Maybe you just don't know how to breathe. Smoking is the primary method for continuing to dry out and tighten up from the inside.
Frontal lobes. The needs of the voting outweigh the needs of the runtling. Catch the plague if you don't know how to breathe.
That thing that spock is changing, that's the same as teh shower water font in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest". That's the law of Tor and the brain canopy that you will never remove.
Take a human brain. Clog it up with boogers. See how the neural impulses get blocked, like in vivo bio-resistors? Notice how you kick out boogers, and sometimes they're dark little strands, and you think "the worms ate into his brain"? But you make the excuse: you smoked too much last night, you had that cigar, you spent the day working in the garden or hauling dirt and using the leaf blower, and the dust collected there, and that's what makes it dark. Maybe you see the little strings in it, but you press it on the kleenex and it smears, so obviously it wasn't ever any cohesive structure.
Nawww, that's a sea-p-honie (seahorse). The neural impulses help it electrify and loosen up.
More info on seaponies and other such neural retardations:
War in La Jolla, seventh year, seventy-third entry (http://slashdot.org/journal.pl?op=display&uid=1026842)
The new national standard stupidity test. How many new random tourist single day stay dogs, daily, would "they" need to bring to you for you to figure out what their power trip is and what they do for their money? Ten dogs, daily? Background noise. Twenty dogs daily? There's an excuse here, for the money, that more people with dogs are moving in. New dogs, single day stay? Don't pay much attention. Good excuse (laugh at this and then walk down that ramp). Thirty dogs? More people moving in. New dogs? Don't care. For weeks now? Too busy. Forty dogs? Would you be able to figure it out at forty new dogs daily? Don't pay much attention. Move the dogs that they surprise you at significant frames in time; at cash register transactions, when you cross through a doorway, in particular when you leave the lavatory or just as you begin eating. Would that help you pay more attention? How stupid are you? Fifty dogs, up to months? Would you be able to figure out what they do for their money, what their power trip is, that their game is to play the passive aggressive pranks on unsuspecting workers (and each other)? Sixty dogs? What's your IQ?
If they were all wearing K-mart t-shirts, would you be able to figure it out? What if they all wore arm bands? Do you need a new witness for every dog or do you need seven different signatures in red ink for every dog every day? When are you required by law to be smarter than the telephone? When are you required by law to be more intelligent than the fork you dropped while eating? When are you absolutely required by law to be more intelligent than the video game controller? When, watching football, are you required by law to be smarter than the remote control? When do you figure out what their power trip is and what they do for their money?
Once you figure out what they do for their money, what are they doing with all those children? Those are all the super hammer chldren, the disposable heroes. They eat the ham that the contracted "they" are not required. Travel agencies worldwide are offering vacation pacakages including a complimentary one-to-three day stay in La Jolla, if you qualify with dog and super hammer child. Then they bring the hammer children, with dog, to see the homeless man.
Jesus. You're supposed to go for a long walk. Moses and Elijah told you so. It's a food chain. The difference between wood alcohol and grain alcohol. Farm sh*t reduces to methanol. They know exactly how super that super hammer child must be to go blind. Jesus, when you go for your forty day walk, they ramp the kid up to be a superstar futures investor, and then you walk back into town and the Sadduccees claim some space-time continuum thing makes you responsible for the blindness. Not just one. They probably have a few dozen super farm sh*t eating disposable heroes lined up for somebody like Jesus. There are entire scary movie subdivisions completely stocked, like SimCity, to hide rings of super hammer children. Then, when appropriate, the hammer children are brought into contact with an eligible target. When the super hammer child goes blind then all hell breaks loose on the target's life and the background gossip is that they deserve it. They control the horizontal and the vertical, they control all contact you have and everything you see and what else goes on around you all day long, but when that super hammer farm sh*t eating proxy child ("WE LET YOU WATCH AND NOW YOU MUST EAT IT! IT'S YOUR PART! WE LET YOU WATCH!" barking of machine gun fire, does nothing to me now) goes blind, then YOU'RE TO BLAME, YOU'RE AT FAULT, IT WAS YOU, YOU DESERVE WHATEVER WOE YOU'RE GETTING, WE HOPE IT HAPPENS TO YOU, WAAH WAAH WAAH.
