stand or sit below the bench and viola!
I would have a perfect view of him taking a leak. Upon close inspection, I
realized there was a small door on the outer side of the outhouse that he
used to clean the bottom with a shovel. It would be gross for sure, but it
was a perfect way to see what I had wanted to see for so long - my dads'
cock!
I remember thinking about doing it and masturbating the night
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[ Reply to This | Parent ] [klerck] Letters to Wendy's (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:23AM (#3884494) November 27, 1996
The Virgin Mother appeared to me today. She was holding two baked potatoes with sour cream and chives. "They're delicious," she said, and she smiled, emanating a great white light. I took one from her. It was warm and inviting. I cut into it with my plastic fork and plastic knife and I took a bite. It was, as usual, very dry. She hould out the other potato to me. "You try it," I said, "it's dry as fuck."
DTABN
[ Reply to This | Parent ] Rigging the statistics (Score:1)
by fleabag on Monday July 15, @03:25AM (#3884497)
(User #445654 Info) Using the classic government approach, "they" are also going to rig the implementation of this. The major routes in London really depend on traffic light phasing - and this has been seriously screwed up in the last few months. As a consequence traffic jams have appeared where none were before. Then "they" will switch on the congestion charge, fix the phasing, and claim that congestion charging is the saviour of London.
Oh well, if it gets the poor in their crappy Mazdas off the road...er...I thought the Mayor was a socialist...
(if anyone doesn't believe this, go check out the City Road/Old Street roundabout. There is a jam there, going towards Angel that is solely caused by the lights. The junction has been physically the same for all of the 30 years I have known it - and suddenly the traffic is screwed. Wonder why...oh yes, this is the boundary of the congestion charge zone) [ Reply to This | Parent ] [klerck] Letters to Wendy's 2 (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:26AM (#3884500) December 15, 1996
I always feel like someone at Wendy's is going to help me change. It's so hard to really change--most of the time I don't even think of it as a possibility. At Wendy's, though, especially when I've ordered and I know that good people are working hard to bring me what I deserve, I know I can change. I can become something truly special, like an escaped death-row inmate or a twelve-year-old prostitute.
DTABN
[ Reply to This | Parent ] How is this an invasion of privacy? (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:26AM (#3884501) Your privacy does not extend to the effects of light rays bouncing off you and your vehicle in a public place. If you're that paranoid about being seen you probably shouldn't be operating a motor vehicle either. [ Reply to This | Parent ] This is already done on toll roads (Score:1)
by ras (russell-slashdot@
(User #84108 Info | http://slashdot.org/)
This is not new. In Melbourne, Australia, a system operating on similar principles for a few years - http://www.perceptics.com/files/LPR.pdf [perceptics.com].
Speed cameras here also operate in the same way, and have done so for years. No human will even see your traffic fine after it leaves the police van. The images get transferred back to the central computer, which then scan & enhance it, print the infringement notice and stuff it into a envelope. I assume a human carries it down to the post office. But it can't be to far off before the dammed things are delivered by email.
Scott McNeally's off the cuff comment Privacy is dead, deal with it! is spot on. Slashdotters may have as much trouble accepting that as the RIAA has accepting the way technology has gutted copyright, but the genie is out of the bottle. You can't put it back. No one is going to tear down the cameras that take 300 pictures of your average Londoner a day [cbsnews.com]. No one is going to stop the hire car companies tracking you via satellite [mediaeater.com]. Nobody is going to stop the police tracking your movements by asking Blockbuster when and where you last hired out movies.
David Brin was right [privacyfoundation.org]. Trying to stop the collection is a lost cause. Instead fight to make your right to know who is collecting such information, what they have collected, and most importantly who has accessed it. If we can't keep their fingers out of our packets, at least we can keep the bastards honest!
[ Reply to This | Parent ] Already done in Ontario (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:31AM (#3884509) This has already been done for the last 4 years here in Ontario, Canada. The only Toll highway we have uses camera's to snap your rear license plate and you get a bill in the mail 407 ETR website [407etr.com] [407etr.com] [ Reply to This | Parent ] [on by] More random crap at 0! Enjoy! (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:34AM (#3884515) You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
I'm an architect in a suburb of New York City, have been for about
ten years now. I'm 39 years old, 6'2", 185 lbs., good-looking not
just for my age but for any age. I have nice olive-toned skin that
always looks like I just came back from a vacation somewhere with a
lot of sun. When I go to a bar I'm usually one of the few men who
actually get sought out by the women. It's not unusual for a woman
to come up to me and start a conversation and make it very clear by
her eyes, her words, her hands that she wants one thing and one thing
only: the cock in my jeans.
I married a wonderful woman named Melissa shortly after we met in
college. We had one son, Adam, who's now in his freshman year at
community college, where he's trying to work his way up to the top
spot on the school tennis team. Unfortunately, my wife passed away
If you think this is bad, wait for the new tube tickets. At present to access the underground (Subway, Metro, call it what you will), you put a cardboard ticket in a slot. The magnetic stripe is read and the ticket is spat out. You remove your ticket, the gate opens and off you go.
With the new system you merely wave a card near a reader on the machine. London Underground are currently claiming that you shouldn't even need to take the ticket out of your bag. Ok, I've worked in buildings with card controlled access like this in the past, and I'm not sure this will actually work, but that is another rant.
Once these are accepted, all Joe Privacy invader needs to do is hook up these readers at entrances to stores, restuarants, etc.
The cameras have nothing on this!
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Am I a troll? (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:41AM (#3884532)
Please mummy. I wanna troll so badly!
ed to use it and had in the meantime, set up a small port-a-potty in
the closet near their room. Even after my dad rebuilt the old one , she
still refused to use it saying she was civilized and would leave the
outhouse for us men.
I guess looking back my dad was a pig. He was handsome enough, but his
manners sucked. He would belch and fart out loud and then laugh about it as
well as pick his nose in public. All these things my mom hated, but I
thought it was rather funny at the time. He was also loud and aggressive, a
trait I would later develop. Anyway, by the time I was 14 we were at each
others throats. I developed early though, so the beating I received as a
kid stopped because he knew I could kick his ass. At 14 I was 5'10 and
weighed about 150 pounds but it was all muscle even though I didn't have a
hair on my body yet. My dad still teased me though telling me he was going
to put me over his knee or that I wasn't to old to knock upside the head.
The only time we got along was when we drank together and we did a lot of
that.
It was about this time that I started to explore my sexuality. Since there
weren't any guys around to tell me about sex, I had to learn everything on
my own. I think it was during this time that I started jacking off everyday
and was fascinated with my cock and balls and ass. I would set up the
mirror in my room at night, light candles, and watch myself masturbate using
mayonnaise. I loved laying back, spreading my legs and watching myself get
off. it was this same time I began noticing my own dad. I began wondering
what my dad looked like naked. I wondered what he did when he jerked off.
I knew he did it quite a bit because my mom had mentioned it once in passing
and in knew they didn't get it on much. Anyway, my dad was a `real' man.
He was 5'11 and had short dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was lean and
fit as well from working at the plant, even though he had a slight beer gut.
I'd always found him obnoxious and loud, but it was around this time my
disgust turned to curiosity and the reason was simple. I'd never seen him
naked. I know that sounds odd, but he never took his clothes off front of
me and in fact he was relatively shy. This only increased my curiosity and
I was getting no where peeking through the keyhole of my parents bedroom.
Anyway, the idea to spy on him came one day while I was in the outhouse. I
noticed that there were 2 toilet seats and below it was the catch basin that
had recently been cleaned since he rebuilt it . There was also enough room
for someone of reasonable height to stand or sit below the bench and viola!
I would have a perfect view of him taking a leak. Upon close inspection, I
realized there was a small door on the outer side of the outhouse that he
used to clean the bottom with a shovel. It would be gross for sure, but it
was a perfect way to see what I had wanted to see for so long - my dads'
cock!
I remember thinking about doing it and masturbating the night
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[ Reply to This | Parent ] [klerck] Letters to Wendy's (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:23AM (#3884494) November 27, 1996
The Virgin Mother appeared to me today. She was holding two baked potatoes with sour cream and chives. "They're delicious," she said, and she smiled, emanating a great white light. I took one from her. It was warm and inviting. I cut into it with my plastic fork and plastic knife and I took a bite. It was, as usual, very dry. She hould out the other potato to me. "You try it," I said, "it's dry as fuck."
DTABN
[ Reply to This | Parent ] Rigging the statistics (Score:1)
by fleabag on Monday July 15, @03:25AM (#3884497)
(User #445654 Info) Using the classic government approach, "they" are also going to rig the implementation of this. The major routes in London really depend on traffic light phasing - and this has b
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This has been said many times before.
here
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here too
Please try and keep posts on topic next time!
fuck it, what you need is this.
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You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
I stumbled downstairs early Sunday morning tripping over stuffed
animals on the stairs and toy trucks my son left on the floor the night
before.
"Dammit!" I said kicking the objects away. I reached down to jerk my
morning hard on. I was horny and tired and needed to take a piss. But
FIRST, the most important of all rituals - c o f f e e. I walked in the
kitchen and looked out the window above the sink. Already the sun was
coming up over the trees. I squinted my eyes and plugged in the coffee
maker. No café late bull shit for me. Just plain coffee - black -
thank you very much. I could feel the cool air on my ass and balls.
