"Fabulous" & Daring...
I'll go backwards here- the Daring part of the title today. Julian Assange turned himself in in the UK yesterday to face charges stemming from sexual assaults in Sweden. After god knows how many countries issued warrants for his arrest (or their equivalent) plus a warrant issued by Interpol... Hmmm... I'm conflicted here. Assange, in my humble opinion, is a frickin' genius. A daring, self absorbed hacker in the hierarchy of all the hackers. He's like the world's number one hacker, I think. The man made getting numerous government secrets look like child's play. And of course, his biggest threat to date, other then the recent leaks he posted on Wikileaks, is that if he was arrested, or if something happened to him or his site- he'd released crucial tattle tale secrets to 100,000 people. Covering everything from the US military oversees, the inner working of BP, Bank of America and heaven knows what else. He's the idol of computer hackers everywhere, and I'd hazard a guess that there are millions of wannabe hackers drooling over getting a chance to see his coded algorithms, theories, and code breaking gear.
Our country is trying to get him for espionage, how I'm not sure since he isn't a legal resident of the US. But then again, our federal government thinks it can do whatever the hell it wants. I honestly think the man has the right to freedom of speech, to an extent. He took it way to far and is risking the lives of millions(especially our troops), and therefore should be dealt with accordingly. Hell, somehow he became the idol of an Army PFC that went and took the liberty of using his security clearance given to him by our government to expose the Afghan war logs, and the Iraq war logs to the world. Now he's going to spend the rest of his natural life locked in a windowless cell deep down in the bowels of Leavenworth, probably not even allowed to operate a toilet, much less a computer.
That's where my idea sits that military personnel need to got under more evaluations and vetted more strictly. Depending on what you are trained for in the military, you're given high end clearance. Like computer techs. They are given high clearance for their jobs since they do simple shit from teaching some jackass how to turn on the computer, to breaking the encryption on an email account to figure out why it won't load properly. Men and woman with mad crazy computer skills need to be watched more thoroughly when it's dealing with government computer property, don't you think? To get an idea on why and how computer hacking is such a luring drug of the mind, run a Google search on "The Hacker's Manifesto" There, you'll most like get a firmer understanding on all this. That, and the movie "Hackers" starring a young Angelina Jolie makes it look super cool. Gees this Assange things makes for a great movie, wonder who would be better to play him? Paul Bettany or Johnny Lee Miller.
Now- onto the "Fabulous" part of this morning's title. On Sunday, Hubby and I went grocery shopping. Post shopping I had an insane craving for coffee, so we stopped at the gas station across the street for that brown steaming liquid of brain teasing pleasure... Hubby stayed in the truck while I went in. I'd never seen a coffee pot at a gas station with the sticker "Extreme Caffeine" on the handle... So guess what I got 24 ounces of? While I was prepping my coffee (with french vanilla power shot caffeinated creamer, 6 of them) I couldn't help but overhear a conversation taking place. I'm sure people in both Holland and GR could hear it too since they were being so damn loud! In the gas station there were two young African men. Both dressed to the nines in some version of "in style" gear, pants hanging off their asses. Why is that even a frickin' style? For anyone? It's winter, isn't that cold? Are they wearing insulated boxers??
Anyhoo- there they were, going ape-shit, donkey kong on the "DIY-24 ounce- six pack" stand. While doing so, one- let's call him P. Dumby was trash talking about this girl, called her an f'en bitch and f'en whore every other syllable. I guess she was trying to get him to support the kids and he wasn't about to so a DNA test had been issued. Apparently P. Dumby was right, they weren't his after all. His friend- P. Piddle was shouting "Hell ya!" and "True 'Dat" about as much as the other one was calling this girl an f'en something. I'm not even going to try to type out their conversation in the slang they were using since this would be deemed inappropriate and racist, no doubt. Inappropriate, I am. Racist, I am not. But come on folks- beyond their loud as hell conversation, going boinkers on the beers, then to top it all off, P. Dumby loudly announced that he was going to party it up since the damn kids wasn't his, while buying---- wait for it.... Philly Blunt cigars....