Sure. Show me another farm shit eating pedophilia doll with a dog. We're up t
The world is a four hundred year carnival; the wheel of technology. 1820-1900, the dark ages and water plumbing, people kill each other for a can of beans and blanket in deserted urban slums or remote urban wildernesses while the supermanagers use them for ridiculous animalsex entertainment rituals. 1900-2020, wars and politics and the development of digital technology. 2020-2120, internet exploration into the neural synapses of sex, wearing them all out. 2120-2180, the unveiling and revelation of all of the needle and thread surgical technology of the sphinx, eunuchs, abominations, seven layers of human algae salad in denial (from the Nile), culminating in the final revelation that green eggs and ham has been a million dollars since the beginning, dog fellatio and ingestion of dog feces. 2180-2220, "WAH WAH WAH! I had to do it and now I want to see somebody else do it!", push-button performance review popularity contest, chicken glove carrot on a stick, everybody wears a backpack and signs into various kingdoms of push-button tallying and scheduled updates, medical dental prosthetic (an offer you can't refuse, conscientious objectors) is part of the package. Butcher chop finale pushes the remainder onto space ship furnaces (fired up to hell) trying to escape or through screening lines for limited space in hidden cellars. Two generations in the cellars and the lemmings are stupid as dirt and the carnval reopens with a subsegment of the population, using their secret wire communications technologies, as the supermanagers.
The global neural net has been in place in the sphinx since long before that stupid lawn troll was put out in front of the pyramid.
Well, of course not, because with all eight of any servers at the level of certificate authority were hacked then you may as well consider everything else in the world to be fully hacked, too. Really, that's not an exaggeration. All eight? Do you know what an 8250 drive is? It's a security testing device. It has a stack of steel plates around the power supply to suppress any potential flux in the magnetic field which could be used to overload the r/w heads. They deliberately match each drive against each other with race competitions of algorithms on the disks just to try to get one to burn. Now, take that kind of matched security testing premise and apply it to an octogon of hacked certificate authorities.
You're fucked. And you likely suck dog dick for money.
Right? I saw "replace packets with algebra" and I thought of the rotating spindle of the kernel, or even the rotating spindle of the core processor. Why do processors not single step very well in modern day? The packets have been replaced with algebra. The rotating spindles assist to feed the proper segments to the proper areas, actually querying for the result of any particular exact memory location is an ever-changing game of "guess what number I'm thinking of, lower, higher" which often changes while guessing a number.
The "brilliant jerk", if he or she exists in your workplace, is the stand-in-mummy elected for that area.
You don't know stand in mummy?
The great sphinx and the great wall of china both architecturally model a set of cues known collectively as "the facts". You were born in them, you are raised and taught and trained in them, and you will probably die in them. "The facts" describe a system of rituals which serve as complete anchors for every second of every day of the lives of the people in them. "The facts" include, as an operational subsystem, a financial system of accounting and tracking which is matched and calibrated against other methods of numerical accounting. One of the numerical accounting systems is a mummified baby, known in bible scripture as Ham Isaac Jesus Christ. The precursor to the mummified baby was Cain, a branding system. The numerical accounting is matched by cutting down and regimenting all food and fruit bearing life on the planet.
The mummy baby, eventually allowed to crack the case of cinderella's carriage, provides a human walkaround pivot point to schedule and coordinate all of the other sets of "facts" which will describe the ritual performance of the lives of the other humans around them. If your area does not actually have a mummified individual then one of you will be picked to be "it" and the system of the "facts", all of the mosque temple synagogue church rituals and then all of the people working for jobs, will be wrapped around the "stand in mummy".