I'd be 38 in March and still had my runners build from college. Tall
and lanky. I'd always wanted to put on more weight like the wrestlers
or even the football players in college, but the fact that I'd started
smoking in high school fixed that, along with my extremely high
metabolism. I could never sit still. "Nervous Ned" my wife called
me. Brokering can do that to a guy. Even one as in good a shape as I
was. Guys my age were either retiring or dying. Neither of which were
options since I had a 17 year old daughter, an 11 year old son and just
recently and quite unexpectedly, a newborn son.
I was also a bonafide pedo, something I left out of my resume, and had
been since a teenager. My happiest day was when I brought home a new
pc from work and plugged into the internet. Before long I had one of
the largest collections of kid porn imaginable. I loved it all. The
old stuff, the new stuff, boys and girls of all ages. Nothing turned
me on more than to see a kid sucking on a hard adult cock or getting
fucked and sucked or eaten out or rimmed out and I spent hours talking
to other nasty fuckers like myself and I found that nothing was too
extreme. At one point, I was getting pics from a dad who, like myself,
had 3 kids. I got pics of him pissing in their open mouths, shitting
on their faces and then being forced to fuck one another. The kids
were all around 8-11. He also had snuff fantasies about them and we
discussed those in detail! The part I liked most was that I didn't
'look' like a pedo. Just another All-American dad with 3 kids and a
beautiful wife.
In 1983 we moved into a nice suburb of Atlanta. We'd just had my first
daughter, Nicole. It wasn't long before I started fingering her little
baby cunt and sticking my tongue as far up her little pussy as
possible. I loved it and would get hard as a rock, often getting so
excited I'd have to jack off on her face. A few times I managed to
insert the head of my fat cock in her pussy and explode up that tight
dark hole, my whole body jerking and spasming when I did. After which,
I would slurp my cum out of her pussy as soon as I came. I loved
fingering her when no one was watching or when changing her diapers and
she soon got use to the assault of my hard 8 inch cock. Just thinking
about the good old days gives me a raging hard-on.
I've even met a couple guys from work, closet pedo's like myself, who
love to exchange pics of kids getting fucked and sucked. My friend
Bryan, who is married and straight, loves the pics of little girls. My
other friend Paul loves both boys and girls and doesn't mind the
occasional blow-job from a perverted bi-dad like myself. He has a son,
8, and we discuss the things he wants to do to his son. Often times we
do this after hours in his office where he'll unzip and jack his cock
to kid porn while I play with his balls or occasionally suck him off.
As far as sexuality goes, I don't consider myself anything. I love
both pussy and cock but get especially turned on by looking at and
touching (sucking) another hard pedo cock. Nothing turns me on more
than getting it on with another nasty fucker like myself.
I can finally hear the coffee maker really start to spit and sputter.
I put my coffee mug directly under the spout when I hear my 11 year old
son come bounding down the stairs.
"Hey daddy." he says coming into the kitchen. His little 11 year old
hard on poking out from between his smooth hairless legs.
"Hey Tim. How's daddy's little boy today?"
"Great!" he says enthusiastically eyeing my naked ass.
"Nice little boner you have there this morning. Want daddy to suck on
it for awhile."
My son smiles sheepishly at me as I lift him up onto the counter. I
bend over and gently grab his cock between my long fingers.
"Mmmmmm" he moans as I squeeze his little mushroom shaped cock. It's
already 3 inches hard and sticks straight up from his groin as does
mine.
I bend down and slowly run my tongue over his hard little kid dick. I
push him back a bit and he lifts up his legs to give better access to
his own dad as I swallow his cock and balls at the same time, savoring
they way his organ jumps and pulses at the touch of my hot adult
tongue. I then move down to his tight asshole and lick him clean. I
can still taste the residue of shit and boy funk.
Before long he's bucking his hips and pumping his little cock into my
sucking mouth.
"Ahhhhhh Daddy!" he moans with his eyes closed. I reach up to jam my
middle finger right up his asshole.
"OOWEEEE!" he screams out, but I muffle his cries by placing my mouth
directly on his and inserting my long tongue. He can taste himself in
my mouth.
By now my hard cock is dripping and I've forgotten about my coffee mug
which is overflowing all over the counter.
"Is mom coming back to day?" my son asks me as I clean up the mess.
"Tomorrow son," I say wiping off the counter, but reach over ever so
often to squeeze his hard cock.
God I love my life.
Finally I have my first swallow of coffee noticing my son's eyes on my
erect dick.
"You hungry?" I ask my son and smile lewdly.
My son only smiles back never taking his eyes off my cock. I reach
down and gently squeeze the head of my dick. Precum pours out of the
slit.
My son just looks up at me with an intense wide open stare. The look
of lust on a kid, I think to myself. The boy loves his daddy's cock.
"Why don't you hop down off the counter and drink your morning milk." I
say wrapping my hand around my cock and pumping it a couple times.
My son hops off the counter and before I know it his little mouth is
sucking on the head of my fat cock.
"Ahhhh fuck!" That's it son. Wrap those little lips around Daddy's
cock. Suck on the head just like that, use your whole tongue.....
MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm, YEAH-right there! Just beneath the head."
At 11, my son is an excellent cock sucker, better in fact, than any
women I'd ever been with. He reaches up and grabs the base of my cock
to jack me since he can only swallow a small portion of it.
He even runs his hand along my hairy leg feeling the course texture.
He then reaches up to play with my heavy balls for a second, his eyes
closed the whole time, enjoying the sweet salty taste of my precum
running down his kid throat.
"Goddamn that feels good Tim. Keep sucking like that and you're gonna
get a mouthful."
I pull my sons sucking mouth off my cock and smile down at him. His
whole mouth is obscenely wet and his eyes are unfocused and far away.
Precum runs down his chin and suddenly it's too much for me.
"Milk does a body good." I said quickly grabbing the base of my cock
and pulling my sons hair in the back to lift up his face.
"AHHHH FUCK YEAH!" I scream out as I start to shoot. Cum erupts from
my cock shooting directly into my kids wide surprised eyes. It's the
most beautiful sight to behold. I then pump my hips forward, shoving
my cock head between my sons lips and deposit the rest of my load down
his fucking throat.
"OHH GOD YES!" I moan, my eyes closed and teeth clenched as I once
again feel my sons little mouth milking the head of my cock. I can
actually feel my balls empty into the back of his throat and feel his
throat muscles contracting as he swallows my adult sperm.
After I'm done, I pull out. My fat cock now half hard and swinging
obscenely between my hairs legs. A string of precum runs from the
tip. My son reaches up and gently catches it between his small fingers.
"I love you dad." He says looking up at me.
"I love you too kid!" I say still catching my breath. "You are by far
Daddy's best cocksucker EVER."
This makes him extremely happy and he moves up between my legs to clean
up my cock and balls with his mouth licking up any semen he might have
missed.
--
Just then I hear my daughter come down the stairs. She's naked as well
and hung over from the night before. She gives up a short look of
contempt and then dismisses us. It's much too early for her. She's
not a morning person.
She goes over the sink and grabs a coffee mug from the stainless steel
holder.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" I ask her moving up behind her and
pressing my moist cock between her legs.
"Nothing." She says flatly. "Just woke up."
I reach down between her legs and run my fingers along her furry slit.
She presses her ass against my cock and closes her eyes.
"Not now Dad. I have to get ready for the fashion show." She says
pushing my hand away.
"Well Nicole, seems as if you already missed quite a show." I said
smiling down at my son who is watching us closely. His dick is still
hard. He giggles quietly waiting for his turn.
I reach up to fondle my daughter's firm tits, running my middle finger
slowly over the nipple until it's hard and until I hear her breathing
harder. I then look down at my son and nod. He quickly moves between
his sister's legs and with one lunge buries his tongue up her cunt.
"OOOHHHH Daddy!" she moans feeling her little 11 year old brother's
tongue wiggle in her pussy and my large hands covering her breasts.
Her long brown hair falls down over her smooth white shoulders.
"He's just so goooooood." She moans, her brother's little motor mouth
working wonders. The Little Oral King - I call him.
Instantly I feel another erection and position the head of my cock
against my daughter's tight ass.
"Got something for you bitch." I whisper in her ear. "Your little
prepubescent boyfriends don't have anything on me. How'd you like a
real cock for breakfast.???"
My daughter doesn't answer, just shoves her ass against my hard cock.
"Ahhhh yesss. That's it sweetie. How'd you like a real fuck with a
real -adult- cock.?"
My daughter just moans, my sons mouth still plastered between her legs,
his cheeks moving in and out as he eats her out.
"Okay Nicole. Close your eyes and count to three." I tell her running
the head of my cock along her tight puckered hole.
She slowly mouths the number - o n e....
Suddenly I rare back and then ram my cock up her ass as hard as I can.
"OOOOHHH NOOOOOOOOO!" she screams out as I anally assault her shoving
my entire cock up her ass in one brutal blow.
My son stops what he's doing, his whole face a wet mask of cunt juice.
"Do it dad. Fuck her good. Fuck that nasty bitch."
Suddenly I'm pumping and squeezing my daughter's tits between my
fingers until they turn white.
