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SCO Uses 3rd Parties To Spread Claims In Germany
kryonD writes "According to this Computer Weekly article, SCO is no longer allowed to spread their FUD in Germany. This wasn't even a court or government order, but an out of court settlement with a small company. They even get 'fined' EU10,000 by the company for every breach of the settlement. Although, it appears from the article that SCO is side-stepping the agreement by commissioning 3rd party firms to spread their FUD for them. The settlement happened last month, but this is the first I have heard of it. I wonder what made them back down so quickly."
We mentioned the settlement earlier this month (including prohibitions on making certain claims); the news is the attempt to circumvent it.
Get the pitchforks, ma!
;)
Got the torches, pa?
Whenever you use Linux, you're using all the Linux users your distro supplier has used.
Corporate AmeriKa has something for you and it's going STRAIGHT UP YOUR ASS!
don't get excited, Kneel! This is just a joke.
Not sure why you say "i anal" but this must be some hidden attempt to put some goatse humor into the SCO story.
Am I seeing things, or did I just click on a big Microsoft ad banner at the top of the /. homepage that takes you to a comparison which claims that MS Server 2000 is 10 times faster than Linux?
Get Canopy Group out of QT and KDE
SEND IN THE NATIONAL GUARD
I cannot help myself from feeling pride and being proud for all our service personnel each time I read this. I just heard Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld say today, "Our troops are ready to go. We just need the word from the President," or words to that effect. The days ahead will bring a lot of hardship and death to many people on all sides. Only God can help them now, as it appears a war is written in the sand.
The average age of the Infantryman is 19 years.
He is a short-haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances, is considered by society as half man, half boy; he is not yet dry behind the ears but not yet old enough to buy a beer, yet he is old enough to die for his country.
He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's, but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a high school graduate. He was probably an average student, pursued some sports activities, and drives a ten year old jalopy.
He has a girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away.
He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm Howitzers.
He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.
He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.
He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.
He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.
He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity.
He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues; he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.
He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle.
He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian at half the pay, and find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime, and more than most of us will ever see.
He has looked down from atop mountains of dead bodies, sometimes mountains he helped to create.
He has held the hands of friends as they took their last breath.
He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.
He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In sad irony, he has risked his life, and has seen friends die, in order to defend this right to be disrespectful.
He has seen protesters burn flags, with anger and hatred towards their country, yet he loves his country so much, he has gone to war and risked his life to protect the rights of those people.
Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom.
Beardless or not, he is not a boy.
He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over
200 years.
He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.
Remember him always. He has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
I AM THE CLIT COMMANDER!
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nutted all over myself
damn.
it will not change the single fact that you have paid twice as much for a computer that gives you exactly the same performance as a computer that costs about 40% as much...
i think i just shat myself
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FUCK OFF RICHTER AND ALL YOUR COHORTS!
In the year 2525
If man is still alive.
If woman can survive, they may find.
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies.
Everything you think, do and say, is in the pill you took today.
In the year 4545
Ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes.
You won't find a thing to chew.
Nobody's gonna look at you.
In the year 5555
Your arms hanging limp at your sides.
Your legs got nothing to do.
Some machine doing that for you.
In the year 6565
Ain't gonna need no husband, won't need no wife.
You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too.
From the bottom of a long glass tube. Whoa-oh
In the year 7510
If God's a-comin, he oughta make it by then.
Maybe he'll look around himself and say.
Guess it's time for the judgment day.
In the year 8510
God is gonna shake his mighty head.
He'll either say.I'm pleased where man has been.
Or tear it down and start again. Whoa-oh
In the year 9595
I'm kinda wonderin if man is gonna be alive.
He's taken everything this old Earth can give.
And he ain't put back nothing.Whoa-oh
Now it's been ten thousand years
Man has cried a billion tears.
For what he never knew,
now man's reign is through.
But through eternal night.
The twinkling of starlight.
So very far away.
Maybe it's only yesterday.
In the year 2525
If man is still alive.
If woman can survive, they may find.
In the year 3535
12000
Nobody expects the spanish inquisition!
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