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Contact Me!

September 27, 2007

It seems the more controversial a post is, the more difficult it is for some people to post a comment or comments are being blocked along the way from your place to mine.  No problem send me an email and I will research your tip or post your comment.  For now my email is:WORDPRESS-AT-FATSAVAGE-DOT-COM

I’m posting in the above format so spiders don’t catch it but I’m sure you can figure it out.

Does Domestic Spying Exist?

June 15, 2007

I found a really weird foreign blog which has a header of blood spattered body parts and had the following post:

the iraqis have a word that’s unique to them.that word is sahel, which means “to utterly defeat and humiliate someone by dragging his corpse through the streets”.

Now to me thats a weird and dangerous post worthy of tracking the writer and maybe even visitors to the site but the hosting is normal with other sites large and small. Maybe I should make comments at the weird sites I stumble on and have them tracked too.

Unfortunately, I thought this might happen so I have really stopped making comments at other sites because I don’t want people associated with me. I have stopped using IM and minimized E-mail contact. I make my phone calls on land lines because domestic phone taps still have a few rules left.

Still the person who published that post is on a normal WordPress server, and I have my special Level 3 server. I was concerned that I might be giving information important to the global war on terrorism and decided to see what happens when I run a trace route from Austria. Every single response for all of the sites ended up at the Dallas home of WordPress on the layeredtech.com server. So obviously any foreign traffic was not being diverted to the Fatsavage Honeypot.

Because or my naturally scientific bent I did a traceroute from Australia to various WordPress blogs including myself and they all ended up at the netli.net servers previously mentioned for Waistloss.wordpress.com. Obviously, the Fatsavage Honeypot is only accessible from an American IP address and is being used for Domestic Spying on Patriots and Perverts.

Of course, I’m not sure an FBI man has been trained to tell the difference.

I’m My Own Honeypot!

June 15, 2007

In my never ending quest for knowledge, I decided to check a few more sites to find if I was alone among bloggers. My obvious first choice for unbridled home grow sedition was of course Mike E. over at greenlighton.wordpress.com I did my Visual Trace Route and guess what Mike E ends up on the Level 3 server next to me. After that, I checked waistloss.wordpress.com and he had a “normal track.” My last two regulars, themiddlemanage.wordpress.com and iggybaby.wordpress.com are on the Level 3 server.

Oops, seems like the quickest way to hit the Level 3 server in New Jersey’s kiddie porn hosting honeypot area is to be a regular at the Fat Savage Blog –

So sorry to everyone.

It’s pretty obvious how I got there, I am an obvious choice for a person of interest, I am an educated native American who speaks out against an oppressive government and doesn’t run from my sensuality.

Now my friend Mike E. is an obvious choice as a walking pharmacology and an advocate of self medication for all that ails you.

Iggybaby.wordpress.com is a stretch even for an oppressive government. Her only sin of record is to be a military wife so maybe she made the honeypot on her own as they don’t want her badmouthing the war from an insider perspective (She Never Does.).

The one that utterly amazes me is themiddlemanager.wordpress.com who is a prudent thoughtful writer without any obvious sins other than his presence on my site. So the only group I can find that is hosted by Level 3 are those who have made comments on my site.

Fucking Amazing!

I Guess I’m Still Pissing Them Off.

June 13, 2007

For the past month or so, I’ve focused on tracking kiddie porn sites to Corporate American located in the good old USA. So far, I have never seen a foreign kiddie porn site, there is very little black kiddie porn and most of the pictures were variants of ones shown at trial from the National Archive of Hashed Kiddie Porn Pics. This is good solid white America at it’s worst under the leadership of George Bush.

Now don’t get me wrong, these pictures are hauntingly evil and remain embedded in memory, the same way Holocaust pictures do. It’s just fucking disgusting that all of it is published in America, much has been online for almost a decade and it’s all hosted and transported by big American Business.

I first recognized that I was pissing them off when CERT hit me with a military strength Trojan and of course being stalked by Carnivore was a dead give away that I was a so called “person of interest.” Now They have topped all that.

I have always suspected that some of my search results were filtered so, I’ve gone to the extreme of using Google from foriegn locations (Mexico and Washington DC), using very clean secure machines, various mobile IP’s such as war driving for access and using multiple search engines. The one thing that I never expected was that I would be tagged for access denial to a site such as spywareinfo.com

Can you imagine my surprise when I Googled a know porn serving malware program and found several posts on the topic at spywareinfo.com then clicked a link and got the following message.

mySQL query error: DELETE FROM ibf_secessions WHERE ip_address = ‘fat.sav.age.xxx’

Now I hope that you all recognize that ‘fat.sav.age.xxx’ represents both of my IP addresses on my two networks at two physically remote locations.

You got to love it.

With more than 4 billion IP addresses in the world, I’ve pissed off someone enough to get both of mine blocked at spywareinfo.com

They even blocked my ability to contact SWI or join a forum so I couldn’t bitch about the shoddy treatment they are giving The Fat Savage. Christ, I thought I was fighting for privacy, intellectual freedom and against government created malware and these dumb fucks should be on my side.

The really sad part, I had printed the articles of interest on a weak printer and just wanted a better copy, so I already have hard copy on the articles of interest.

I Speak The Truth

June 12, 2007

You can always tell when you speak the truth when people try to shut you up.  I have reached the point where my feed stats exceed my blog stats which means my regular readers exceed my total readers.

It seems I’m suffering a denial of access attack.