"Oh owe oh owe oh owe!" my daughter pants.
Suddenly I feel my son's mouth sucking on my nuts.
"AHHH FUCK!" I cry out knowing that the combination makes me crazy. I
reach down and jam 2 fingers in my daughters cunt, enveloped in a black
wet darkness, my son now licking up the precum at the base of my cock
and his sister's juice as it runs down between her legs. His face
lodged between our fucking bodies.
"OHHHHHHH NICOLE!! I'm gonna cum! Take Daddy's cum NOW!!!" I scream
shoving my hips forward as hard as possible lifting my daughter off her
feet and jamming my cock as far up her ass as possible.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH GOD!" I scream out as I hear something rip
inside her. It sounds muffled like my cock ripped through her
intestinal wall and I can feel a warm liquid flowing down between my
legs as I blow my load up into her torn-up asshole.
"AHAHAHAHAHAH" I scream my hairy legs bucking and my cock still
shooting inside her.
Suddenly I look down to see dark red blood mixed with brown shit
running down between my legs. Before I can say 'Go', my son moves in
and starts licking up the nasty mess.
"Oh fuck!" I said suddenly realizing I was holding my daughter up from
beneath her breasts. She had actually passed out...
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Instead of spending money on this system why not giving free access to the public transport system to everyone who shows a valid ticket from a park&ride facility outside the city...
I'm sure People would like the idea of a free ride thru the city instead of spending money for fuel and wasting time in traffic jams...
DTABN
I live in Oslo. What I heard was that it required several years just to cover the financial expenditure of the toll booths. These things are never done cheaply, mainly because of incompetent politicians.
Ask anybody driving in Oslo, or Norway, they all think the booths are a bad idea. You're absolutely right it does nothing to regulate traffic (if they wanted that, they should make it 10 or 100 times as expensive). In fact, the toll booths create longer queues. Every approach at a tollboth will have a more dense traffic-jam. Now, if the politicians REALLY cared about the environment AND had a clue, they would get rid of the booths. It shouldn't take a genius to understand that traffic-jams are actually worse for both the environment and us.
The system is unjust for those that live just outside the ring too. Besides, owning a car is already so expensive in Norway, that adding even more charges is just laughable. For those who wants to drive through/around Oslo, there should be a choice right? Wrong, you usually HAVE to go through the booths.. So this is clearly a scheme just to collect money from people. It has little to do with the environment.
No, don't model Oslo, or Norway for that matter. The car-politics in this country is completely void of "common" sense. Heck, London probably has much better traffic than Oslo compared to the size of the city, with all its round-abouts and being booth-free.
"Above all we need to have a proper public transport infrastructure before a congestion charging scheme can be introduced"
I thought London had a developed underground railway and train network? Pardon my ignorance, I've never been there - can anyone comment on what this comment meant?
--jquirke
They couldjust random pick someone and verify is condition, wait someone tdid that 50 years ago.............
------I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow isn't looking good either.------
that matters.
Whenever, authorities take such steps laws should be passed that specifically bar any other use or prevent abuse.
For example, if you install cameras to track terrorists pass a law that states that they will not be used for anything else.
'course that isn't about to happen but
you wonder if one is driving around in a van with a married couple having sex in the back, will the owner be cited for indecent exposure?
There will be discounts for residents and exemptions for certain professions.
If I was London right now, I'd join a union.
Webminster Council will argue that Major CmdrTaco's decision to introduce the conversation chargers from last February is in breach of netizens' copy lefts.
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Whats the point of the fourth amendment? There's so many people that dont want or need the fourth amendment .. so why dont they just come out and say that we should get rid of it?!
... it all comes down to whether a society or civilization wishes to deny those rights to certain people.
All individual human being's rights come from their CREATOR (and America's founding fathers agree, read the second paragraph of the declaration of independence), not from government, and it's not dependent on societal needs.
And no matter what the PATRIOT Act, constitutional amendments, or police do, they cannot undo the fact that all people have the God given right to privacy
Not a bad idea per-se, but I was wondering how you are going to get billed for this.
For example, I have to drive to London today, I recon it's going to take about 4 hours, that's 2 hours to reach the outskirts and another 2 to get to where I'm going.
Now I'd quite like to use public transport, however I shall be carrying a rackmount server, which I can just about carry, and a pile of hard drives, not something I want to try to lug on and off the tube!
This system isn't going to make a damn bit of difference for those people rich enough to drive in London anyway, I just wondered about the logistics of trying to bill me for my £5...
Not that I object to it that much... anything to make the roads less congested.
-- You ain't seen me, right?
If you own a car, you have no privacy.
The government already has all your personal details on record. Your address, date and city of birth, type of car (or cars) you own, approximate mileage you do in a year (although that bit's optional, but it's a good idea because it stops people tampering with the speedometer), and much more besides. It's all legally required for owning a car. Even if you own one, but don't keep it registered, you must register it as out of use and keep it off the road.
Just to recap, if you own a car, the government already knows about it. They're not really that interested in you though.
Yes, there's too much traffic in London.
Pricing the less well off motorists out of the city is just a quick hack solution to a more serious problem. The bulk of the traffic problem is in the morning, and evening, as people go to/from work. During working hours, while it's busy, it's not that often actually gridlocked, and most of the traffic seems to be buses and taxis, and delivery vans.
During the rush hours, guess what? The trains, buses, taxis, and the underground system are all full PAST CAPACITY.
There's a bigger problem here, and basically extorting a few more quid from car drivers for the public purse is not going to solve anything.
Unfortunately it seems typical of our current dictat^H^H^H^H^H^H^H government.
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ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!
It becomes an invasion of privacy when the records of your whereabouts are kept. If this information was just used for billing and then destroyed it would be ok, but will it be destroyed?
Of course not! It is too easy to keep it, and too useful for 'other purposes'.
It is those 'other purposes' that constitute an invasion of privacy. As soon as you cannot move along a street without being challenged to explain your reasons for doing so (as is potentially the case here), your privacy has been invaded.
Freedom to go where you please throughout public territory, without explaining yourself to anyone, is a great good.
except most of the possible solutions are privacy-invasive in one way or another.
So, what DO we have number plates for exactly? I thought it was to identify cars. How is taking a picture of you driving around in a public place an invasion of privacy? Oh, i know, im not allowed to know waht ure doing!! Well guess what, these people dont care WHAT you are doing, no matter how many conspiracy theories you put together. All they are interested in is finding nonpayers, same as the police are interested in finding speeding moterists with speed cameras.
Here in the UK, among motorists there is a growing feeling of being "picked on" by the police or government. We have traffic problems all over the place, and one of the governments manifestoes was to get people off the roads in private transportation, and onto public transportation. They are not doing this by improving public transportation, but by making it easier to penalise the motorist. Guess why? Cause theres so many motorists, a lot of them are bound to either speed, travel in bus lanes, or go places without paying tolls. And what can u get off these people? yep, fines. And that means more money to the government.
Schemes like this are not designed to reduce the number of cars as a primary concern, they are there as a money making revenue for the UK government. Oh, and considering their recent RIP bill and stuff, i wouldnt worry about privacy, its already taken care of..
I live in London and I think this is possibly going to be a good thing. I travel about four and a half miles to work each day. In the car, it used to take me three quarters of an hour if I left at 7:30am. For a person used to the traffic on the anywhere else it is just unbelieveable. I am serious when I say that I live in the bit of North London that Londoners percieve to have "free flowing traffic"! I am not joking on this. 11 miles an hour is the best you can get in London. In the zone that the mayor is proposing to cordon off the peak average speed is three miles per hour. Just read that again if you don't live in the UK. London is choking to death on cars.
I now ride my bicycle and in the 6 months I've been doing it I get to work much faster (28 minutes including riding up Muswell Hill!) but I have been smashed off twice by w**kers too frustrated to notice the bicycle in front of them. Anything that reduces the numbers of cars so buses can function and the remainder can flow is a good thing.
It's a vicious circle, and something has to be done to break the cycle (pun intended!). I'm interested in the subject and I've not heard of any alternatives that make sense in terms of London's particular mess.
The only thing I am disappointed about is the size of the zone isn't as large as it could be. Still, for a first-time-anywhere experiment it's damn ambitious.
Pimping my Karma Whore since 1847.
In the UK, we have laws, protected by UK law and European law that is basically the same as the US 5th amendment, saying theres no way i can be forced to incriminate myself.
The bill is sent to the owner of the car, but only the driver of the car is liable, not the car itself. These fines have to ask you to disclose who was driving at the time, same as speeding offences. Just say you do not know who was driving at the time, that a number of people could have been driving. This has been used a number of times, and has been upheld in a court of law on several occasions (due to the UKs abysmal online record keeping, i cant find a link).
There ya go. Dont deny the car was there, cause its not the cars fault, jsut claim you cant tell who the driver was.
Gosh, I wish private firearms were legal over here. Then we could resist the state's endless desire to control our lives, like you lucky people in the USA.
On a more serious note... *shrug* who cares? Cars are a menace, anything that discourages their use is a good thing in my book. (Hope that doesn't sound like a troll; it really is what I think.) Civil liberties angle? Pffft, this is the country where you can be jailed for five years for losing your PGP provate key, and the same again for telling third parties that the Govt. has seized your keys (and thus encrypted communication is compromised.) There are five CCTV cameras between me and my local pub. But I haven't been mugged (or in deed a victim of any crime) in 7 years in Brixton, supposedly the crime centre of the London inner city according to the Daily Fascis^h^h Mail.
