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Drake on Drake: ET Life A Certainty
astro writes "Frank Drake, Chairman of the Board of Trustees of the SETI Institute applies Occam's Razor to his own Drake equation: 'Life should appear very frequently on other Earth-like planets. There will be microbial life nearby the solar system.' The simplest scenario is that 'Not Life' has a nearly identical number of assumptions as 'Life.' The contrasting view is that experimentation can prove it--but how many times did life independently create itself while the Earth changed through the whole spectrum of what biological forces might conjure up elsewhere. A sample size of 1 is in fact an experimental sample size of many--just here during Earth's climatic history."
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I've downloaded everything this planet has to offer.
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
I cannot wait until Armageddon comes and destroys me and you once and for all!
Yes, I know that I misspelled "there." Yes, I know that I didn't use an end-quote. Yes, I know that Francis Drake was an explorer/pirate. Please don't comment on these mistakes. Maybe next time I'll use "preview."
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I'm just an ordinary man with nothing to lose.
Regardless of your opinion on et life, one thing is certain. My SETI@Home team is better than yours. ;)
- Shadow, the Laughing Orc
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mod this up, you fucking humourless slashbot moderators!
completely off topic, but your chatbot is cool as shit...I just downloaded the CVS and have been talking to Anna for about 30 minutes! I think I'm in love ;) hehe
If you're not a Liberal in your 20's, then you have no heart.If you're still a Liberal in your 30's you have no brain.
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!
lMPh0ogpcJ
ballknocker
Typical Atheist.
You sir, are an ignorant fucking moron.
Typical answer of someone who just lost an argument. The moment one resorts to personal attacks, one has already lost the argument.
Personally, I find it offensive that you assume all Atheists are morons.
I am an Atheist. What does that mean? It simply means I don't believe in a god. Not yours, not someone else's. None. That's what the word A-theist means. Christians are Monotheists. They believe in one god. Comments like yours, are one of the reasons I don't like those who think their beliefs are better than mine.
Remember the 11th commandment: Thou shalt keep thy religion to thy self.
Religion and science both strive to do the same thing: explain who we are, where we came from, where we're going and why we're here. The difference is that science doesn't have the arrogance of claiming to already have the answers.
No matter what... this is still off-topic.
-- This sig for rent.
Hi. I'm Wilford Brimley, and I've had diabetes for about 20 years. I stay active and I feel pretty good most of the time. See, I do things differently now. I'm not perfect, but I try to watch my diet and exercise. And I check my blood sugar, and I get all my diabetic testing supplies from Liberty Medical.
Like I said, I'm not perfect. I guess.. some of the things I told you just now are downright fibs. Like the diet and exercise thing. When I said I watch my diet, I guess I mean I watch the minivan from Buddy's Barbecue pull up and unload about $200 worth of pork ribs onto my driveway. While I stand in the doorway hiding my food boulder in my Bermuda shorts.
When it comes to exercise, well that's just a boldfaced lie. I've never moved fast enough to sweat, except when I was making a baby. Even then, I took some much-needed breaks. My doctor isn't even sure I've got diabetes. He just says I look like somebody who would have it. I do check my blood-sugar every day, though, just in case. And Liberty Medical brings all the testing supplies right to my door, so it's easy to track my health.
[ sprays whipped cream into his mouth ]
Who am I kidding? That's bull hockey! I don't keep track of my health at all! People just assume I eat a lot of Quaker Oats, so I must be okay. Hell, I wouldn't eat oatmeal if it was the filling in a Dove bar. I can't stand that gobbledly gook! It always seems like somebody else ate it first. Sorry, Quaker, but I'm Wilford Brimley, I say it how I feel it.
You know what I do like, are them S'Mores. And old-fashioned wedding cake frosting - the kind that's still got lard in it. And meringue made out of egg yolks instead of egg whites. Some people call it cholesterol, I just call it good.
If you have diabetes, you check your blood sugar, and you check it often. There's no reason not to. Call Liberty. They can help you have a better life.
Now, I'm gonna go get off my horse by getting onto a smaller horse, and then onto a large dog, until I'm near enough to the ground to roll off.
You take care now.
> And anyway, nowhere in the Bible does it mention ET life. If there really were "aliens" then Jesus would have had to come and die for THEIR sins too. No alien-Jesus, no aliens.
> It sounds like this guy is just some crackpot...
Oh, the irony.
Sheesh, evil *and* a jerk. -- Jade