The brilliant jerk at work is the assigned stand in mummy.
Google assisted me to find this writeup of the comic which led for me to recall using a Super Snapshot v6 (red) cartridge with a C=64 to attempt to print the Doriath map frame by frame. In the beginning the plan was to mount the frames on a large piece of fiberboard but, as the weeks went on, I quickly determined that the fiberboard would never support the entire map. Maybe I printed twenty or thirty of them in that fine dithered greyscale on the Panasonic KX-P1080i.
Nine additional felony charges? In the world of science is a principle called,'Heat it until it breaks." If the reaction does not work then begin increasing temperature and profiling the mixture by TLC (or other available method) until it works or becomes an irresolute splatter pattern. I am positive that he didn't discover the exploit on day zero and promptly rootkit the world on day one. Just one how stupid is the remainder?
due to historical evolutions in social cues and associations it is common for people to mistake, mischange, interrelate, and otherwise incorrectly obfuscate the associations of "bread" and "wine", ie. the desire of boredom and the desire of care and worry.
Do note the spacial relation of the bread and wine during an appropriate training participation.
After years of watching modem transfers at progressive transfer rates, byte for byte, and then auditing those bytes on disk and in memory--for the purpose of training the brain to work in that fashion--print out and read mostly all of tldp.org while attending day after day of near zombie addict irc and slashdot attendance. That likely may not work quite the same way now due to the revision dates and relevance of the majority of the material. Wait another three or four hundred years for the technology wheel to cycle around and maybe you will be able to ride it next time.
I know that this is a site catering primarily to the major media of common perception but, as a nation of technomancers who arose from educated mathematicians and computer science and engineers, could we please recognize a few things?
The majority of society is managed by wealth. The wealth is maintained in a very primal mechanism of nature: hate. Those individuals who rise to the tops of their professions are the most cutthroat and methodical in executing their plans, at the expense of their coworkers and peers, because they condition themselves to be that way. That conditioned training is taught to them by maintaining, daily, throughout life, a personal list of hate. They have more, they get more, they take more, they will devise ways to bilk you out of whatever you have that they will always have more and you will always do what they say to get any.
Nothing feeds the execution (as in executing program code) of a list of hate than being able to watch and listen in on other people who are unaware of the surveillance. Microphones and cameras are available in extraordinarily tiny sizes and may be placed anywhere. Do not think of it as a conspiracy to be dismissed. Simply accept that there is not a single inch of your public, your homes, your restaraunts, your shopping centers, and your marital retreat vacation resorts that isn't mic'd and cam'd. Nothing is more useful in defeating the competition and maintaining an edge over your enemies than watching them have sex when they believe that they are alone in private... NOTHING.
The Lord creator of the universe has placed a little joke on time and space by including, in the design of subatomic physics, the concept of matched oscillating modes for particles. On the macroscale this translates into crystals, such as diamonds. A large crystal neatly fractured into two parts will continue to resonate and oscillate in modes (both audio and electromagnetic) as if it remained as a single crystal. If the second half of the crystal is fractured into multiple pieces then each individual piece will compose some polynomial factor of the entire function which models the complete oscillating mode of the first half. It is plain to see that diamond chips for microphones and phonograph pickup needles operate on oscillating modes--each and every microphone and phonograph crystal was fractured from a mother piece. The ancient Egyptian pyramids were designed with cochlear shaped passageways that the temple priests could listen in to the chips, embedded in tokens or amulets, given to the population, which mother chip was buried in a properly designed subwoofer box at the audio apex of the cochlear design. The ark of the covenant contained a matched set of listening crystals. This is not new technology.
There is no such thing as privacy. Just get over it.
What does your brain look like when you click "hotmail"? How about "teen"? How about "cheeseburger"? Have you seen your brain image when clicking "I ACCEPT"?
