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Court Ruling Points Way To Broadband Regulation
DarkHelmet writes "An article on CNET News indicates: 'A U.S. appeals court has rejected the Federal Communications Commission's request to rehear a case, in a move that could prompt local governments to regulate the cable industry.' The piece explains: 'The rejection could pave the way for municipalities to force cable companies to share their broadband Internet lines with third parties.' I personally can't wait for companies like Speakeasy to branch into the Cable Internet market and provide 10-100mbps service."
Day One Transcript: 9/11 Commission Hearing
So my question is: In this summer of threat, what did you do to protect, let's just say the Pentagon, from attack? Where were our aircraft when a missile is heading toward the Pentagon Surely that is within the Pentagon's responsibility to protect -- force protection, to protect our facilities, to protect something -- our headquarters, the Pentagon. Is there anything that we did at the Pentagon to prevent that harm in the spring and summer of '01?
-- 9/11 Commission Member Jamie S. Gorelick questioning Secretary Rumsfeld
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/etc/hosts or C:\Windows\System32\drivers\etc\hosts file, I no longer see those annoying ads!!! :))) Instead I see naked byootiful poon. Try it, you'll like it!!!
f I run Apache on my workstation and serve out a simple entertaining GIF (say a naked woman), then I put:
127.0.0.1 ads.osdn.com
in my
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Linus Torvalds developed Linux while he was attending university in Finland. A decade later, Linux has gone nowhere but limited to geeks and obscure users.
Why has Linux not made it big time? The reason to this is because Linux developers and users do not have social lives, and most of them were beat up in high school for their interest in computers. I was a high school jock myself, and I spent a lot of time washing my school's geeks' faces in toilets and had them write my homework. The same tactic was used in college, where I managed to graduate with a 3.2 GPA all because of having someone else do my work.
Most of these geeks that I tormented in the past are now Linux developers, and the majority of them pretty much never leave their apartment except for work and maybe the odd family event, which is probably the closest they have to outside human interaction.
I currently work as a notable figure in state politics, and I make over $90,000 a year. Most of the now Linux developers I tormented barely make it past rent.
So quit trying to make Linux better, build some muscles, and get your once fellow kind to do your work, because if you do so, you'll end up like me.
are a true American hero. It would be an honor for me to have my head sloshed around in a dirty toilet bowl by you, good sir.
It had been a long world tour for Diva-extraordinaire Janet Jackson. She had performed in excess of thirty shows in fifty days in over twenty countries. Fortunately, her globetrotting was coming to an end, only one more concert to go. Taking place in Australia, this final concert was destined to be the biggest. More than fifty thousand people were expected to attend, not to mention the millions that would be watching on pay-per-view.
Unfortunately, having that many people in one place at the same time was a problem. The only solution was to construct a stage thirty miles outside of Sydney in the outback. Janet thought that having the concert in the outback was a great idea. She wouldn't have to worry about stadium rental, security, taxes, noise laws or parking. Janet would just take a helicopter to and from the stage. Nothing could be better.
The day before the concert, Janet was at the concert location supervising the construction of the stage. Everything was going better than expect.
"You should not destroy the land," a mysterious voice said behind her.
Janet spun around at the unexpected words. All she saw was a small, skinny aborigine with bushy white hair wearing nothing but a loincloth sitting on a fallen log.
"What did you say?" Janet asked with more than a tinge of surprise in her voice.
"You should not destroy the land," he repeated.
Calming down slightly Janet, walked toward the old man and said, "I'm sorry if we're disturbing you, but we have a show to put on tomorrow. So if you don't mind, I have a lot of work to do."
Reaching into a small leather pouch that was tucked into his loincloth, the old man removed a hand full of gray powder. "You have been warned," was all he said as he flung the powder in Janet's face. "If you continue your destruction, you will pay a dear price."
Janet screamed as the powder struck her delicate features. She immediately raised her hands to her face to wipe off the strange substance the old man had thrown. When she pulled her hands away from her face, her vision had cleared and she saw no evidence of anything on her face. Janet looked around in a panic; the old man was nowhere to be found. "Did that really happen?" she thought. "I must be working too hard."
Some nearby workmen had heard her scream and ran to where Janet was standing. "Are you okay Ms. Jackson?" one of them asked.
"Did anyone see a little old man in a loin cloth around here?" she asked looking around.
The men looked all around and saw no evidence of anyone. "We're the only ones within miles ma'am. You might want to head to the trailer. The sun out here can been quite harmful."
Janet thought for a few seconds before answering, "I guess you're right. I'll go to the trailer and lie down for a while."
And with that, she walked to the construction trailer to relax in the air-conditioned comfort. While she napped, the construction of the large stage continued. Groves of eucalyptus trees were torn down to make way for the lighting towers. As a result, many animals had lost their homes and some their lives. While the devastation continued, the old aborigine sat on a boulder and wept.