Am I the only one thinking that I just witnessed an episode of the Maury Povich show in the middle of my friendly neighborhood gas station? Really? I've said this before, and I'll say it again- they wonder why we stereotype them? Huh??? Really??? Every race, every culture, we all have stereotypes that other's put us in, whether we want to be there or not. I'm not going to list any, we all know them. But I'm certain in some one's opinion I fit into a few perfectly. Go ahead, how many pigeonholes do I fit?
I love art (Snob), I'm a photographer(Exhibitionist), a writer(Boring), I love to people watch(Eavesdropper), I'm open minded(Flighty), I'm of a non-conforming religion(Heathen, Devil Worshipper), I'm a once divorced woman(Slut), I'm a woman (Lunatic, Bitch), I'm working for my Dad(In Favor of Nepotism),I live in the country, I drink beer, I go to the race track, I have tattoos and watch Nascar on TV(Red Neck), I swear & I hang out with the boys(Trailer Trash), and flirt shamelessly with men that aren't my husband(Unabashed Whore). See? It isn't that hard to call someone something they aren't is it? Mostly, I see myself as me. Unique. But I think I've proven how easy it is for others, that have no idea who I am, to judge me at face value. It's something we all deal with every day.
Some are horrible and obtuse observations of a behavior some may have, like the one they seemed to portray on Sunday, so why not fight against that pigeonhole rather then fall into it perfectly? What the hell? I left the gas station shaking my head, amused at their talent for being attention stealers, and also upset that they seemed to take pleasure in filling the ideal of a common stereotype... It all irked me and made me laugh at the same time. Does that make me a bad person, or normal???
And I will be honest, I do ever so much love to poke fun at people on here that fit the profiles- Soccer Mom's, the "Handicapped", WIC and Welfare abusers, in particular- and I'm not going to stop, since that's what makes me-- me. I consider myself the brave one that says everything others are afraid to. I'm an opinionated Bitch and I'm going to stay that way. If this makes me a hypocrite, okay. So what? I'm sure I'm not the only one, am I?
I'll go backwards here- the Daring part of the title today. Julian Assange turned himself in in the UK yesterday to face charges stemming from sexual assaults in Sweden. After god knows how many countries issued warrants for his arrest (or their equivalent) plus a warrant issued by Interpol... Hmmm... I'm conflicted here. Assange, in my humble opinion, is a frickin' genius. A daring, self absorbed hacker in the hierarchy of all the hackers. He's like the world's number one hacker, I think. The man made getting numerous government secrets look like child's play. And of course, his biggest threat to date, other then the recent leaks he posted on Wikileaks, is that if he was arrested, or if something happened to him or his site- he'd released crucial tattle tale secrets to 100,000 people. Covering everything from the US military oversees, the inner working of BP, Bank of America and heaven knows what else. He's the idol of computer hackers everywhere, and I'd hazard a guess that there are millions of wannabe hackers drooling over getting a chance to see his coded algorithms, theories, and code breaking gear.
Our country is trying to get him for espionage, how I'm not sure since he isn't a legal resident of the US. But then again, our federal government thinks it can do whatever the hell it wants. I honestly think the man has the right to freedom of speech, to an extent. He took it way to far and is risking the lives of millions(especially our troops), and therefore should be dealt with accordingly. Hell, somehow he became the idol of an Army PFC that went and took the liberty of using his security clearance given to him by our government to expose the Afghan war logs, and the Iraq war logs to the world. Now he's going to spend the rest of his natural life locked in a windowless cell deep down in the bowels of Leavenworth, probably not even allowed to operate a toilet, much less a computer.
That's where my idea sits that military personnel need to got under more evaluations and vetted more strictly. Depending on what you are trained for in the military, you're given high end clearance. Like computer techs. They are given high clearance for their jobs since they do simple shit from teaching some jackass how to turn on the computer, to breaking the encryption on an email account to figure out why it won't load properly. Men and woman with mad crazy computer skills need to be watched more thoroughly when it's dealing with government computer property, don't you think? To get an idea on why and how computer hacking is such a luring drug of the mind, run a Google search on "The Hacker's Manifesto" There, you'll most like get a firmer understanding on all this. That, and the movie "Hackers" starring a young Angelina Jolie makes it look super cool. Gees this Assange things makes for a great movie, wonder who would be better to play him? Paul Bettany or Johnny Lee Miller.