The chairs in your doctor's offices, interview offices, lending offices, etc. do not move very often, do they?
Do you suppose that, in the modern age of nanotech, there's a combination of a brain scan with a speed reading radar gun?
Got your thought again--morons. It's an MRI cannon, works like a hand-held highway radar gun, and about one in fifty people have the dollars and the social connections to get their hands on one. Have you read ten minutes of any article to profile your brain word for word, have you recite a ten minute speech into a recorder, maybe have you sit in an interview session, how about your performance review for stress testing the brain scan, or just watch you in particular when you surf porn at night and profile your neural networks for every mouse click.
Morons. Do you suppose it's good enough to read passwords as you type them? Would you like to bet real money on that? I could use a few dollars and a nice place to sleep and shower for a few days.
Morons. We don't need no stinking electrodes. We have been playing around with oscilloscopes wired to directional microphone dishes since the thirties.
any government claiming to be "of and by the people" should draft legislation
Government, such as the US, has the power to borrow money on the credit of the nation (Article I, Section 8, claus 5). The borrowed money exists within a system which grants credit only with the collateral of a delicately immolated human being tracking the exact monetary amount. The global worldwide financial millenia-old system is obviously crooked, depraved, and unconscionable from day one.
Slashdot Mirror
Classic slashdot type story. These were the golden years...
Maybe you just don't know how to breathe. Smoking is the primary method for continuing to dry out and tighten up from the inside.
Frontal lobes. The needs of the voting outweigh the needs of the runtling. Catch the plague if you don't know how to breathe.
That thing that spock is changing, that's the same as teh shower water font in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest". That's the law of Tor and the brain canopy that you will never remove.
Take a human brain. Clog it up with boogers. See how the neural impulses get blocked, like in vivo bio-resistors? Notice how you kick out boogers, and sometimes they're dark little strands, and you think "the worms ate into his brain"? But you make the excuse: you smoked too much last night, you had that cigar, you spent the day working in the garden or hauling dirt and using the leaf blower, and the dust collected there, and that's what makes it dark. Maybe you see the little strings in it, but you press it on the kleenex and it smears, so obviously it wasn't ever any cohesive structure.
Nawww, that's a sea-p-honie (seahorse). The neural impulses help it electrify and loosen up.
More info on seaponies and other such neural retardations:
http://mapfortu.wikidot.com/
What makes a genius? Clear the boogers out. Until you drop your voice you do nothing but make up crazy excuses.
GNU make is great!
War in La Jolla, seventh year, seventy-third entry (http://slashdot.org/journal.pl?op=display&uid=1026842)
The new national standard stupidity test. How many new random tourist single day stay dogs, daily, would "they" need to bring to you for you to figure out what their power trip is and what they do for their money? Ten dogs, daily? Background noise. Twenty dogs daily? There's an excuse here, for the money, that more people with dogs are moving in. New dogs, single day stay? Don't pay much attention. Good excuse (laugh at this and then walk down that ramp). Thirty dogs? More people moving in. New dogs? Don't care. For weeks now? Too busy. Forty dogs? Would you be able to figure it out at forty new dogs daily? Don't pay much attention. Move the dogs that they surprise you at significant frames in time; at cash register transactions, when you cross through a doorway, in particular when you leave the lavatory or just as you begin eating. Would that help you pay more attention? How stupid are you? Fifty dogs, up to months? Would you be able to figure out what they do for their money, what their power trip is, that their game is to play the passive aggressive pranks on unsuspecting workers (and each other)? Sixty dogs? What's your IQ?
If they were all wearing K-mart t-shirts, would you be able to figure it out? What if they all wore arm bands? Do you need a new witness for every dog or do you need seven different signatures in red ink for every dog every day? When are you required by law to be smarter than the telephone? When are you required by law to be more intelligent than the fork you dropped while eating? When are you absolutely required by law to be more intelligent than the video game controller? When, watching football, are you required by law to be smarter than the remote control? When do you figure out what their power trip is and what they do for their money?