Janet awoke a couple of hours later with a savage hunger. With all of the construction and the strange hallucination of the old aborigine, she had forgotten to eat lunch. She searched the trailer's small refrigerator, but only found a couple of cans of Foster's.
She decided to venture outside to see how the construction of the stage was progressing before she returned to her hotel suite back in Sydney. On her way to the door, Janet passed a small mirror that hung over the trailer's crude sink. She stopped to make sure none of her make-up had smeared while she slept. "That's funny," she thought. "My nose looks a little bigger." Janet shook her head to clear the cobwebs as she left the trailer. "I must be seeing things. I better take a long vacation after this show. The way thin
n/t
6 minutes and this awful holiday is over
:(
I sure do miss Old Ike.
I think I'm in LOVE!!! Isn't she a fox???!!!!!111
Dubya ordered police to shoot anti-war protesters?
Proof/evidence?
Jesus stood up straight and swiveled his head 180 degrees on his neck, eyes glowing red behind the pale visage of a re-animated 2000 year old pagan.
Then it came, a slow creak from the bowels of his fetid lungs, the slightest breaths being pulled from the rotting flaps around the lance scar. With a protracted, murmuring growl he spilled "Here is your game, Srim Redie will unlatch thine future."
I kicked Jesus back into the garbage can and pissed on his rotting corpse. "Saviour my ass, this is no second coming, 2000 years of kicking around and you still can't show up on time for your janitor duties at shakeys." This, of course, was my attempt at covering how deeply i was chilled by his revelation about Srim Redie.
Srim Redie, as if you dont know, is the penname for a middle aged asian woman using an internet program that keeps track of her daily eatAndShits. Naturally she is quite pleased at being Srim Redie, but what about "here is your game?"
What could that possibly mean?
It was still a nice day, and I decided to take a step outside of the shakeys to see if i could calm my nerves from the unholy uttering of the name from Jesus. Besides, I had been kicking that dead-jews ass all morning and my foot was getting tired. I stopped and breathed some of the pink air cycles screeching by my brain, and grabbed a croissant from a nearby tree. What was the connection between these figures? What was it that I could supposedly find the end through? The only answer was to make a log of my eatAndShits, deep dry it, and feed it to Jesus.
When I got back into shakeys, Jesus was using his heat ray vision to evaporate the last few spots of piss of his uniform, after which he began his world-famous frankenstein impression, chasing children and animals into the salad bar, where the prep cook would dice them and serve them as salami. Jesus was a good guy to have when you were killing children, he was into it. That didnt stop me from wanting to kick that bastards ass, though. I am an assistant manager for shakeys #3188, and there would be no slackers under my roof.
"C'mon Jesus, get the fucking lead out, I know its hard to walk on your feet with those big nail wounds, but you should really try and heal yourself one of these days. If you dont get a move on, Im gonna dock you!"
Jesus, gave me one of his hurt-puppy/puppy herder glances and sprayed a mouthful of bile on the last toddler scrambling his way into the foodprocessor. I decided to let that go for now. Instead, I pulled out a piccolino, and clapped my bare feet together while Jesus accompanied me as a singer. The prep cooked danced, and we turned the cameras on, to attract some customers for our famous lunch buffet.
they're gonna get dirty sanchezed either way
nobody escapes the dirty sanchez!
disclaimer: i tried out that being a commie radical liberal thing. Only thing is, I could only make myself nominally believe in the economics but not in any of the egalitarian world-peace bullshit.
What exactly do you left-wing psychos have against Bush and the war effort? Seriously. Saddam was a bad guy. So what if the war was over oil anyway. He was a bad guy, and now he's gone. Law of the jungle, baby (as you liberals are so pro-environment, you ought to respect that): the strongest survive. If we have the power to take what resources we need, then go USA. I have incredible respect for Rome. I think we ought to engage in wars just for profit. We ought to loot, raid, plunder, and pillege.
I am a Christian. I believe in Freedom, Liberty, and the Republican ideals of limited, representative government set out by our forefathers. However, I believe in those things for citizens and citizens only.
I don't believe in a standing army, but i see no reason not to raise armies for the "campaign season," go off and say, pillege Gaul, perhaps take some volunteers to garrison, and set out an empire. It seems perfectly legitimate to me. However, it's not going to happen, so who cares? A guy can dream, can't he?
However, liberal left-wingers seem to think that Saddam is more acceptable than GW Bush. Why is that? Seriously -- I cannot understand the logic behind the liberal mindset. While I am what would be concidered a "classical liberal," modern (post-Kennedy) liberalism is such a scarey, Marxist-in-sheep's-clothing sort of thing that I really cannot understand why anyone would support this.
