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Craig Mundie Wants "Internet Driver's Licenses"
I Don't Believe in Imaginary Property writes "Craig Mundie, Microsoft's Chief Research and Strategy Officer, called for the creation of an 'Internet Driver's License' at the World Economic Forum in Davos, saying, 'If you want to drive a car you have to have a license to say that you are capable of driving a car, the car has to pass a test to say it is fit to drive and you have to have insurance.' Of course, there are quite a few problems with this. For starters, internet use cannot yet cause death or dismemberment like car accidents can; and this would get rid of most of the good of internet anonymity while retaining all of the bad parts, especially in terms of expanding the market for stolen identities. Even though telephone networks have long been used by scammers and spammers/telemarketers, we've never needed a 'Telephone Driver's License.'"
The road to ruin was paved with good intentions.
FYI - that's road to Hell, not just ruin.
In Boswell's Life of Johnson, in an entry marked April 16, 1775, Boswell quotes Johnson as saying (on some other occasion), "Hell is paved with good intentions." Note, no prefatory "the road to..." Boswell's editor, Malone, added a footnote indicating this is a 'proverbial sentence,' and quoting an earlier 1651 source (yet still not in the common wording).
Robert Wilson, in the newsgroup alt.quotations, provided two other sources prior to Johnson. John Ray, in 1670, cited as a proverb "Hell is paved with good intentions." Even earlier than that, it's been attributed to Saint Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153), as "Hell is full of good intentions or desires."
Excuse me sir but do you know what I pulled you over?
"Personal ownership is a hallmark of conservative capitalism. And I don't believe I am entitled to anything that I did n
I'm twenty five years old, and up until two weeks ago, I was a virgin. Too
many celibacy had worn my self-esteem down to the point where I was finally
willing to pay for sex. I'll spare you the details of the event, as this is
not what I am writing about.
After having completed the act, the prostitute whose services I had rented
immediately exclaimed that something had felt weird. With no particular
ceremony, she grabbed my now-flaccid member and subjected it to an intense
examination, while biting her thumbnail in consternation.
After a brief period, she informed me that my penis was deformed, in her
professional opinion. I had spent my entire life without ever seeing another
man urinate, so I was not aware that the output usually emits from the end
of the head, not the underside, where mine does.
I'd like to know if I should seek the advice of a doctor or plastic surgeon?
Is this the sort of thing that can, or even should be corrected? I've lived
with it for twenty five years, and it hasn't bothered me. Is there really
any reason to worry about this?