Once you figure out what they do for their money, what are they doing with all those children? Those are all the super hammer chldren, the disposable heroes. They eat the ham that the contracted "they" are not required. Travel agencies worldwide are offering vacation pacakages including a complimentary one-to-three day stay in La Jolla, if you qualify with dog and super hammer child. Then they bring the hammer children, with dog, to see the homeless man.
Jesus. You're supposed to go for a long walk. Moses and Elijah told you so. It's a food chain. The difference between wood alcohol and grain alcohol. Farm sh*t reduces to methanol. They know exactly how super that super hammer child must be to go blind. Jesus, when you go for your forty day walk, they ramp the kid up to be a superstar futures investor, and then you walk back into town and the Sadduccees claim some space-time continuum thing makes you responsible for the blindness. Not just one. They probably have a few dozen super farm sh*t eating disposable heroes lined up for somebody like Jesus. There are entire scary movie subdivisions completely stocked, like SimCity, to hide rings of super hammer children. Then, when appropriate, the hammer children are brought into contact with an eligible target. When the super hammer child goes blind then all hell breaks loose on the target's life and the background gossip is that they deserve it. They control the horizontal and the vertical, they control all contact you have and everything you see and what else goes on around you all day long, but when that super hammer farm sh*t eating proxy child ("WE LET YOU WATCH AND NOW YOU MUST EAT IT! IT'S YOUR PART! WE LET YOU WATCH!" barking of machine gun fire, does nothing to me now) goes blind, then YOU'RE TO BLAME, YOU'RE AT FAULT, IT WAS YOU, YOU DESERVE WHATEVER WOE YOU'RE GETTING, WE HOPE IT HAPPENS TO YOU, WAAH WAAH WAAH.
Sure. Show me another farm shit eating pedophilia doll with a dog. We're up t
In related news, what is really happening is that Comcast may sublicense already existing wifi transceivers on cars, buses, and humans.
The world is a four hundred year carnival; the wheel of technology. 1820-1900, the dark ages and water plumbing, people kill each other for a can of beans and blanket in deserted urban slums or remote urban wildernesses while the supermanagers use them for ridiculous animalsex entertainment rituals. 1900-2020, wars and politics and the development of digital technology. 2020-2120, internet exploration into the neural synapses of sex, wearing them all out. 2120-2180, the unveiling and revelation of all of the needle and thread surgical technology of the sphinx, eunuchs, abominations, seven layers of human algae salad in denial (from the Nile), culminating in the final revelation that green eggs and ham has been a million dollars since the beginning, dog fellatio and ingestion of dog feces. 2180-2220, "WAH WAH WAH! I had to do it and now I want to see somebody else do it!", push-button performance review popularity contest, chicken glove carrot on a stick, everybody wears a backpack and signs into various kingdoms of push-button tallying and scheduled updates, medical dental prosthetic (an offer you can't refuse, conscientious objectors) is part of the package. Butcher chop finale pushes the remainder onto space ship furnaces (fired up to hell) trying to escape or through screening lines for limited space in hidden cellars. Two generations in the cellars and the lemmings are stupid as dirt and the carnval reopens with a subsegment of the population, using their secret wire communications technologies, as the supermanagers.
The global neural net has been in place in the sphinx since long before that stupid lawn troll was put out in front of the pyramid.
More information @ http://mapfortu.wikidot.com/
Reality calling the world:
Millionaire: green eggs and ham.
Mars: the sky has a dome.
Result? You are all going to hell.
http://mapfortu.wikidot.com/
You could pump
Well, of course not, because with all eight of any servers at the level of certificate authority were hacked then you may as well consider everything else in the world to be fully hacked, too. Really, that's not an exaggeration. All eight? Do you know what an 8250 drive is? It's a security testing device. It has a stack of steel plates around the power supply to suppress any potential flux in the magnetic field which could be used to overload the r/w heads. They deliberately match each drive against each other with race competitions of algorithms on the disks just to try to get one to burn. Now, take that kind of matched security testing premise and apply it to an octogon of hacked certificate authorities.