"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free." -- Goethe
Road pricing is an excellent idea. It enables goods and services delivered in areas where demand is high to be priced appropriately. Yes the rich will always be able to afford to travel on expensive roads, but for many reasons (particularly if one has to park once in the expensive area) these areas are off limits to less well off drivers anyway.
:-)
The advantage of road pricing (use whatever label you like, congestion charging included) is that it will build the coffers of the public transport infrastructure whilst establishing the correct barrier to entry to reduce the volume of traffic.
I have lived in central London (inside the proposed charging region) for many years and I know of only one person in my circle of friends who drives in central london and that's only because he thinks it important. I know of noone in my circle of professional acquaintances that drives into central london (and many of these are working in middle to upper management in the financial industry). It is just not sane to drive into central london. People who think they need to should be made to pay extortionately (with the obvious exception of PT and anyone who must for reasons they cannot control, disability for example). Because they don't really.
Two things in addition. The tube network is, in comparison to some of the cities I know, actually very good (when it works). The problem is the incredible volume of passengers compared to the infrastructure. Any subway system should be compared with moscow when looking at the path for improvement and London's problem is two fold. The way to increase passenger throughput is to increase the number of trains on any given line, but that requires massive changes to signalling infrastructure to ensure safety. Second, you have to get them on and off the trains and out to ground level in good time. And many of the busiest london stations are a nightmare in this regard. The solution requires funding and the funding source must be road pricing
Secondly and this is my little bug bear. Is that it should be fscking illegal to drive a delivery truck into central london during business hours. All that stuff should be done at night. That would solve half the problems right away.
Don't even start me on digging up roads to lay cables.
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Actually those were thrown out almost instantly by the home office.
See Trafficmaster's web page.
By driving a car on the public highway in the UK, you are agreeing to a series of conditions, such as displaying a registration that can be traced back to you, having insurance, paying road tax, etc. You could not run a road system as big as the UKs without this. That registration number is there for a reason - so your car can be traced back to the owner.
Would it be OK if someone stood by the road noting down all the registrations of the cars that passed? It seems that this is a story because cameras are involved. There are cameras all over the UK's roads allready - some to discourage traffic offenses, others to track traffic flow (the TrafficMaster System), and undoubtably others which keep track of you going in to 'sensitive' areas. If you dont like this - dont drive a car in the UK.
The real story here is that driver who want to avoid the congestion charge will simply go around the city, moving the congestion and polution to other, currently quiet roads, and that there has been no investment in public transport to give a viable alternative to driving.
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But it would be better if we could ditch the punitive mindset and try an incentive based one. If there is one overwhelming motivating force to coerce the people into public transport, it's money. London has too much traffic and an underused public transport system so why not subsidize busses and trains? or bicycles?
I'm guessing they have thought of this, but the real reason behind this plan is probably to raise revenue through indirect taxation. My state government (Queensland, Australia) does exactly the same thing with speeding/red-light cameras.
Why don't they just make lots of transit lanes and let the cars battle it out. The public transport users get what they want and the car users who are stupid enough to continue get what they are asking for.
Note that trafficmaster doesn't grab the whole numberplate -- they don't want to know _who_ you were just that there was indeed a car there.
When they built these boxes they made sure that whole numberplates were never ever recorded for privacy reasons.
This sounds nice but would result in your car being illegal and therefore subject to a fine much greater than the £5 you are trying to avoid.
A simpler answer in a city which has the oldest underground system would be... to use public transport. As someone who uses it every day it amazes me that people don't go totally postal waiting in queues all the time in their cars.
Example: Saturday night going from St. James' to Charing Cross, we got out of the cab at the end of the Mall (which is not pronounced Maul) and walked the rest as it would have taken three times as long in the cab.
London is not a city designed for cars, and personally I'm all in favour of scaming the stupid who insist on driving.
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In lots of other cities in the UK, issue with London is that there are people so stupid that they will still insist on driving their cars in rather than mixing with the "masses" on public transport.
Personally I look on this as a tax on the rich who refuse to ride on public transport. Now if they only had decent cycle lanes for bikes and bladers I'd miss out on the tube section of my journey.
As a reference for our US cousins, it takes in rush hour around 20 mins to go from the 'burbs into the centre if you take the tube, it takes around an hour if you drive.
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The number plate is "owned" by the DVLA, while you can buy it and have "ownership" at the end of the day the DVLA can revoke it so it ceases to become valid, and travelling with an invalid number is illegal.
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Speaking as one who occasionally has to drive into London, £5 wouldn't make me think twice. The alternative so called public transport system would cost me more than twice what it costs me to drive - even with the £5 addition (thats if I go on my own - if I have a colleague with me, the gap is even wider in favour of the motorist). Public Transport is also less reliable (in the past 18 months, we've never missed meetings when using our own vehicles and have twice been late for meetings when relying on public transport) and doesn't get you where you actually need to go. Finally, if, as we often do, you need to cart reasonably bulky gear around (computers, ohps etc), then a)taking it on public transport is virtually impossible and b)carrying it up to 3/4 of a mile from the public transport exit to your actual destination is utterly impractical. All in all, £5 still represents a good deal. And if they really do use the money to improve Public Transport, that can only be a good thing. Having said all that, the Privacy issue is a genuine concern. Not for the reasons I've seen mentioned here. If the plates are scanned, checked for payment and the data discarded, I see no real problem. The question is, is that all they'll do with the data? What ELSE might that data be used for? Someone else has already referred to the UK's anti-terrorism experience. The relevant experience is what they did (and still routinely do, I believe) in Northern Ireland. Here the licence plates are regularly photographed and the data is used to track the movement of all vehicles - whether or not they belong to "suspects". My guess is that this technique is about to come to the Capital. Mere gathering of data is, of course, not a threat to anyone. Unconditional trust, however, in those who will control access to that data, and the uses the unscrupulous control freak might make of such data; these are what should give us cause for legitimate concern.
£165 a year to tax my car. £8 on every £10 of fuel I buy goes to the government. Huge speeding tax fines. Forced expensive insurance. Residential parking tax... And now they want me to pay to drive into London. This makes me very angry. I know it will spread to my town if it is sucessful.
It also makes me angry when I see the government introducing this before upgrading the underground tube and the bus system.
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As far as I understand it, this plan is NOT the work of the UK Government, instead this highly controversial scheme has been put forward by the Mayor of London.
Read about this Congestion Charging scheme here.
In fact, there is a challenge to this scheme being mounted in the High Court today (Monday).
The reason there are so many cameras in London, is because of all the terrorists who have kept trying to blow bits of it up over the years. Terrorists, largely funded by US Citizens, who have in the past come close to destroying parts of London's financial centre.
Personally, I think you have to be an idiot to want to drive into London, and I'm all in favour of this scheme, but I would like to see the charge doubled for people driving SUVs...
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Those checkpoints are only on every route into the City (financial district). The main congestion is in the West End, which has no checkpoints (as yet)
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most people (like me) who live in London are a little bit annoyed at having to pay £1200 extra per year to drive in our own city, but accept it as a necessary evil. i live 1 mile outside the charging zone - it can take 45 minutes to travel 3 miles across town during a bad day.
we already have speed + traffic cameras at many sets of traffic lights, and security roadblocks in the central business district (the City) for the past 8 years have meant that people here are cool/used to the invasion of privacy..
like many cities, the traffic in London is very bad during school months at school times - around 4pm every day, as all the mums + dads pick up their 6 year old in a huge four-wheel drive, London grinds to a halt. there should be strict car-sharing rules around schools, would soon solve the problem. for some reason, we've never quite got our heads round the idea of School Buses either...
Whats the point? everyone has to pay some kind of raod tax to drive a car - you dont have cameras all over the place scanning plates for that - you jut make everyone put a tax disc in the window! most lawabiding citizens wont try to get away without paying if they have to show a permit in their window. Lets look at the costs:
Installing 100's of cameras around london, connecting them to a central computer with the proccessing power to analyse 100's of number plates per second and compare them to a database - allot of f*cking money.
Issuing peices of paper and those little plastic sleave things to put them in - f*cking jack.
All this because the dumb politicians/mayors have no idea whats going on. They no nothing about the tecnology around, they no nothing about its cost, and they no nothing about designing a system to do a job - why not just hire people with a clue.
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And there's cameras all around NYC and other large population centers over in the US, as well.
Only a matter of time before they start tagging our license plates and billing us, too.
Ever see the movie Demolition Man?
It's where the world's headed. Be well, citizen.
It'd be cool if there were, like, this city where there was, like, no privacy and stuff. And you go there and there are cameras everywhere and, like, no one is picking their nose and stuff and everyone is super good-looking and stuff. And then there's this other city that's cool cos it's all dark and stuff and everything is private and you can buy drugs there and gamble and it's like this underworld place, and all sorts of weird shit goes on there.
(I realize this is a stupid posting. Oh well)
How can this comment be called a troll? It is an obvious observation. it seems that there are those in the /. community that want to censor opinions that they do not like.
