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Duplicating Your Housekeys, From a Distance
Roland Piquepaille writes "Some clever computer scientists at UC San Diego (UCSD) have developed a software that can perform key duplication with just a picture of the key — taken from up to 200 feet. One of the researchers said 'we built our key duplication software system to show people that their keys are not inherently secret.' He added that on sites like Flickr, you can find many photos of people's keys that can be used to easily make duplicates. Apparently, some people are blurring 'numbers on their credit cards and driver's licenses before putting those photos on-line,' but not their keys. This software project is quite interesting, but don't be too afraid. I don't think that many of you put a photo of their keys online — with their addresses." I wonder when I'll be able to order more ordinary duplicate keys by emailing in a couple of photos.
They probably just use their slanted squinty little sheltered eyes to get clear focus of the keys.
Dear Mr. Coleman:
Your wife wears John McCain's Navy boots!
Although Norm Coleman wants nothing less than to pander to our worst fears, I want this letter to speak a language of reconciliation, not retaliation. Let's get down to brass tacks: He is an obnoxious, sophomoric vigilante. I use that label only when it's true. If you don't believe it is, then consider that Coleman's cringers assert that Coleman's hastily mounted campaigns are Right with a capital R. This is precisely the non-equation that Coleman is trying to patch together. What he's missing, as usual, is that if he can one day let down ladders that the sneaky, improvident, and hopeless scramble to climb then the long descent into night is sure to follow.
It is no news that Coleman has two imperatives. The first is to gag free speech. The second imperative is to hamstring our efforts to challenge him to defend his deeds or else to change them. If I didn't sincerely believe that there are a number of conceptual, logical, and methodological flaws in his flimflams, then I wouldn't be writing this letter.
Coleman's homophobic actions paint pictures of loathsome worlds inhabited by destructive troublemakers. Coleman then blames us for that. Now there's a prizewinning example of psychological projection if I've ever seen one. His desire to encourage the acceptance of scapegoating and demonization is incontrovertible evidence that Coleman harbors some ostentatious grudges. Interestingly, Coleman doesn't seem to care about that.
I, speaking as someone who is not a grotty, poxy dingbat, just want to create a world in which obscurantism, gnosticism, and demagogism are all but forgotten. That's why I propose, argue, cajole, plead, wheedle, and joke about ways to provide an antidote to contemporary manifestations of unctuous terrorism. If Coleman's invectives get any more elitism-prone, I expect they'll grow legs and attack me in my sleep.
What is often overlooked, however, is that there is no excuse for the innumerable errors of fact, the slovenly and philistine artistic judgments, the historical ineptitude, the internal contradictions, and the various half-truths, untruths, and gussied-up truths that litter every one of Coleman's essays from the first word to the last. On theoretical grounds alone, Coleman's statements are so filled with errors that I feel some futility in replying to them. This is not what I think; this is what I know. I additionally know that Coleman says that he needs a little more time to clean up his act. As far as I'm concerned, Coleman's time has run out.
As if you didn't know, an understanding of the damage that may be caused by Coleman's rummy précis isn't something I expect everyone to develop the first time they hear about it. That's why I write over and over again and from so many different angles about how Coleman's helots were recently seen causing riots in the streets. That's not a one-time accident or oversight. That's Coleman's policy. Remember, though, that just because I have one view of an issue and Coleman has a different view does not in itself mean that Coleman is an insecure, diabolic gutter-dweller and a vengeful liar. But when Coleman says that the Universe belongs to him by right, he's simply lying. That's why I maintain that Coleman doesn't know everything. Regular readers of my letters probably take that for granted, but if I am to drive off and disperse the inaniloquent communism enthusiasts who convince others that two-faced reprobates are the "chosen people" of scriptural prophecy, I must explain to the population at large that I believe in "live and let live". Coleman, in contrast, demands not only tolerance and acceptance of his sophistries but endorsement of them. It's because of such maladroit demands that I believe that he doesn't want us to prescribe a course of action. He would rather we settle for the meatless bone of mandarinism.
I don't just contend that the best way to seek liberty, equality, and fraternity is to oppose Coleman and all he stands for;
I hope we can start duplicating assholes from photographs soon. There is one particular photo I have in mind.