You're fucked. And you likely suck dog dick for money.
Right? I saw "replace packets with algebra" and I thought of the rotating spindle of the kernel, or even the rotating spindle of the core processor. Why do processors not single step very well in modern day? The packets have been replaced with algebra. The rotating spindles assist to feed the proper segments to the proper areas, actually querying for the result of any particular exact memory location is an ever-changing game of "guess what number I'm thinking of, lower, higher" which often changes while guessing a number.
2.6? 3.7? year and a half? What is holding everybody else back? :-)
The "brilliant jerk", if he or she exists in your workplace, is the stand-in-mummy elected for that area.
You don't know stand in mummy?
The great sphinx and the great wall of china both architecturally model a set of cues known collectively as "the facts". You were born in them, you are raised and taught and trained in them, and you will probably die in them. "The facts" describe a system of rituals which serve as complete anchors for every second of every day of the lives of the people in them. "The facts" include, as an operational subsystem, a financial system of accounting and tracking which is matched and calibrated against other methods of numerical accounting. One of the numerical accounting systems is a mummified baby, known in bible scripture as Ham Isaac Jesus Christ. The precursor to the mummified baby was Cain, a branding system. The numerical accounting is matched by cutting down and regimenting all food and fruit bearing life on the planet.
The mummy baby, eventually allowed to crack the case of cinderella's carriage, provides a human walkaround pivot point to schedule and coordinate all of the other sets of "facts" which will describe the ritual performance of the lives of the other humans around them. If your area does not actually have a mummified individual then one of you will be picked to be "it" and the system of the "facts", all of the mosque temple synagogue church rituals and then all of the people working for jobs, will be wrapped around the "stand in mummy".
The brilliant jerk at work is the assigned stand in mummy.
Google assisted me to find this writeup of the comic which led for me to recall using a Super Snapshot v6 (red) cartridge with a C=64 to attempt to print the Doriath map frame by frame. In the beginning the plan was to mount the frames on a large piece of fiberboard but, as the weeks went on, I quickly determined that the fiberboard would never support the entire map. Maybe I printed twenty or thirty of them in that fine dithered greyscale on the Panasonic KX-P1080i.
Nine additional felony charges? In the world of science is a principle called,'Heat it until it breaks." If the reaction does not work then begin increasing temperature and profiling the mixture by TLC (or other available method) until it works or becomes an irresolute splatter pattern. I am positive that he didn't discover the exploit on day zero and promptly rootkit the world on day one. Just one how stupid is the remainder?
In addition...
due to historical evolutions in social cues and associations it is common for people to mistake, mischange, interrelate, and otherwise incorrectly obfuscate the associations of "bread" and "wine", ie. the desire of boredom and the desire of care and worry.
Do note the spacial relation of the bread and wine during an appropriate training participation.
After years of watching modem transfers at progressive transfer rates, byte for byte, and then auditing those bytes on disk and in memory--for the purpose of training the brain to work in that fashion--print out and read mostly all of tldp.org while attending day after day of near zombie addict irc and slashdot attendance. That likely may not work quite the same way now due to the revision dates and relevance of the majority of the material. Wait another three or four hundred years for the technology wheel to cycle around and maybe you will be able to ride it next time.
I know that this is a site catering primarily to the major media of common perception but, as a nation of technomancers who arose from educated mathematicians and computer science and engineers, could we please recognize a few things?
