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Full-Disclosure Wins Again
twistedmoney99 writes "The full-disclosure debate is a polarizing one. However, no one can argue that disclosing a vulnerability publicly often results in a patch — and InformIT just proved it again. In March, Seth Fogie found numerous bugs in EZPhotoSales and reported it to the vendor, but nothing was done. In August the problem was posted to Bugtraq, which pointed to a descriptive article outlining numerous bugs in the software — and guess what happens? Several days later a patch appears. Coincidence? Probably not considering the vendor stated "..I'm not sure we could fix it all anyway without a rewrite." Looks like they could fix it, but just needed a little full-disclosure motivation."
In the Ghetto Part I
It was pitch-black in the roach-infested double-wide trailer. All was quiet except for the gurgling sound of an infant, shut away in its own room.
The floor creaked as a mass of flesh made its way to the infant's room. The door slowly opened, creating a growing triangle of light on the floor. The infant coughed and gagged and began to cry as it was overpowered by the horrid stench.
"It's time to suck on daddy's special pacifier, Marticock!"
As the door creaked shut, the whale in the master bedroom wept into her pillow. What kind of life was this for her precious little Marticock?
In the Ghetto Part II
Reza sat at the kitchen table, her cigarette smoke blending with the steam rising from her coffee cup. She took a sip of coffee and adjusted the rollers in her hair. She rubbed her eyes, which were still puffy from crying into her pillow all night.
Vlad shuffled into the room, wearing nothing but his briefs and a stained t- shirt, "hey you fat, pig, how are you this morning," he burped.
"Vlad, we have to talk."
"What now, fat-ass?"
"It's about Marticock. You have to stop molesting him... I think it will make it harder for him to make friends later on..."
Vlad slammed his fist onto the table, causing Reza to jump. She farted.
"You're not supposed to think, bitch! You're supposed to be making me breakfast! Where is it?!"
"Vlad, please..."
"Remember when we saw the Matrix Reloaded last weekend? THAT'S the style of Martial Arts I practice, bitch. You're about to get a FREE LESSON!"
Reza rose from her chair, causing it to fall over and ran - as best she could - into the bedroom to cry again.
"Fucking bitch," Vlad farted.
In the Ghetto Part III
Vlad sat on the living room couch, the cushions torn and vomiting foam from their inner core as he bounced up and down in excitement. He screamed at the television, as he shook his fist at it, sending Budweiser spilling out all over the floor.
"Come on, you goddamn white boy, if I wuz in there, he'd be dead now. Let's see some goddamn wrestling!"
Vlad didn't notice the doorbell ringing and continued screaming obsessively at the television as Reza bounced through the room to open the door.
Reza stood at the doorway in a sheeny, purple, see-through nighty, smiling at the black couple who greeted her, "hi I'm Reza! You must be Pedro and Florence from the personal ad..."
As a commercial flashed onto the television, Vlad turned to see what all the comotion was about. He recognized Pedro in the blue cathode-ray glow, "hey DOOOOOG!"
Vlad hopped from the couch, emitting a spurt of gas as he did so.
Pedro and Florence, who was holding a fat black child with curly hair, entered the dingey apartment. Vlad and Pedro high-fived each other and then Pedro began to rap:
This is Pedro G
Gangsta P
Sippin' on Hi-C
Smokin' PCP
Smooooooth Nigga
Vlad began to break-dance to the off-the-cuff rap. Farting with each bend of the leg and twist of the waist.
Oooooooh. A little Mastah B on the Bonus T
Got it goin' on girl
Droppin' Baby Marticock on your ass, Byatttch
Vlad and Pedro laughed heartily and butted guts.
"You ready to do some swappin' V-Dog," Pedro drooled. Reza grew wet with the suggestion.
"You bet I is, bro," Vlad replied eagerly. He trampled off into the other room, much to Reza's confusion.
In no time at all, Vlad returned holding Marticock, gurgling and farting. Pedro took his child from Florence and exchanged him for Marticock.
Reza frowned and shook her head, "no, no, no!"
Vlad and Pedro laughed as Reza and Florence ran into the bedroom to weep.
Vlad grinned as he removed the black child's diaper, "this is gonna be good! I never cornholed me a nigra before!"
In the Ghetto Part IV
Reza gazed into the bathroom mirror. The sense of despair overwhelmed her. Vlad's nightly visits to Marticock the Gurgling Penis Socket had been torturing her for weeks. She hadn't slept at all and it was beginning to show. The bags under her eyes were dark and full. Her eyes wer
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Somebody should have reminded the Republicans about that a few years ago.