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Deliberation of "National Strategy to Secure Cyberspace"
An anonymous reader writes "Per the Federal Register the National Infastructure Advisory Council will have a public meeting (telephonically) from 3:00 pm to 5:00 pm EST on 1/8/2003 to deliberate on the National Strategy to Secure Cyberspace. 'Written comments may be submitted at any time before or after the meeting.' Details can be found in text format or in PDF."
Q: Who are you?
A: We is DEEPSIDE NIGGAZ aka DEEPSIDE BALLAS aka TROLLIN' DEEPSIDE NIGZ.
We hail from da Deepside of Chicago. Wannabe brothers claim they from the 'westside', or the 'southside', and the fags claim they's from the 'northside'. But us real niggaz are DEEPSIDE, everyone else is just shit.
Q: What are you doing here?
A: We is here to show you SlashFUCKS that the black man can use teh internet too. Ya see... Jerome goes and bust some white boy upside da head and steals his 'puter and Nikes. So he took it to some whore house and turned it on. But you can't do shit wit it. So Jerome go back out and threatens some white trash ATT boy and he hooks it up wit da free internet. Bling Bling, now we be trollin'!
Q: Why?
A: Why not, bitch! We's here to represent all our dead troll homies. Especially the late WIPO (May teh Goatse rest his goo coated soul).
If you don't like it, suck my big black cock.
Q: Do the Deepside Nigz have a sign?
A: Yes we do... (This should be easy enough for you shitheads... I don't want to write a homo HOW-TO)
1.Take your right hand (You might have to stop jerking first)
2.Make an 'O' with your thumb and forefinger (Like how Taco beats his little dick)
3.Now stick your middle, ring, and little (white man's penis) finger straight up.
4.Just twist your wrist about 180 degrees and
5.hold it against your chest calling out 'DEEPSIDE!' in the process
Q: Why post as an AC?
A: Does it matter? The Deepside Niggas get their point across anyway! Fuck Slashdot, and fuck accounts.
Any more questions? Post that shit UP!
It's true, it's true
With a twinkle in his eye and a skip in his step, RMS slammed his sky-blue Chevette's rusted-out car door and turned on heel toward the MIT Zoo entrance. Today was a Sunday, and RMS had decided the daily stresses of Free Software, the GPL, and his "crazy" drug habits could go away for just one afternoon while he enjoyed the zoo. "That'll be twenty-five dollars, sir," the lady at the admission booth said glumly. She looked at RMS expectantly. "I was expecting this zoo to be Free," RMS stated loudly, eyes darting around to gauge onlookers' reactions. There were none: RMS's capital F had went unnoticed. "Can you ensure me that this money will not help fund--" The admissions lady cut him off. "Twenty-five dollars, or twenty bucks with a Mr. Pibb can," the lady cut in. With a grumble and shake of his beard, RMS handed over twenty five of his hard-earned dollars. Considering that the GPL works to unemploy programmers, one must wonder where this money came from... By evening, RMS found himself in front of the penguin exhibit. He felt himself start to sweat, which would have been no surprise-- his thick, full, grizzly beard must be worth a thousand down comforters-- except that he was wearing only a pair of nylon biking shorts and a travel pack around his waist. He stared at his hands. What was wrong? "AWWWK!" a nearby bird offered. RMS wheeled in the direction the screech had come from. He was met with the steely, unfeeling stares of a penguin. "AWK! Ooooh God, the penguin said AWK... lord, lord lord, it's LINUX. THE PENGUIN IS TUX!" RMS blurted out. He felt dizzy, and cold sweat now washed over his brittle, hairy chest. He looked this way and that. From nearby a bird again squawked. "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWK" RMS ran as fast as his atrophied hippy-programmer legs could carry him, right thru a gate and into an exhibit. He realized what he had done, and before he could turn around, he heard a low, ominous sound. Like the Devil's riding mower. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" RMS gasped. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! He was standing in the Gnu section, and it seemed these bull yaks were in rut and ready to mate with the first hairy thing with a hole in its center they found. Bad luck for RMS and his beard. Just then he felt cloven hooves push him down...
The United States Government appears to actually be taking a privacy issue seriously for once - it's on the front page of the White House website.
The United States Government appears to actually be taking a privacy issue seriously for once - it's on the front page of the White House website.
Any programmer worth a grain of salt could take down the internet at any time and cause horrific infrastructure damage. Writing a worm or virus that causes extreme outages and infrastructure damage might take at least a hour or so to code. I could do it as well as most programmers I know could do it. On the other hand I know most of us would not like to go to jail for doing something like this. Is it a threat, why sure it is any of us could do it any time we want it is just a matter of if we wish to stay free or be locked away.
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In other words the army, the police, and the "weekend warriors" in the reserves. The reserves are essentially what a militia was back then -- people who wanted to do their part, but couldn't dedicate themselves to it as a career.
It is written in plain text, using the terms and language of the times, and was very clear about "regulated militia", not a free-for-all by the general public.
From Webster's Dictionary:
It's not a question of my interpretation, but of whether you're willing to accept the parts of the constitution that disagree with your own wishes. You always have to read historical documents with an eye to the common-use terminology of the period, not the modern meanings of the words.
I do not fail; I succeed at finding out what does not work.