What really pisses me off though, is that assuming that it's a valid point of view, why do you hide from it? Come out and just say that your goal is global socialism and world government. Come out and say that you are not tollerant of intollerance and think that everyone should be forced to accept everyone else reguardless. Come out and say that the average, hardworking american trying to get ahead and live the life that God intended is "double plus un-good."
You god damned eurocrat appeaser UN-Ball lickers make me sick. I swear, if Billery Clinton ever runs for president, I will pray day and night for her assassination, because i refuse to let New Yorkers have a say in my daily life. I am certainly not going to let some French son of a bitch even be allowed think about what I do here. And it'll be a cold day in hell before anyone takes my guns or forces me to take orders from some god damned Marxist-Leninist Africoon like the current Furher of the United Nations.
Are you being sarcastic or merely trolling? Either way you're a tool.
harmonious design
i'm not a liberal. i'm an anarchist.
governments can fuck off
religions can fuck off
it's every man's duty to tear down all those who would impose thier will on him
that is the truth
BTW, would you like a dirty sanchez?
Solidarity with the Iraqi resistance. End the occupation! End all borders! Sometimes imperialists get what they deserve.
The mutilated US "contractors" were actually mercenaries working for a private "security" firm, named USA Blackwater. The name "Blackwater" is derived from the nighttime water-entry commando activities of the Navy SEALs, because many of Blackwater's employees are former Navy SEALs or other ex-Special Forces military personnel.
The US, UK, and other militaries involved in the occupation of Iraq are relying heavily on private mercenaries to do "security" and other work that the Coalition forces are stretched too thin to do; another benefit of using mercs is that, because they're civilians, their deaths do not raise the official casualty numbers.
Some info on Blackwater and their employees
Jim DeHart Director of Facilities/Chief Design Officer 212 252-435-0012
Chris Taylor Director of Target Systems 213 252-435-0013
Jim Sierawski Director of Training 214 252-435-0014
Carol Confer Comptroller 215 252-435-0015
Yvette Cohens Accountant 216 252-435-0016
Brian Berrey Director of Security 217 252-435-0017
Danielle Morrison Director of Operations and Sales 219 252-435-0019
Carol Smeltzer Training Sales Coordinator 220 252-435-0020
Rob Howard Target Sales 221 252-435-0021
Linda Miller Target CAD Design 224 252-435-0024
Matthew Paxson Target Supervisor 226 252-435-0026 V Mail Only
Ken Cashwell Senior Training Instructor/Armorer 228 252-435-0028
Tony Vernon Facilities Supervisor 229 252-435-0029
John Carswell Supply/Procurement 204 252-435-2004
Julie Garza Kitchen 207 252-435-2488
Susan Behrens Reception 208 252-435-2488
Employees of Blackwater: Most should be in North Carolina
Gary Jackson President Gary served 23 years in the U. S. Navy as a SEAL, and worked through the ranks to earn a commission in 1989, retiring as a Chief Warrant Officer-4. His last job in the TEAM's was a 24-month tour as platoon commander of a Counter-Drug Platoon in the Caribbean. His leadership, diverse experience in planning and logistics, and incredible energy are the core of the Blackwater USA experience. "Our TEAM concept on the staff allows for each professional who trains at Blackwater to maximize his or her experience" Jim Sierawski jims@blackwaterusa.com Director of Training Jim has both a military and law enforcement background. He spent 22 years as a Navy SEAL, and retired as a Chief Warrant Officer-3 from SEAL Team EIGHT. Ten of those years were spent with an elite counter-terrorist unit. During his tour, he earned several decorations and awards. After retiring, Jim became a police officer with the City of Virginia Beach, Virginia. Jim was assigned to patrol division where he spent four years before joining Blackwater USA's team. His diverse experience in the fields of special operations, law enforcement, and security clearly qualify him to lead the Blackwater Training Center. "This is where the rubber meets the road, so to speak. We create customized and complete training packages that allow our customers to train harder and more efficiently and become better prepared for today's ever-changing world. When you come to Blackwater, come ready to work." Jim Dehart jimd@blackwaterusa.com Director of Facilities and Chief Design Officer Jim Dehart is responsible for all physical assets at Blackwater USA. He spent 15 years designing, building, and managing the U.S. Navy's most comprehensive and sophisticated small-arms ranges at SEAL Team SIX and Naval Special Warfare Development Group. Jim retired after 20 years as a Chief Gunner's Mate. Today, he is a leader at Blackwater USA because of his unwavering work ethic, creativity, and ability to execute. Jim heads up research and development for Blackwater Target Systems and designs complete range systems for our customers worldwide. Brian Berry brianb@blackwaterusa.com Director of Blackwater Security Consulting Brian has fi