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GoDaddy Holds Domains Hostage
saikou writes "There were previous reports of GoDaddy, one of the biggest domain name registrars, attacking Bittorrent sites with frivolous interpretation of their own Terms of Service (that story was resolved), and now similar events unfold with clients of one of Russian domain registrars Majordomo.ru -- GoDaddy has informed them that all 1399 client domains are now blocked (story in Russian) due to 'many of your domain names were
listed in the Spamhaus.org blacklist or were resolving to a name server
or IP address listed in the Spamhaus.org blacklist' with a demand of a neat '$199 non-refundable
administration fee to the credit card on file for your account for each
domain name you wish to reactivate' or $50 for each domain to be transferred out into another registrar.
I am all for fighting spam, but given how unreliable spam black-lists are such actions simply damage the internet. Instead of affecting people that use spam lists to control the inflow of mail to some degree, all users are effectively forced to be black-list clients.
Now all one needs to shut down a site is a few reports of spamming, and the domain (or even better, all domains of a given small registrar) will be suspended."
Cherry Bell, Sungold, Dombito, Inca; he knew all the commercial names of the outdoor varieties by heart. He even knew some of the Latin terminology. He sometimes thought of himself as a pimp, nurturing his progeny until they could go out among the home-grown produce of the world and earn him his just desserts. He even had private names for some of the more succulent beauties, the Fat Growers he called them. He lusted after the Plum tomatoes more than would be considered normal at any garden fête or allotment meeting, but nobody knew about his nocturnal habits, not yet.
His name was Reginal Potter, and he loved the feel of them against his flesh in the chill mid-Summer evenings after sun set. You could hear the leathery squeak as the firm flesh edged back your foreskin, coming, coming - always hit the spot.
He had been reading up on them all day on his two acre allotment. He had planted his deck chair in the shade of the plum tree and had fanatically read up on his favourite beauties from the new book he had found in the quaint bookshop in the Stephenson Alley, just north of the Town Hall.
The plastic walls of his potting shed wept condensation tears as the wet heat within them slickened his skin. It was late the same day now. He had a tan on his arms and on the back of his neck. As he touched the firm skin of the fruit, he could feel his fattening erection pressing against the right hand side of his khaki summer shorts. He closed his eyes, deeply inhaling the warm, sweet scent, savouring the aroma that told him the fruit on the vine was ripe for plucking. But not yet, he promised himself.
These have to be the juiciest of all his efforts. His prize winners. He took the bulging forest of a potted Gardener's Delight and held it against his naked chest as the sweat dripped down his back. Should I take off my summer shorts, he whispered out loud in the damp sweltering confines. He could see out of the plastic walls of his potting shed the jackal silhouettes scampering across yonder hill. He knew they would be the only witness to his rampant cock, leaping like a hurdling horse in the gaping bushel of night. Knew only the owls would pick up the rustling of leaves against his exposed perineum, the top two inches of the supporting stick inserted carefully up his pouting rectum, glistening with KY. He began to ease off the khaki coloured summer shorts, unable to control his need any longer.
Reginal Potter plucked the biggest, ripest tomato from his prize winning tomato plant. She was special; she gave him an endless yield of mutantly massive fruits time after time. He pierced the flesh with two dirt-stained digits, sighing as he fingered her tomato-cunt, her juices flowing over her skin and down his forearm, her acidity making his flesh tingle. He slid his ass off the stick with a sucking noise and sat on the ground. He leaned back into an embrace of succulent foliage, fine tomato hairs tickling his slick skin. His cock throbbed and bobbed against his belly aching for the feel of the organic pussy.
He thrust inside her, his huge cock squelching her little seeds all over him like vegetable female ejaculate. He loved the squelching noise she made as he fucked her; the vacuum caused by her wrapping her pulp around him and the motion of his wide cock made it seem almost as if she were sucking him with juicy red lips.
Reginal Potter moaned into the humid darkness, his breath coming in short gasps as he thrust in and out of her, red tomato flesh and throbbing skin knitted together beautifully in what was to him the perfect nature lover's fuck. His cock erupted and their juices swam together, her plump, fleshy mouth like that of a Malaysian girl sucking him dry as he thrashed around in the throes of his climax. He was ravenous now. He plunged his dentures into his red-hot lover greedily and ate of her flesh, squashing her into his bristly face, drinking down all her exotic juices, perfectly complimented by the still-warm salt of his own seed. He reached for another juicy red fruit, in
The summary is quite clear. This is Russia and confusion/extortion is business as usual. It's just that American audiences are shocked - shocked! - to see international companies having lower business ethics than a typical American company like Enron.
The guy who runs GoDaddy is a rabid rightwinger. Any surprise he's gaming the system to make maximum money, though it shuts down free speech (by stealing its name)?
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make install -not war
"...SBL-XBL, RBL/RBLs, YMMV, FUD..."
HUH?
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I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer.
Then, clearly, anyone doing business with GoDaddy is a fool. They reserve the right to screw you over for no reason.
-I like my women like I like my tea: green-
64.233.166.178 - Server's IP
178.166.233.64 - Your checked IP
Nice try, troll. You're on my foes list.
Why is it that when you believe something it's an opinion, but when I believe something it's a manifesto?
is exactly what the situation now calls for. In the beginning, simple reminders on the part of the service provider and a no-tolerance policy toward rogue users would have been enough. Now, with the problem several orders of magnitude greater, we are forced to resort to draconian measures just to catch up. The further things deteriorate, the harsher the solution must become. It's like the US/Mexico immigration issue. The US sat by and watched things deteriorate, and now there's something like 18% of the Mexican population living in the 'States.
I have no sympathy for those that get caught spamming. If we'd been tougher about it sooner, it wouldn't be so bad now.