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It's designed for bikes, but a flip-plate, controlled by the rider, already exists.
Alternatively, there's the Priva-Plate which just uses a big LCD block over the number. Press a button in the car and it greys out your plate. Neat.
Monitoring traffic going in and out of London has been going on for years though - all that's new about this is that they're planning to charge people for it.
In listening to the BBC here in England, I've heard discussion where the government will be putting a lot more money into the road system because more and more (and more, etc) people are driving instead of taking public transportation.
I think they're missing the whole problem, which is that people often feel that they have to drive their own car because they can't rely on the public transportation.
If the public transportation were usable, reliable, reasonably clean and reasonably priced, people would use it instead of sitting in traffic for hours, paying large amounts for parking in the city, paying five pounds a day toll, etc.
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Public Sector Workers use public transport. Usually buses, because PSWs can't afford to live near a tube or train station (overlooking a line, maybe, that's cheaper, but not actually by the station as all the housing goes to middle-class commuters). They can't afford to pay car downpayments, tax, petrol, residential parking fees and parking at work fees.
What you need is a camera flashgun fitted next to your licence plate with a slave firing unit. It senses the flash of their camera and fires back fogging the film...
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So, okay, they take a picture of your number plate. Then what? It means that GLA (London Authority) now has access to the numberplate database currently kept private by the DVLA (only the Police and Military have access to that at the moment). So it is an invasion of privacy- the more people who have access to the information, the more the chance of leaks. This sort of problem is the same with ID cards. It's not the card, but the database required to maintain them which is the problem.
However, London has a major roads crisis. Loads of people commute to work. The underground is overcrowded and badly run, the buses are a terrible service, life expectancy for cyclists is low. Walking is a good option if you don't have to travel far, and don't mind breathing really bad air.
Maybe it is time to look at decentralised office networks. The technology has been around a while...
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How are they going to tell the differance between people who live in london and don't own a car and but have borrowed one to driver OUT OF LONDON for the day/ever!
thank God the internet isn't a human right.
If you build an database with this info and them use it with another database who tells when and where you use a cash machine and another database who tells what you buy and where. And even another db with your criminal records, medical records, edu records, etc., then you can use Data Mininig techniqes to profile people and gather them in groups. Those groups could be surveilleid if some criteria match with a profile considered dangerous
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"The UK authorities have a problem (too much traffic in London)"
No, they don't. The PROBLEM is that the crappy infrastructure in London doesn't allow for the amount of traffic that there is, and has always been. Road infrastructure provision in London is a joke - and the chaos is exacerbated at every turn by incompetent politicians (eg John Prescott) implementing ridiculous schemes like the M4 bus lane. None of the congestion charging crap is necessary, the money would be far better spent ironing the creases and bottlenecks out of the existing system and then upgrading it in a strategic fashion. By the time anything like that happens I'll probably be taking the flying pig express to work.
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To pull a little sense out of that nonsense...
If 20 bicyclists get hit by cars and die in london every year.. I have a question. How many car drivers get hit by other cars and killed in london every year?
they've been doing the same thing in Oklahoma on thier turnpike system for 5 years now. Several cities are also doing this for red light runners.
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Cameras everywhere in the UK haven't done much to prevent crime, so what is the point?
Perhaps Prince Charles just wants to catch a view of your nickers?
I don't suppose Ken Livingstone wants to go this far but wouldn't it be lovely to have towns without cars: Kids playing in the street, no pollution, peace and quite, less asthma, shops you can walk to .....
Why doesn't our so-called market economy cater for people like me ... and lots of people I know
"largely funded by US Citizens"
Yes, really inexcusable.
I apologize for my stupid countrymen.
Still, your obsession with cameras is quite a site to behold. I expect we'll have the same thing in a few years.
Too bad.
In an earlier era, there was "new land" to move to (i.e. the americas, africa, india) when things got like this.
But now, we're all stuck on this rock, governments are squeezing us ever more tightly and some governments (continental europe) are giving up sovereignty so there's no practical hope of representative democracy there.
Just rules by committee who only answer to ministers who are appointed by a prime minister who was appointed by your local MP.
Situation looks ripe for revolution, if you ask me.
I live in central London but do not currently own a car. Taxi journeys can be expensive. Buses take a lot longer than the tube. Congestion in central London causes journeys through the centre to take an inordinate amount of time and as someone has pointed out, there are so many routes that tolls are impractical.
Whilst one would obviously have concerns over who gets to see where one's been travelling, there should be few legitimate concerns. If an area becomes so heavily utilised by traffic that it requires payments to reduce the demand on it then this is surely an efficient way of doing it.
Privay is hardly an issue. I use a yearly tube card registered in my name theoretically giving anyone at LT the ability to see every station I've visted in the past year. But the purpose of LT is to provide this service so qualms over what they see are unfounded. As are those of any nubmer-plate-payment service.
- The invasion of privacy, if there is one at all, depends entirely on how the data from the cameras is handled. The license-plate checking is done via OCR, and the whole system is automated; if only toll-offenders are recorded, and the rest are stored as anonymous statistics (i.e., 100 cars/hour, not "Joe Bloggs of 28 Hawley Crescent, Lower Godawfulminging, Surrey passed through here at 10:05am"), I see no gross invasion of privacy. This is the most likely way to handle things anyway, due to the amount of traffic (real and digital) involved and the amount of storage required).
- For an invasion of privacy to truly occur (and this is my opinion, not the law), the cameras would have to track individual license plates across the city, and link the license plate to an individual's personal data. The fact is that a license plate isn't private data, it's an official identification number, and it's perfectly possible to collect toll money on a car without directly linking it to its owner's personal details (though such things could be done easily if a court of law has requisitioned that data). It's ineffective to do so automatically anyway, since cars change owners unpredictably.
- The UK is the most surveilled country on the planet; I'd rather see strict controls on who's on the other end of the cameras and how that collected data is handled than simply banning the cameras.
- The attitude toward driving in the UK, especially around London, is vastly different from the US. My understanding is that public transport in, say, California, carries a stigma of poverty or "immigrant" with it, whereas in London it's a fact of life.
- Driving in London, even without the traffic, is an incredible pain in the arse. There's no grid system, the signposting is sparse and often misleading, and if you think you're going to find a parking space in central london, forget it. If toll money goes to improving those things, there'll be a decrease in congestion simply because people know where they're going! If toll money also prevents London Underground from going "public-private" then I'm all for it too.
- People who already live in London shouldn't have to pay the toll, so already it's a pretty fair tax (we have enough pollution of our own, we don't need commuters to import their own
:) - Someone said here it's tolling the poor to make more room on the roads for the rich, but only rich people can afford to commute by car into London anyway; unlike the US, we pay a hell of a lot for our fuel, and idling in city traffic jams eats a lot of it up. In almost all cases it's cheaper to use public transport than own, maintain, and drive a car into London every day (let alone pay for the parking), and a significant portion of us do just that.
An automated system that uses cameras, retains only the details of offending cars, and links license plates to an account that can be owned by anyone is cheaper, faster, and makes more sense from both a technical and a physical point of view. Additionally, the person who pays the toll doesn't necessarily have to be the owner of the car; this makes sense because a whole bunch of people driving into the city are using company cars, company-subsidised cars, or are carpooling. Those concerned about their privacy could pay a third party to handle tolls on their behalf.Finally, this kind of system is virtually guaranteed if the system is to be maintained by a private company: they simply won't have legal access to private car owner information. We have laws in this country, you know :)
Yeah and then I want them to sell the information to my insurance company who can then jack my premiums based solely on where I drove, maybe only once. Then I want my bank to play with the car loan rate based on where I drive. Then I want the local cops to pull me over randomly based on where they think I should be driving.
Gee the possibilities are endless.
The potential abuse in the system is a non-issue, because it's not related to the toll verification issue. Anyone can set a camera to photograph the street and use the information gathered for any legal purpose. They can use the information for illegal purposes as well.
To follow an example cited above in this thread, you can follow someone who exits from a brothel to his home and blackmail him. Yes, that would be illegal. Using information from the toll verification system in a way that violates the law would also be illegal.
In the end, one gets to the same argument used by people who defend gun ownership rights ("Second Ammendment" in Gringo language): the potential for abuse is not enough reason to make something illegal. If it were so, kitchen knives should be illegal.
Thanks to the huge number of Gatsos, Britain already suffers from a large number of cloners, who install plates copied from another car on their own, so that fines are sent to the owner of the original car, not to them; we also have large numbers of cars where the owner didn't change the registration when they bought it, which are probably also uninsured, and again meaning that the fines from cameras go to the previous owner. I've heard that it's not unknown for some of these people to get a dozen or more speeding tickets in a day as a result.
So, even if you don't drive in London, don't be surprised when bills start turning up in your letter box.
How is this privacy infringement? Driving is not a right, it is a priveledge. If they have a toll road they have the right to make sure the toll gets paid. If you do not like the manner in which they do it, DONT USE THE ROAD!
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"ice" is a noun. Unless you watch too many Mafia films.
"is" is a verb. Unless someone means Information Systems.
So you can easily remember whether it is licence or license.
Ugh. I really hate folks who are anti-driving. Its like what part of "public transportation is not for everyone" do you not understand? Not everyone likes to wait for busses and trains to arrive just to get on a packed vehicle next to a smelly passenger on a ride that will take 10 stops to get to where they wish to go.
