Archive for August, 2007

Abandon WordPress

August 12, 2007

The obvious question raised by  WordPress blogs being spied upon by Honeypots and now hiding in the walled garden of Akamai where the spying is not so obvious is “Why not abandon WordPress?” and the answer is why bother.

I  did a  traceroute for my original site fatsavage.com site and the traceroute goes from Virginia to DC to New York then to Chicago where it hits a domestic Honeypot before passing back to DC and returning to Virginia 3 miles from the start.  This is hardly an efficient use of backbone Internet resources.  At least when your hidden behind the Akamai network, you don’t see the stupid efforts to spy on you and your users.  Amazingly, a traceroute to my son’s site strategyst.com passes from Virginia to Boston to Chicago to go through the very same Honeypot as my site.

It seems that regardless of where I go, I will be observed and so will the people close to me.

I found one of my very inactive sites which used a stealth registration and a small hosting company which has a direct route from Virginia to the server without passing through any know Honeypots.   However, I’m sure if there were anything that was negative about Domestic spying and the abuse of Government power, it would soon be spied upon.  This site uses a WordPress blog so not all WordPress blogs are being watched.

There is no doubt that this is Domestic Spying and unrelated to any war on terror.  When you do tracerouts from London, Pakistan, Austria  or Australia, they all seem to follow the most direct paths without any detours for honeypot spying.

Abandon WordPress?

It’s more rational to abandon hope.

Sins of Our Father!

August 8, 2007

Apparently, the Bush neo-nazi thought police are a rerto-Christian group stalking perverts, A-rabs and Democrats.  Proof is the Christian thought police served me kiddie porn and  Arab porn and everbody in the world knows only a few true Liberals have real concerns for the right to privacy.

Funny, it used to be the Christian Right Wing that would gather their guns and head for the hills to shoot it out with the FBI to defend their right to bear arms and their right to privacy but today the Retro-Christians have forgotten your God given freedom to be a sinner..

The Retro-Christian roots are obvious in the way they are stalking my son.  I mean its probably justifiable by a normally twisted mind to stalk me for my outspoken views and I guess I accept living in a cage.  The funny thing is, my son is sort of the comensurate striving yuppie who classifies me as a slacker and aging hippy who is  jousting at windmills. They could only justify tracking him based on a belief in original sin.

I checked the traceroute on his site and of course it followed the same convoluted route from Virginia, to DC to Boston to Chicago and back  to DC before going to a town in Virginia 3 miles from the orgin of the traceroute.  It went through a know honeypot in Chicago.

What the hell, they will soon see he’s normal.  After all as a senior ctizen, I’m going to get towed by a home built ultra light airplane up a mile high to hang glide back to earth with a kite strapped to my ass and then kayaking with crockidiles.  He’s going to the Cape for the Labor Day weekend.

Life on the edge, You got to love it.

The following statement or something like it, is attributed to both Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson:

“Those who would give up their freedom for security will have none and deserve neither.”

It’s Hard For A Caged Bird To Sing!

August 6, 2007

Writing is done with passion and hope. Yes, there are artistic works about apathy and depression but the person that wrote them had to have the passion to complete the work with the hope that he could reach an audience with the message. I have written several essays on hope and it’s been a theme throughout my blog. I sort of believe that if enough people care, there will be a groundswell of public optimism that would prevent expansion of domestic spying and invasion of privacy.

Oh well, what a stupid vision. Legal Domestic Spying was expanded.

So now I have to expect that my every utterance and thought will be monitored to determine if I’m a died in the wool closet pervert, an Arab Terrorist or perhaps, aiding and abetting other enemies of the state like The Democrats.

During my mildly despondent state, I’ve made some interesting discoveries.

In terms of word usage,

Hope is to Ardor or Passion

as Despair is to Apathy.

Now this goes along with one of my previous essays on Dante’s sign overt the portal to hell which is “Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate” or “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”  Indeed life without hope is a life in hell. Still, I have not given up hope for better days, I’m going to hang glide a mile high and kayak with crocodiles at the end of this month. I also intend to do something banal with the rest of my my life like open a casino. I have hopes that I will live the commensurate hedonistic Fatsavage experience. I enjoyed writing with passion about being a real Fat Savage because perfection at that is so easy.

It’s just that I don’t really have hope that I can change the world and make it a better place to live. Having the government running porn sites is not in my designs for a better world nor is spying on all the owners of WordPress blogs. I should think that there are more pressing issues like unfucking up the nation of Iraq or returning America to a place of prestige in the scientific world. For instance, I may need stem cell research to grow a new liver after all the rum I’ve drunk and I wouldn’t want it to come from falsified Korean Data funded by American Pharmaceutical Companies because they can’t do it in America.

Another discovery from my despondent state is that there are few really excellent works on despair and apathy. Two of the good ones that come readily to mind are Soylent Green and Cat’s Cradle (Check Both in Wikipedia). In both books total knowledge about the world leads to apathy and suicidal actions by some of the main characters. I can’t recall any genre other than Science Fiction which handles despair so well.

Now, I’m not about to commit suicide because of George Bush and his army of neo-nazi’s. I must admit that at times of cerebral despair, I take great joy in my hedonistic nature and my pleasure indulging the sins of the flesh.

It’s just that its hard for a caged bird to want to sing unless you put marijuana seeds in the bird food like Hertz did years go. So maybe Mike E is right after all.