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Legislators Looking At Peer to Peer Monitor
rocketjam writes "According to CNET News, a California based software company has developed a song-identification technology which could be incorporated into file sharing software. It would then monitor music being downloaded or made available in a shared folder, identify songs by a process which examines their 'psycho-acoustical' properties and then compare them to a copyright database and stop them from being traded if a match is found. Audible Magic, has been demoing its technology before legislators and regulators in Washington D.C for the past month. The RIAA is greatly enamored of the concept and has helped the company get access to government officials. However, the technology would obviously require the makers of file swapping software to add it into their products either voluntarily or through legislation."
It's an FP!
How ironic /. sells its soul for money, but then thinks it has a moral high ground just because a post is off topic.
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So its OK to spread lies and deception about Open Source / Free Software. But you will be punished if you are off-topic! Thats far worse according to
NOTE: THE POST WAS OFF TOPIC, NOT TROLL, YOU IDIOT MODS.
Well the whole world's stability is being shaken by the Israeli's and what do we do?
... can you say ... IRAQ ... brace yourself Syria, your next!
Attack any country that threatens them
Seriously though, have a look at the book "An Empire of Their Own : How the Jews Invented Hollywood
by Neal Gabler (Author)" to see who runs the movie industry.
Then there is Alan Greenspan...but that's another story.
Thank you! It's not with, it's of. Well done, sir. Well done.
They had not seen or heard me. I stood stupefied, unable to move, speechless.
.I love you. . . " Buffy said, her voice croaking with emotion. She
.well, yes I did. I wanted
My sweet, virginal girl friend was gladly, madly fucking my step-brother! She
had never been willing to give it up to me, her intended, and now she was
riding Shaba's horse cock. And she didn't even like Shaba.
An odd thing happened. I noticed, to my horror, that my penis was getting
hard. I tore my eyes away from Buffy's cute, stretched pussy and looked at the
front of my pleated slacks. Yes, there was a small tent growing there. I
couldn't understand it. I had seen documentaries on animals on TV, where the
dominant male in a troop of, say, monkeys was mounting one of the females. The
subdominant males would sit around and watch, all of them sporting chubbies.
Buffy was picking up speed as her twat loosened up. Shaba was matching her
downward stroked by upward strokes of his own, lifting his tight canon-ball
buttox off my sheets to meet her. His legs were spread widely on the bed for
maximum leverage, and his large balls bounced up and down on the lower part of
his shaft. Shaba would hit bottom in Buffy's vagina with a jolt, two or three
inches of unused penis still showing. With each thrust Buffy would moan.
Their fucking was making slurping sounds. Shaba's wide, black hands cupped and
kneaded my love's round, white ass. He dug his fingers into her butt so hard
that I knew she would have bruises tomorrow. Then he slid one hand around and
slipped his long middle finger into her pursed, pink asshole. The effect was
immediate. Buffy began thrashing on his cock, her head twisting from side to
side. Her whole body appeared to vibrate and she let out a low scream.
"Oh, Shaba! That was fantastic!" Buffy moaned as she leaned forward, her
heavy, full tits smashing on his thin chest. I could hear sloppy kisses. She
had stopped her thrusts on his cock and he lessened his to short jabs into her
satisfied pussy.
"Shaba. .
slowly moved her ass from side to side.
"God! You're still hard!" she exclaimed in amazement.
"I haven't got my nut yet," came Shaba's laconic response.
"Wow. A long distance runner!" she said playfully, her ass beginning to move
up and down again.
"Doesn't that white boy last this long?" Shaba said.
"Who? Jack? I wouldn't know. We've never done anything like this," she said
flatly.
"You mean that chump been wit' you all dis time and he ain't even had the pussy
yet? Shee-it!"
Buffy giggled. "Pussy," she repeated. "I love it when you talk nasty!"
"Well, why don't you suck on mah black johnson again?" Again! My fiancee had
engaged in oral sex with my step-brother's wanger!?
Buffy unstradled Shaba. When she was fully off the boy I could see the total
length of his erection. I gasped in disbelief. It looked to be eleven inches
or so. So fat and heavy was it that it leaned over his flat belly, glistening,
black and wet.
Then they saw me.
"Shit!" shrieked Buffy, her hands modestly flung up to cover her pendulous
breasts, leaving her thick bush visible. At the 'V' of her crotch I could see
her pussy lips, red, abused, distended.
"Oh Jack! It isn't what it looks like!"
"Oh? Just what is it, Buff? What are you doing?" I demanded.
"I'm so sorry..." Buffy said, her voice quaking with emotion.
Shaba had sat up on the bed. "Why don't you run along, white boy. Me and dis
bitch got some more work to do. She don't belong to you anymore. She be
mine!"
"You rounder, you!" I yelled. "Stand up and take your beating like a man!"
I raised my fists. I didn't want to hurt Shaba. .
to redeem myself as a man in Buffy's eyes. She must have been raped or seduced
or drugged, I rationalized, and she wasn't responsible for what I had seen.
Shaba slowly rose from the bed. His lo