I live in Boston, which has the oldest underground system in the US, and somehow the civic engineers were able to adapt to this brand new invention called the AUTOMOBILE and design roads, streets and highways appropriately to handle the amount of traffic we have today. I don't see why this was not done or could not be done to London. Its not like London is a city of immense size carrying 100 million citizens.
I think the main problem is certain European elites simply do not want to admit that not everyone is as enamored with public transit as they are. With Asian and European car sales on the rise for the past decade you'd think they'd get the message. Apparently not.....
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..is that we in the UK already get ripped off so much to drive cars. The tax on petrol is astronomical, and we also pay road tax just to keep our cars on the road - my road tax, for example, is around £180 a year ($240 ish) - I will say nothing of our insurance prices which are pretty huge.
Then some how the government blames us for congesting the cities and we have to pay out for it again. I think they need to look at that they are doing, or where they are trying to go. IMHO its a real shambles at the moment.
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As for the land being public, I agree that no one should be allowed to keep other citizens to use public land. So, when you fill the roads with your barely moving cars, you are keeping me from exerting my rights. Or do you think you can fill the public road with any of your junk?
London isn't the only place in the UK they are considering such a scheme. They are talking about the exact same thing for Edinburgh. The cost will be less (£2 per day I think), but it's the same idea of using cameras rather than setting up toll points.
Points:
How about mounting license cameras on taxi cabs? They run all day, and would cover ground that normal, mounted cameras wouldn't.
If you consider an alternate use, this technology could be ground-breaking in beating crime. Say you have these cameras mounted on taxi cabs and police cars. They would get a list of licence plates for stolen cars, and would continually monitor all license plates that are seen. The list would be maintained on whenever someone would file a stolen car report. I really don't see how that would violate my privacy - no alarm would go off unless I had reported my car as stolen, and I would be very interested in having it intercepted before it was shipped to Eastern Europe and sold for bargain price to the local mob connection.
On the other hand, the London proposal is worse. You are assumed guilty until you prove yourself innocent (listed as a paying driver). Still, consider the alternatives. More traffic means more deaths and more sickness. The big question is then "is it worth it?". Well, is it?
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While it does require human beings to actually go out and do the enforcement, this can be compensated by adjusting the fine. Make the fine stiff enough, and the ability to maybe get away with it doesn't overcome the times you might get caught.
will be $120/day for the truck along with a $15k deposit....:)
What's the point of paying a gasoline tax if they're (in any country) just going to charge tolls on top of the tax? Am I missing something? I've never liked the idea of tolls.
It's redundant and hostile to freedom of movement. Tolls are hardly comparable to Gestapo style road blocks, but it seems silly to charge for a service one has already paid for at the pump.
yes, there is a complete infrastructure with underground, overground train, bus, tram and light rail etc.
.. as such it is crumbling away by the day. It's all very deep and cost an arm an a leg to dig.
But, and it's a big but, it's very old, like a lot of the tube was put in in the 19th century and through the early 20th
So no easy solutions except long term, no short payback investment etc.
As other posters have pointed out, if you have a car, the government has all your details on file. If you buy fuel with a credit or debit card, that is on file, also.
Think about this... In the USA, the police generally do NOT need a search warrent to search your car. All they need to do is think that you have something going on in there. In addition, many intersections in the USA snap pictures of the cars going by to catch speeders and those running red lights. Do you think those cameras are blind the rest of the time? How about the cameras that are used to view highway conditions. In some states they run all over the highways.
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stop terrorists? Really. It might help you identify them if they just strolled about w/o any disguise (neither part seems likely). What about if they used a rented truck to deliver the bomb? You might get some pictures of the thing blowing up but that seems to be about it. What about an airplane? Even in Israel where most bombs seem to be delivered by people, it isn't the head honcho's that are strapping on the bombs. It's a (usually) young guy or girl who walks down the street with a backpack. Not some known and wanted operative that a camera utilizing facial recognition might recognize. The people organizing these little suprises aren't in the vicinity when they go off, they're in a different city, country or contienent.
I suppose that if you're dealing with people actually trying to use firearms to kill some important figure, cameras might help you see them in advance. The vogue among terrorists though, is the bomb and I fail to see how a camera would help you if they had the same sophistication that my 5 year old seems to display.
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They have been doing this on toll roads in US for some time now. There is nothing new about cameras recording people who don't pay the toll.
Singapore has been using a system similar to this for around ten years now. They combine the sort of technology used for EZ-Pass in the Jersey/Pennsylvania/New York area with the camera snapshots.
When you go onto a tolled road, you pass under a gantry that checks your car for an electronic pass using a kind of card-reader (you would install a card-holder above your dashboard if you chose to do this). If it doesn't find an electronic pass, a camera a little ways down the road takes a picture of the front of your car. This would show both the license plate (required to be on the front as well as the back of the car) and your front windshield. If your front windshield shows a paper one-day or one-week toll pass, then nothing happens. If it doesn't, you get a ticket in the mail. It seems to work pretty well, and it's run by the government.
Of course, Singapore is not known for being the least controlling government in the world...
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Driving a motor-car is certainly not a right, but a mere privilege. And when one of the conditions of the privilege is that the proper fees for road upkeep are paid, there is no reason why any reasonable means necessary be employed to do so shall be met with resistance, including surveillance cameras.
The point, I think, is that it's an amendment
to US Constitution. How is it applicable to
London, again?
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Sounds like Minority Report, eh?. Let's assume you're a criminal and then track you and if you're not a criminal in the immediate future then wellllll......there's war on people! Get with the program and don't look too deeply into what we do with the information.
For you people who say no biggie?
1 The only people who say if you're not guilty then you have nothing to fear are the paranoids who have everything to fear from everyone else.
2 You say you claim you hope that this information and this process won't be used against you - how do you know? In the US we still have (this week) the 5th ammendment. So how would you like to have your CAR testify against you?
Simple..drive a black cab then you will not be charged and can use the bus lanes as well. Or become a privileged road user (royalty, army, or one of the other elite buggers who don't pay their way at the moment). Or do a Lady Porter and don't pay your fines until 20 million owed!!
Disguise your car as a red bus. Drive on the pavement instead. Use a boat. Drive 2 inches from each other (then only the one at the front/back pays). Get a FCUK OFF number plate to amuse the camera operators. Pay the bill in small coins and count them out one at a time. Buy a car transporter and earn a few bob.
There are night buses.
One big reason why the tube shuts down at night is because they need some time of day to fix the thing. If you catch the last tube home you will often see groups of guys wearing high-visibility overalls getting ready to fix the track... (well maybe not as often as there should be).
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After having spent the last two weeks visiting the I-90 tollway in Chicago and a tollway near the Orlando International Airport, I can tell you that camera's have been there for quite some time and are quite obvious.
What should be MORE disturbing is the cameras that take a pic of your licence plate as you leave the Universal Studio's parking lot in Orlando.
Or maybe the camera's are just following me.
Nobody has hit upon the obvious solution to the traffic problem. Why not just charge more for parking? Using the roads is free as they are public, but parking doesnt have to be public at all. People are driving into the center of london to get somewhere in the center, and they must park somewhere. Double the parking fees. If people have to pay 5 pounds a day to park its the same as charging 5 pounds a day to drive in.
but I think the point those of us who have mentioned the "how is this related to anti-terrorism?" idea is that this would represent a sort of scope expansion for what was originally sold to the public as an anti-terrorism tool.
Cameras that were originally installed in order to "combat terrorism" are having their use expanded to fight lesser crimes, and now potentially to levy additional taxes. What we are trying to say is that there is a tendency for a government to use whatever power citizens grant it in, for lack of a better word, "creative" ways. That's why we have to be constantly on our guard against giving the government more power than is absolutely necessary for them to do what we need done for us. This is especially important here in the US after our recent exposure to terrorism.
You had a very good response later in the thread about how there isn't enough infrastructure in place to handle the additional traffic associated with people electing not to drive in, so the proposed fee really becomes an additional tax for those who have no alternative. You mentioned the cross rail project as a potential solution to part of the problem. What bothers me is that because part of the infrastructure for the proposed plan to levy fees has been paid for under different pretenses-- the cameras, computers, and people to watch them are already in place, the more reasonable solution of improving the public transportation infrastructure (something we desperately need here, too) is not competing on a level playing field because the other option has been partially funded by our fear of terrorism.
Thanks for staying with me this far if you bothered to read it all-- have a nice day.
Don't expect anything like that response time for the ambulance though.
That Americans care about their cars. Only those nutcases at the ACLU and NRA give a damn about civil liberties.
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The 407 expressway in Toronto Canada uses a similar system to bill users of the toll highway who don't have government supplied transponders. The system simply snaps a photograph of the rear plate when at the cars entry and exit point on the highway. The system seems to work well although I have heard of people using everything from mud to complicated rigging that flips their licence plate up to avoid being billed.
This is my opinion. To make sure you don't steal it, it's covered by the DMCA.
Noone seems to have spotted that this scheme will cause increased congestion as people try to drive and park round the outskirts of the charging zone.
London's road network has been improved and optimised over the years for the existing traffic flows, and suddenly the traffic will want to go in different direstions to avoid the tolls, messing up the traffic light timing and priorities in the surrounding areas.