Now- onto the "Fabulous" part of this morning's title. On Sunday, Hubby and I went grocery shopping. Post shopping I had an insane craving for coffee, so we stopped at the gas station across the street for that brown steaming liquid of brain teasing pleasure... Hubby stayed in the truck while I went in. I'd never seen a coffee pot at a gas station with the sticker "Extreme Caffeine" on the handle... So guess what I got 24 ounces of? While I was prepping my coffee (with french vanilla power shot caffeinated creamer, 6 of them) I couldn't help but overhear a conversation taking place. I'm sure people in both Holland and GR could hear it too since they were being so damn loud! In the gas station there were two young African men. Both dressed to the nines in some version of "in style" gear, pants hanging off their asses. Why is that even a frickin' style? For anyone? It's winter, isn't that cold? Are they wearing insulated boxers??
Anyhoo- there they were, going ape-shit, donkey kong on the "DIY-24 ounce- six pack" stand. While doing so, one- let's call him P. Dumby was trash talking about this girl, called her an f'en bitch and f'en whore every other syllable. I guess she was trying to get him to support the kids and he wasn't about to so a DNA test had been issued. Apparently P. Dumby was right, they weren't his after all. His friend- P. Piddle was shouting "Hell ya!" and "True 'Dat" about as much as the other one was calling this girl an f'en something. I'm not even going to try to type out their conversation in the slang they were using since this would be deemed inappropriate and racist, no doubt. Inappropriate, I am. Racist, I am not. But come on folks- beyond their loud as hell conversation, going boinkers on the beers, then to top it all off, P. Dumby loudly announced that he was going to party it up since the damn kids wasn't his, while buying---- wait for it.... Philly Blunt cigars....
Am I the only one thinking that I just witnessed an episode of the Maury Povich show in the middle of my friendly neighborhood gas station? Really? I've said this before, and I'll say it again- they wonder why we stereotype them? Huh??? Really??? Every race, every culture, we all have stereotypes that other's put us in, whether we want to be there or not. I'm not going to list any, we all know them. But I'm certain in some one's opinion I fit into a few perfectly. Go ahead, how many pigeonholes do I fit?
I love art (Snob), I'm a photographer(Exhibitionist), a writer(Boring), I love to people watch(Eavesdropper), I'm open minded(Flighty), I'm of a non-conforming religion(Heathen, Devil Worshipper), I'm a once divorced woman(Slut), I'm a woman (Lunatic, Bitch), I'm working for my Dad(In Favor of Nepotism),I live in the country, I drink beer, I go to the race track, I have tattoos and watch Nascar on TV(Red Neck), I swear & I hang out with the boys(Trailer Trash), and flirt shamelessly with men that aren't my husband(Unabashed Whore). See? It isn't that hard to call someone something they aren't is it? Mostly, I see myself as me. Unique. But I think I've proven how easy it is for others, that have no idea who I am, to judge me at face value. It's something we all deal with every day.
Some are horrible and obtuse observations of a behavior some may have, like the one they seemed to portray on Sunday, so why not fight against that pigeonhole rather then fall into it perfectly? What the hell? I left the gas station shaking my head, amused at their talent for being attention stealers, and also upset that they seemed to take pleasure in filling the ideal of a common stereotype... It all irked me and made me laugh at the same time. Does that make me a bad person, or normal???
And I will be honest, I do ever so much love to poke fun at people on here that fit the profiles- Soccer Mom's, the "Handicapped", WIC and Welfare abusers, in particular- and I'm not going to stop, since that's what makes me-- me. I consider myself the brave one that says everything others are afraid to. I'm an opinionated Bitch and I'm going to stay that way. If this makes me a hypocrite, okay. So what? I'm sure I'm not the only one, am I?
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inkblot98:
you are in my favs!!!! Least I have had you in my favs since the start!!! Bugger- guess I better check that, huh?
annalee:
Thank you, things do feel better every day, I suppose the pain fades so that you can just focus on the nice memories. I hope you're well :-)