The majority of society is managed by wealth. The wealth is maintained in a very primal mechanism of nature: hate. Those individuals who rise to the tops of their professions are the most cutthroat and methodical in executing their plans, at the expense of their coworkers and peers, because they condition themselves to be that way. That conditioned training is taught to them by maintaining, daily, throughout life, a personal list of hate. They have more, they get more, they take more, they will devise ways to bilk you out of whatever you have that they will always have more and you will always do what they say to get any.
Nothing feeds the execution (as in executing program code) of a list of hate than being able to watch and listen in on other people who are unaware of the surveillance. Microphones and cameras are available in extraordinarily tiny sizes and may be placed anywhere. Do not think of it as a conspiracy to be dismissed. Simply accept that there is not a single inch of your public, your homes, your restaraunts, your shopping centers, and your marital retreat vacation resorts that isn't mic'd and cam'd. Nothing is more useful in defeating the competition and maintaining an edge over your enemies than watching them have sex when they believe that they are alone in private... NOTHING.
The Lord creator of the universe has placed a little joke on time and space by including, in the design of subatomic physics, the concept of matched oscillating modes for particles. On the macroscale this translates into crystals, such as diamonds. A large crystal neatly fractured into two parts will continue to resonate and oscillate in modes (both audio and electromagnetic) as if it remained as a single crystal. If the second half of the crystal is fractured into multiple pieces then each individual piece will compose some polynomial factor of the entire function which models the complete oscillating mode of the first half. It is plain to see that diamond chips for microphones and phonograph pickup needles operate on oscillating modes--each and every microphone and phonograph crystal was fractured from a mother piece. The ancient Egyptian pyramids were designed with cochlear shaped passageways that the temple priests could listen in to the chips, embedded in tokens or amulets, given to the population, which mother chip was buried in a properly designed subwoofer box at the audio apex of the cochlear design. The ark of the covenant contained a matched set of listening crystals. This is not new technology.
There is no such thing as privacy. Just get over it.
"List" "of" "hate"
"mob" "of" "cell"
"cell" "fon" "mob"
"listen" "of" "hate"
"shadow" "of" "death"
Wait... wait... I know this one.
The spouses and grandmothers of the kernel programmers and QA auditors.
What a rip off. He gets the award and I put up with the stupid robot.
Well, if there's one part of my life as a corporate drone that I miss it would be working with the LFS team. Greets to the LFS IRC team.
Ground wire for .sig
It's the ability to resell an asset
That's it. Call the DMCA. You are clearly a terrorist.
Oh, and this should be Whitney.
Ask Oprah about the difference between number of copies sold vs. number of copies purchased (or, even: number of copies printed).
Oh wait...
What does your brain look like when you click "hotmail"? How about "teen"? How about "cheeseburger"? Have you seen your brain image when clicking "I ACCEPT"?
The chairs in your doctor's offices, interview offices, lending offices, etc. do not move very often, do they?
Do you suppose that, in the modern age of nanotech, there's a combination of a brain scan with a speed reading radar gun?
Got your thought again--morons. It's an MRI cannon, works like a hand-held highway radar gun, and about one in fifty people have the dollars and the social connections to get their hands on one. Have you read ten minutes of any article to profile your brain word for word, have you recite a ten minute speech into a recorder, maybe have you sit in an interview session, how about your performance review for stress testing the brain scan, or just watch you in particular when you surf porn at night and profile your neural networks for every mouse click.
Morons. Do you suppose it's good enough to read passwords as you type them? Would you like to bet real money on that? I could use a few dollars and a nice place to sleep and shower for a few days.
Morons. We don't need no stinking electrodes. We have been playing around with oscilloscopes wired to directional microphone dishes since the thirties.
any government claiming to be "of and by the people" should draft legislation
Government, such as the US, has the power to borrow money on the credit of the nation (Article I, Section 8, claus 5). The borrowed money exists within a system which grants credit only with the collateral of a delicately immolated human being tracking the exact monetary amount. The global worldwide financial millenia-old system is obviously crooked, depraved, and unconscionable from day one.
Voila, moi.