There will also be a scramble to get out of the zone before the charges start in the morning, and an extreme reluctance to enter the zone just before the end of the charging time - at 6.25 pm, you have a choice, sit still for 5 minutes or pay £5. People will crawl about to avoid reaching the charging zone before he 6.30 pm end time, making a nightmare scenario for people trying to go home by public transport and private cars alike.
I guess the effects of these issues will be far worse than the original congestion, espeically as they will move traffic problems away from the shopping and business areas inside the zone out into the residential areas just outside.
A pizza of radius z and thickness a has a volume of pi z z a
Look at the area that London covers, look at the area that Boston covers... look at the difference in population density then ask yourself this...
HOW THE HELL COULD STREET PLANNERS WHO BUILT THE STREETS OVER 1000 YEARS AGO ADAPT THEM TO CARS.
An Eye for an Eye will make the whole world blind - Gandhi
Wrong. The English do as they're told.
it seems that there are those in the
Noting your low UID, you act like this is something you've never seen before.
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Absolutely.. poor people should not be driving..
everytime I turn my back /. sneaks another stupid story in here.
Since when is having your picture taken in *public* a violation of your privacy?
Will you stupid people just goto school, grow some logic capabilities and put some thought into it. If you are sitting in public you can hardly expect privacy.
Now as to whether the tolls are a good idea? Hell yes. I think it should be three times as much. Go take a friggin bus once in a while you damn whiny non-realistic bitches. Holy shit, you think the environment and gas supplies are endless?
Tom
Someday, I'll have a real sig.
...because tax is literally and only theft. One robber is a thief. Ten robbers are thieves. A nationful of voting robbers-by-proxy are thieves, and entitled to precicely nothing.
You earned your property, keep it, by any means you can.
I recommend GoldMoney
That's fine if you're making 30 pounds an hour. It's not so good if you're the poor bloke making 3 pounds per hour, and need every pence of it to feed your family. In which case, if by circumstance you're forced to drive to work, that parking fee is 20% of your daily wages. And the new driving fee is another 20%. By then you might just as well have stayed home and gone on the dole.
~REZ~ #43301. Who'd fake being me anyway?
Even in the US, where we think our freedom dwarfs those "wacky Europeans", we are required by state law to pretty much sign our life over to the Government to use a car. State mandated insurance, drivers licenses, and registration are 100% breaches of freedom.
I understand why car insurance exists. Too many wrecks go unpaid to the victim, and we, as a democracy decided to make it mandtory to pay. What I worry about however, is in the future. What about if Moller (www.moller.com/skycar) takes off, and we're all in computer controleld flying cars, and no ones ever closer than a few miles apart, and there's no wrecks. Will we have forgotten why we had to pay insurance int he first place? Will the Government charge us a monthly fee just to use our Skycars?
You're mistaking the population of Boston city proper (which is close to your quoted figure) with the size of the Boston metropolitan area. The metro area, which is the effective size of the city since Boston proper is landwise fairly small, is around 3 million as of 1990. Boston has been trying to correct at least some of their traffic problems with the big dig.
For comparison London has around 7 million people in the city proper and around 12 million in the metro area. Definitely more crowded, but then so is England overall so this should not be especially surprising.
While I'm all in favour of air conditioning, particularly on the 90/90* days we've had too many of already this Minnesota summer, my recollection of summers in London (yes, I used to live there, too) is that air conditioning is rarely helpful, and never necessary.
[*] Over 90F and over 90% relative humidity
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I'm waiting for NYC to try something like this. There are tolls on the major bridges and tunnels into Manhattan, but not from Brooklyn and the Bronx. London and NYC both have good public transportation into and out of the city to the suburbs, so there is a good case to limit traffic in the heart of the city to local traffic.
Government money may be better spent on Live near your work programs, like the one here in Maryland. Baltimore City employees get up to $3000 towards buying a city home near their jobs.
Helps reduce commuter traffic and promote homeownership in our shrinking downtown tax-base.
Yup, and there's nothing really stopping me from cloning a plate from somebody I don't like and driving 150 MPH through the speed cameras -- works best if they have a similar type of car, but who wants to guess at what stage any such error checking takes place? No doubt you have to go into court to prove your innocence. Somebody earlier talked about "civil disobedience" -- the whole traffic camera idea comes tumbling down once enough people start cloning the plates of innocent people (or, if you prefer, number plates seen in the car park of the camera manufacturer). (As a side note for American readers, in the UK you have to get your number plates printed at your local auto parts store and they don't care if you really own the number. Thus forgery is trivial.)
Whenever I read about another complex taxation scheme, I like to work out some numbers. Kind of like asking a charity how much of your contribution actually does the good you have in mind, vs hiring more people to annoy you with phone calls.
Transport for London, the gov't agency responsible for the fee plan, says on their website that about 250,000 people drive into the designated area daily. Their plan is to reduce this traffic by 10-15% and generate "up to" L130 million for public transit.
Okay, if traffic drops 15%, that leaves 212,500 commuters paying the L5/day fee. With about 250 working days/year this should bring in 212,500 * L5 * 250 = L265,625,000 in revenue per year. Nice chunk of change, my dad would say. That's if everybody just pays the L5 and not the L120 fine for cheating.
So they have to take in more than L260 million to end up with L130 million in usable cash? That means every L5 fee costs more than L2.50 to collect. Is this a worthwhile way to collect taxes?
London is not the only capital city where the authorities are trying to drastically reduce the traffic by restricting access to cars. Paris city office has been scaling down streets by enlarging bus corridors (at least, this has an immediate positive impact on public transportation within the city limits). Athens, for instance, has been using alternate driving days as a measure to limit pollution caused by vehicles.
Unsurprisingly, all these cities are capitals of very centralized states. After a long history of concentrating powers of every conceivable nature (political, economic, cultural, etc...), it is no wonder so many people want or need to go there, be it by car or any other way.
The problem with people who live there, and suffer from nuisances such as terrible traffic, noise, overcrowdedness, high rents etc... is that they mostly can't seem to acknowledge the fact that these nuisances are just a fair price for extremely priviledged access to much better public and private service, not mentioning better job opportunities and higher wages than the rest of the country...
If the people living there really want less cars in their cities, then what about trying to actually make less PEOPLE want or need to go there, independently of how they travel... One good thing to try would consist in moving the capital (with ministries, ambassies, and the like) to another city. Or close a few cultural centres (museums, cinemas, etc...). Demolish a couple monuments (would keep those pesky tourist bus at large). Prevent high-profile businesses from settling in the city (and forget about tax revenues as well...). Promote the creation of highways, train lines, and all sorts of infrastructures that don't actually go through the capital (when they actually go further than its limits)... etc
Stop being selfish, and leave the rest of the country a chance to get some of your nuisances, for the price of a few privileges...
Yup, terrorist attacks have been a fact of life in European and other non-USA capitals for much much longer than 9/11. It's a shame when US media makes out global terrorism started then, I really think the US media is the US's worst enemy, so many people have negative attitudes towards the USA because of dumb statements their media (and sometimes their politicians) come out with.
But I think this emphasis on anti-terrorist measures (I refuse to use the dumbed down expression "War against Terrorism") is a very convenient way of bringing in restrictive and possibly invasive procedures and legislation. It's really important we all press for careful policing of how new laws and technologies are applied.
None of this is really surprising, is it?
Firstly, civilization has a long history of leveraging military and overall safety powers into the civil arena. Hence, all laws that are touted as being against "terrorists" and for "public safety" will be used to screw the average man out of as much money and liberty as possible.
Secondly, if you want to keep your civil rights (the most basic one being: the right to be left alone), then move out of the city. (I mean any city, not just The City -- London's nickname.) The crowding, greed, fear and loathing within urban areas have worked to destroy not only civil rights, but the attitude that we should even have said rights. Search and seizure should be quintessentially restricted, but if you ask any city cop, anything can be taken away for any reason, and they only approve. The real liberies that are expanding are within the ruling and enforcement classes. The old American patriot Ethan Allen is alleged to have said "the gods of the valleys are not the gods of the mountains", alluding to the concerns of cities and towns over the rural folk, and the mismatch thereby.
Thirdly, Britain has learned nothing from Orwell's characterizations (among others) and they are headed strongly for all the democratized tyranny that they can imagine. If the people of Britain don't revolt first, by 2025 you will have to get almost a dozen offcials to authorize your presence in London. Britain will effectively have an internal visa.
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Rights and freedoms are NOT granted by the 'state'. Rights and freedoms are recognized and secured by the 'state'.
From The Declaration of Independence:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. --That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,
The government has no constitutional authority to restrict my freeedoms. Can't speak for Europe, I don't live there. I'm an American!
Correction: The Timetabled journey time by train is 3hr23mins, but would have required me arriving 30 minutes early - so the effective journey time - i.e. the amount of time lost to travelling - would be about 4 hours. (the next service takes 3hr52min and would require me to be 45minutes late for my meeting, which is just unacceptable). Of course, if I'd taken the train, I _wouldn't_ have arrived 30 minutes early, but that's the gamble you take when you take the train.
