IL School District to Monitor Student Blogs

tinkertim writes "According to a Yahoo article, a school district in Libertyville, IL will be holding students accountable for illegal actions discussed in their MySpace blogs even if such actions in no way involved the school or another student. A spokesperson for the school district was quoted as saying: 'The concept that searching a blog site is an invasion of privacy is almost an oxymoron,' he said. 'It is called the World Wide Web.' Supposedly, no direct monitoring or snooping will be done unless the school receives a report from a concerned parent, community member or other student."

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And again

[dacarr]

I've said it before, so I'll say it again. If you don't want your information out in the open for the world to see, DON'T FUCKING PUT IT ON THE INTERNET!

Join the DHS K12 Total-Information-Turtles Program

[gd23ka]

Back in the days when I was their age we didn't have blogs. We did have acid however. I wonder how you're going to find me going from this? It's got everything in it:

Here fictious-student-me admits to taking drugs and using stolen credit card numbers and on top of that announces a violent crime and USES INAPPROPIATE, OBSCENE AND FOUL LANGUAGE(!)...

Yesterday evening I dropped an acid. Yes. Those little pieces of paper with Mickey Mouse on them. Only mine didn't have Mickey Mouse on it, it was Goofy :-). I waited half an hour but nothing happened so I did something remarkably stupid: I stuck another on the tip of my tongue, drenched it with my saliva and sucked all the Lisagig Diatelamyte out of it until it was completely try. Half an hour later: still nothing happened. I felt like a little antsy but hey I've been feeling that way all day. So what I do? You guessed it, I took another one. I had three by seven O'clock they were all gone. Had Dinner with Mom & Pop. During the middle of it I almost coughed most of the mashed potatoes back on my plate because I thought what it'd be like if the Acid hit me while I was sitting at the table. I went up into my room after dinner and fired up my spanking new what I got for christmas. I can afford to (With the credit card numbers + cvv numbers I got from #cardz-rus). I was playing I don't remember what when it hit me all of the sudden. Fuck! I MEAN FUCKING SHIT! Hey Motherfuckuh, you shoulda been there! I don't remember a whole lot right now but I can remember seeing geometric forms, colors and all of the sudden I am FREE and I can get undressed and I flopped onto my bed and then did something amazing and when that RUSH! RUSH! of cosmic energy went through me like a FUCKING POWERDRILL through my skull and now brain's pulsating both on the insides and outsides, dammit I could see it!, those shades of red, those geometric figures, those pulsating colors, that music that beat sounding off the fabrics of life, reality and universal intelligence all and then I WAS IN FUCKING TERENCE MCKENNA Land, I kid you not. Not with the DMT elves but pretty much close because I wasn't in Kansas anymore. Tell you what, you're not going to believe me until you've tried it yourselves. This TRIP it LASTED FOR HOURS, LITERALLY. It came on slow, actually I wasn't expecting it at all anymore and it stayed with me until the morning as I am typing this before class. Hey! I've been illuminated by it too, because when I close my eyes I can see this white light and I know everything is alright. Oh and I actually learned something from it too. I'm going to bring a baseball bat and just swing it directly into the face of our principal. Maybe that's what it'll take to illuminate that sick and worthless piece of shit of a bureaucrat. Swing into into his face so he drops to the floor and then bring it down hard on his head to bust his skull wide open. Gonna wear black today.

Oh okay.. let's see what clues we have here:

The "perp" ingested a presumably high dosis of Lysergic Diathelamide or similar substance
The "perp" owns a video game console they got for christmas and has access to stolen credit cards.
The "perp" has access to a PC where he presumably accesses an irc channel #cardz-rus
The "perp" has access to a baseball bat.

Without being able to test all students for LSD, search PC's for irc clients and subpoena internet
records you're going to have to wait for that one kid that actually shows up with a baseball bat
in your office (unless you're plugged into the DHS K12 Total-Information-Turtles Program)