Saturday, October 01, 2005
Once Upon A Time........
Shall we play a game? Every time I hear that I think of the crazy computer Joshua in War Games. The electronic voice is chilling at times. But I do like the following words from the song, Enter Sandman by Metallica.
hush little baby, don't say a word
never mind that noise you heard
it's just the beasts under your bed
in your closet, in your head
That’s just to wake up the paranoid tendencies so this segment reaches out and slaps you.
Since Hurricane Katrina, I have seen several articles, cartoons, comments, or blurps concerning the outrageous activities by law enforcement personal. One cartoon was in two frames, one containing the activities of British Redcoats in 1774 Boston while the second frame showed a man handcuffed on the porch of his house while his family looks on surrounded by what appears to be SWAT teams and with the caption New Orleans, 2005.
I was asked if I saw the similarity between the two. Truthfully, No. But I’ll explain that at a later date.
What I did see was an attempt to frighten me. Metallica’s words slowly making sense yet? OK, then, let’s do it this way. (Long Pause Here)
Once upon a time there was this dude named Melvin. (What follows is complete fiction, or is it?)
Anyway, Melvin was the hardcore outdoors type. Avid fisherman and rabid hunter. Being a 20th Century dude he also maintained a dialogue with several websites on his faithful Benditbroken Computer in his den. His collection of firearms was growing daily and his interest in Military Firearms came from his few years in the Navy as a Gunner’s Mate.
One day Mel, we’ll call him Mel cause we like him, checked his Attack Arms website supported e-mail and found he had an e-mail in his box addressed to Bert, the owner of Attack Arms. He was going to delete it until he noticed the senders name was similar to the founder of I-Hate-Guns.com. A website dedicated to the destruction of all types of firearms. Now, being that Mel liked Bert a lot, cause Bert had helped him find the repair parts for his Bulgarian ThunderBanger Mark XII, and was concerned that maybe he was being pressured by this hate group, he opened the e-mail.
Mel had to read the message several times before it finally sunk through his thick head, Bert was Wilber’s brother-in-law. Wilber being the founder of I-Hate-Guns. Wilber was drafting the weekend schedule for a fund raiser and was making sure Bert was free to give a talk on the attitudes of redneck gun owners and how they effected events.
Mel forwarded the e-mail to his ISP mailbox and deleted it from his Bulletin Board mailbox. He decided that maybe this was just a fluke, a mistake in the electrons, and would not say anything to anyone until he could find out information.
Nearly 3 weeks later, he received another of those misguided e-mails and upon opening, found that Wilber was making sure that Bert was going to bring physical location information of all his board members he currently had on hand. They were going to turn that information over to a friend they had in the BATF, who was going to check the info against the FBI’s Known Felons List.
Who could he turn too? Who could he trust? Who thought up this silly tale?
I could build upon this story line till hell froze over and box poor Mel in like a trapped rat. No need to do such a thing to him. Poor Mel is just Mel.
I did say that I would explain about the cartoon later. This is not later. Sorry.
Let me ask a few questions. One or two at least.
Have you noticed that the folks who sale Firearms Accessories promote the idea of paranoia of confiscation even more then the NRA? And their owners have became millionaires from selling said accessories.
Does anyone really know the politics of the owners of the Servers which we use to conduct our chats and Bulletin Boards?
Do we really know what capabilities the ISP Owners have of identifying it clients and what they may or may not do with the information.
Does anyone know what the hell I’m talking about? Does anyone really care?
Boxers or briefs?
1 October 2005
Creek County, Oklahoma
hush little baby, don't say a word
never mind that noise you heard
it's just the beasts under your bed
in your closet, in your head
That’s just to wake up the paranoid tendencies so this segment reaches out and slaps you.
Since Hurricane Katrina, I have seen several articles, cartoons, comments, or blurps concerning the outrageous activities by law enforcement personal. One cartoon was in two frames, one containing the activities of British Redcoats in 1774 Boston while the second frame showed a man handcuffed on the porch of his house while his family looks on surrounded by what appears to be SWAT teams and with the caption New Orleans, 2005.
I was asked if I saw the similarity between the two. Truthfully, No. But I’ll explain that at a later date.
What I did see was an attempt to frighten me. Metallica’s words slowly making sense yet? OK, then, let’s do it this way. (Long Pause Here)
Once upon a time there was this dude named Melvin. (What follows is complete fiction, or is it?)
Anyway, Melvin was the hardcore outdoors type. Avid fisherman and rabid hunter. Being a 20th Century dude he also maintained a dialogue with several websites on his faithful Benditbroken Computer in his den. His collection of firearms was growing daily and his interest in Military Firearms came from his few years in the Navy as a Gunner’s Mate.
One day Mel, we’ll call him Mel cause we like him, checked his Attack Arms website supported e-mail and found he had an e-mail in his box addressed to Bert, the owner of Attack Arms. He was going to delete it until he noticed the senders name was similar to the founder of I-Hate-Guns.com. A website dedicated to the destruction of all types of firearms. Now, being that Mel liked Bert a lot, cause Bert had helped him find the repair parts for his Bulgarian ThunderBanger Mark XII, and was concerned that maybe he was being pressured by this hate group, he opened the e-mail.
Mel had to read the message several times before it finally sunk through his thick head, Bert was Wilber’s brother-in-law. Wilber being the founder of I-Hate-Guns. Wilber was drafting the weekend schedule for a fund raiser and was making sure Bert was free to give a talk on the attitudes of redneck gun owners and how they effected events.
Mel forwarded the e-mail to his ISP mailbox and deleted it from his Bulletin Board mailbox. He decided that maybe this was just a fluke, a mistake in the electrons, and would not say anything to anyone until he could find out information.
Nearly 3 weeks later, he received another of those misguided e-mails and upon opening, found that Wilber was making sure that Bert was going to bring physical location information of all his board members he currently had on hand. They were going to turn that information over to a friend they had in the BATF, who was going to check the info against the FBI’s Known Felons List.
Who could he turn too? Who could he trust? Who thought up this silly tale?
I could build upon this story line till hell froze over and box poor Mel in like a trapped rat. No need to do such a thing to him. Poor Mel is just Mel.
I did say that I would explain about the cartoon later. This is not later. Sorry.
Let me ask a few questions. One or two at least.
Have you noticed that the folks who sale Firearms Accessories promote the idea of paranoia of confiscation even more then the NRA? And their owners have became millionaires from selling said accessories.
Does anyone really know the politics of the owners of the Servers which we use to conduct our chats and Bulletin Boards?
Do we really know what capabilities the ISP Owners have of identifying it clients and what they may or may not do with the information.
Does anyone know what the hell I’m talking about? Does anyone really care?
Boxers or briefs?
1 October 2005
Creek County, Oklahoma