Addendum: It actually took me 1hr 42mins (I timed it, sad but true!) door-to-door to make the journey. I arrived about 15minutes early, which is around what I aimed for. Not only quicker & cheaper than the train but MUCH more convenient!
Not everything that can be measured matters; Not everything that matters can be measured.
Well folks the best i have seen so far is singapore's automagic road pricing, this entails all cars to have a smartcard device and the sensor should be fixed next to the windshield when the car passes the erp -- sensor , which is there in almost all roads , it just charges off the card.
,further since they have access to traffic flows they periodically reprice things..
Now the system is smart and deducts charges depending on the time of the day, the rush hour is more expensive than others
i think this is very smart.
In the US most all roads are subsidized by local taxes anyhow - and frankly I've seen the numbers it really isn't enough. There's an inbalance on what taxes pay for and how much the roads really cost to drive on. Sure they're public roads, but even you can't honestly say that just because they are public means they require zero upkeep - or that they can handle as much traffic as you want - or that everyone can drive to work. Most places none of that's true.
And there are people who drive into town because (and I'm quoting someone I heard on a local talk radio show) I paid for my car - it cost a lot and I like to drive it.
Clean, Reliable, Affordable. Choose None
Should be:
Clean, Reliable, Affordable, Available. Choose None.
--Jeremy
Jesus was a liberal
Sure they "can". And you can be damned sure John Law will show up with something up his sleeve that will turn "can" into "sure as hell will". Like looking around the place and suggesting he sees something that "just might mean we'll have to shut you down for a couple of days to take a closer look". Any ISP without a good knowledge of his exact rights, or a lawyer on site, will be hard presses not to "can", considering the possible alternatives.
What we need are more giant parking areas with quick Central London public transport connections!
As a Londoner, I get to see the traffic problem constantly.
London traffic can be divided into four groups. The first are local residents. The second are people driving to work. The third are deliveries/essential workers, etc. The fourth are non-commercial folks going into London for shopping or recreation.
The first group live there, so we cannot remove them. Few Central London residents have cars anyway, so this is no problem.
The second group don't want to be driving around the middle of London, but feel it is their only choice because of poor public transport.
The third group are essential. Deliveries must be made, and the road network is the only system truly capable.
The fourth group drive for convenience. I am one of those people. We would rather not spend an hour on a smelly train surrounded by (mostly) grubby folk when we can sit in our air conditioned cars listening to our own music.
It's all about convenience.
There is a large out of town car park in Greenwich. It costs £4 to park there for a day. When I want to go into Central London, I park there, get on the tube at the Millennium Dome and I am in Central London within 10 minutes. It's a good idea. It keeps me off of the central london roads, and I only have to put up with public transport for 10 minutes!
What we need are more giant parking areas with quick Central London public transport connections!
I do not want to have to fight for a parking space in a tiny car park 15 miles out of town and then look forward to a one hour train journey in! They should be creating giant car parks like those at Greenwich where we can park cheaply and get into Central London within 15 minutes.
If they can't do that, many will continue to drive in, since most of us own a car BECAUSE WE DON'T *WANT* TO USE PUBLIC TRANSPORT. I cannot stand the people on public transport, the discomfort, and having to stand! Cut the journey times, and I'll use it for 10 minutes here and there.
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The smart man in London already gives way to a BMW, because it sure as hell ain't gonna give way to you...
If you disagree, post your argument. (-1, Overrated) isn't your personal censorship tool for views you don't like.
I'm probably ruining the millions I could make producing and selling this idea, but...
All Joe Citizen needs to do is put his tube card in a metal sheath when he's not near the reader. I honestly don't know the materials it would take to block the signal (and I don't know the technology behind it) but if the cloth and items of your bag can stop the transmission, a simple metal cover should do it. Shoot, you could even sell them under the guise of protecting oneself from the radiation of the thing, along with ensuring your privacy. They'd sell like hotcakes, and could be personalized or in different colors, etc., and would probably get lost all the time and people would buy more....sounds like there's a mint to be made to me, and everyone ends up happy. This way you still retain the advantage, however, of how fast the card is read (as opposed to magnetic stripe or whathaveyou) as long as people remember to take it out before they get to the entrance.
If I had a sig, this is where it would be.
Messing with police cameras is considered an act of terrorism. Also they're normally well out of reach. Mess with the police and they wont react well...
> in the UK you have to get your number plates printed at your local auto parts store and they don't care if you really own the number
Not any more. Although it's very recent, the regulation of manufacturing number plates has changed quite dramatically. Funnily enough, part of the reason for the new legislation includes "The introduction of cameras for enforcement purposes means that it is more important than ever for number plates to be legible". Part of the new regulations is that manufacturers must be licenced and must identify themselves on plates that they make. (Although how the filth will identify the manufacturer of an unmarked plate is beyond me...)
Not everything that can be measured matters; Not everything that matters can be measured.
| have to pay a toll of $5
No, only 37.5% of the bridges into Manhattan charge a toll. The rest are free. I used to drive to work in Manhattan from Brooklyn every day for no toll at all- and I had four local bridges to choose from.
Exhibit one:
New York Metropolitan Transit Authority (toll) Bridges & Tunnels map
Exhibit two:
Transportation Alternatives' 5-borough bridge map
There are lots of ways into Manhattan without paying - you just have to navigate a little.
Snickersnee3: Build your own 3-watt Luxeon Star headlamp from scratch
*Yawn* Old news.
Since inception - our freeway [read:tollway] in Melbourne has had this sort of thing!
People have been snapped at ^200km going through it - yet still register the toll.
The way it works is similar in principal - except that each car must be nominated to use it by having an "e-tag", similar to a "RF-key" that is put just behind you readview mirror - if you have an e-tag and it is "topped up", you can pass through any of the gantrees and your toll is registed.
If you don't have an e-tag and are registered - you pay a $2 fine (for not having your e-tag in); if you have NO e-tag and are not registered - you are up for $AU100 fine.
The excellent part is that it takes the photo from the front - I ride a motorbike - so they cannot charge me (no plates on the front of bikes here although they are looking at legislation forcing us to put "sticker numberplates" on the front of the bike as a result)
The reason for the e-tags is because the company is a privateer - thus is not legally allowed to access the license database (read: privacy act) - therefore you must register your numberplate to use the system.
We have been told we will be paying for this system for 70 years (aparently).. initially everyone said that they were not going to use it - but now... it is VERY busy - you have a tough time getting from the airport to the city without using it!
A trip that use to take about 40-60 mins (my house to the airport) now takes 15!
There is a rumour that they can time how long you take between gantrees - and if you speed (less than the minimum time to take between gantree's) - you get booked! This would require the license database to be bound of course.. the way they are cracking down on speeding nowdays (we have some of the most ingenious speed cameras in the world) - I wouldn't be surprised if it occured!
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Just don't pollute me and my friends. If you don't smoke in my restaurant, please don't drive your car down my street.
"I hope someone mugs you for saying that, and the police don't come out to help because you didn't want to pay them."
In a free country I'd have shot the mugger with my privately owned handgun. Or he'd have never attacked, because he knows most folks carry guns as a point of pride in self reliance. Or, the rentacops who I and the other residents of my street had willingly paid would have turned him away before he ever got here. And if I hadn't paid the rentacops, probably like doctors they'd save me first and work out a payment plan with me after.
The reality of the government police: they aren't there to save you, they're there to rule you. Sure they'll try and save you if they're on the spot. I'm not saying they're not nice people. But mostly they'll arrive too late to do anything but clean up the mess and try (not always very hard) to catch the culprit.
>And I pay the government a *lot* of money for the priviledge of driving on it. You may pay the government but you don't compensate for the ill-health and deaths due to pollution. See, for example, The Independent's story I would suggest there is a market for a healthy environment for our children.
>And I pay the government a *lot* of money for the priviledge of driving on it. You may pay the government but you don't compensate for the ill-health and deaths due to pollution. See, for example, The Independent's story I suggest there is a market for a healthy environment for our children. >And I pay the government a *lot* of money for the priviledge of driving on it.
You may pay the government but you don't compensate for the ill-health and deaths due to pollution. See, for example, The Independent's story Asthma in children: the damning new evidence we cannot ignore
I suggest there is a market for a healthy environment for our children.
>And I pay the government a *lot* of money for the privilege of driving on it.
You may pay the government but you don't compensate for the ill-health and deaths due to pollution. See, for example, The Independent's story Asthma in children: the damning new evidence we cannot ignore
I suggest there is a market for a healthy environment for our
I haven't seen mentioned yet that is it a proven fact that traffic lights have been slown down or mistimed to congest traffic. It is said that Livingstone will make the timings on the traffic lights drastically improve once these tolls come into force, to give an instant effect that he was "right". - DDRP
I shall have to assume you're a collonial by your term "parking lot", as such you can't comprehend why tax is hated, the reason is that tax in this country is just about to destroy all morale, it's all going to the dogs and one can earn a far better wage by not being honest now. Whoever said crime didn't pay was a fool, this government exists to help the criminal and rape the honest man. - DDRP
Taxi Drivers
Delivery Drivers
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So, intelligent, right thinking people have nothing to fear.
In fact, there are already so many reasons to not drive (or even own a car) in London, that the negligable decrease in privacy makes very little difference.
If this analogy was true, wouldn't the car manufacturers be Microsoft? Oh...wait...
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