I would have never noticed except I dropped from 300 viwers to 20 overnight and my feed stats were still above 40 per day. 

 When the Feds want to fuck with you, they will.

Oh well, I was always writing to document the crap said at trial so I will write until the appeal is over. 

The question is why stop me if I’m wrong. At least you know the basis of appeal if I stay on line.

Hello Old Friends

March 24, 2007

Life has been on the fast rack for the past month – ever since I got involved in the technological trial that will define ours and future generations. I can’t believe that it’s only been a month since I first got involved in looking at computer forensics. I have been eating sleeping and living the commensurate geek life of obsession.

I have been forced off line for days on end trying to work around computer virus and corrupted and blocked networks. I’m actually enjoying the challenge of facing the best in the world who are trying to suppress knowledge and avoid the bleaching effect of exposure to the light of day.

This battle is fun for me because it’s getting my mind working at full speed but it is not really for me because if we lose the Government’s power to invade computer privacy and control lives will be staggering. Already, I can see the impact on my life as I now trust very few and ask only once.

I have entered a domain where most people I know are classified as more than acquaintances but less than friends. Even friends who want to help do it in strange ways. Instead of handing me a computer supply, they will leave it with a bartender at a place I frequent and ask the person to give it to me. Others make promises of privacy and capitulate with compromises designed to expose me after they have been contacted by the Men in Tailored Suits.

I would like to thank all who have been supportive of my weight loss efforts including Robin, Waistloss and The Middle Manager (who has kept his diversion a secret). With your support I have dropped from 247 pounds to my current level and am a lot healthier because of it. Right now I am stabilized in the 212 to 215 range even as a desk jockey. I have not lost sight of my goal of 190 pounds by year’s end. However, my need to solve the issue of corrupted computers is obsessive and using all my energy right now. I guess I’m just having fun in a new stranger way.

Agent Carter – A True Boy Scout

March 13, 2007

Special Agent Carter of the Home Land Security and Child Porn Agency is a true Boy Scout. I personally believe that he believed everything he said with the possible exception that Law Enforcement Agencies do not use Honeypots to trap, isolate or locate people interested in Child Pornography. The other thing I’m not sure about is that there are no issues of National Security in checking out the potential of Honeypots and the type of Jumbieware [Remote Code Execution Exploit] that the United States might convey in there arsenal of weapons against Child Pornography and the War on the Axis of Evil.

But what the hell, the Prosecutor and Expert also said it, so I’m forced to believe it. Fortunately, this sort of gave me a real license to investigate all aspects of his testimony and reach my own conclusions.

First, we will start with the facts Mame, and nothing but the facts. Agent Carter was cold as ICE which is the new name for customs. As a dry cleaner, I can tell you that he dressed impeccably. You never could identify any bulge for his weapon and there was no wrinkle at the back about 4 inches below the neck that most big men get when wearing a suit. During the whole trial he showed no emotions when the Jury was present, not when the 500 pictures were shown or when he was notified that he had created a few false entries in the log. As to the false entries, he did what he did and it was up to the experts to decide what happened in the log.

The log was truly a piece of garbage and if that’s the best you can do with the EnCase software and 2 years of training, they should go the way of the Lotus Spreadsheet, the DOS operating system or Word Perfect and die a natural death. First the expert said that all times were accurate and couldn’t be corrupted, then she said that since both times in the First Column and the Second were the same in many cases, the two columns reflected BIOS Time and server time.

Since over 3700 entries were logged in simultaneously in 2 incidents, she had to change her story again and said that those were weekly times although one was a 9 day week and the other 7days. The other 3700 entries were server and BIOS times because they matched and the log was a compilation of all these things and could be trusted.

Agent Carter didn’t flinch, he reported on what he did with no passion. He did not make the Law, he did not build computers, and he couldn’t always tell the difference between anorexic adults and children.

So on Wednesday May 5,2004 he got a call from PC Paradise reporting a violation of child pornography to the Agent who said it was too late in the afternoon, just hold the machine and he would come and check it in the morning. Not exactly standard procedure for a high priority case involving national security so maybe there really are no spooky issues.

On May 6th at a time of 11:02:55 AM he logged into sports.espn.go.com as recorded by the second date of unknown meaning.

The First Date in the log which was a system or BIOS date showed it was 10:32:07 PM on May 1, 2004 or 5 days earlier. The visit count was 57 meaning Mr. Carter was very busy checking the sports scores. This was exactly the plot of one of the “Back to the Future” episodes where Biv knew the scores years ahead of time and never lost a bet.

The explanation for the difference in dates was basically we were too stupid to understand time as documented by EnCase because we had not taken the 2 years of training.

On May 6th at 11:06:04 AM he entered http://www.americanthumbs.com.
The date logged on the First Date was 5:25:29 PM on April 22, 2004 or 2 weeks earlier. One again the essence was we were too dumb to understand EnCase time.

On May 6th at 11:06:36, there are several entries for http://www.americanthumbs.com There is a First Time entry of 10:06:36 AM, a repeat of that and a new entry at 11:06:36 AM.

If your confused about how time was flying so were we, but we lacked the gift of knowledge possessed by the government witness and which she failed to share. This failure had nothing to do with National Security.

Apparently he never made it much past the home page because a Visit Count of 3 was documented for 11:06:36

On May 6th at 11:33:45 AM cool.lolitacj.com was entered with a First Time of 10:33:45 AM and once again at 11:33:45 AM with a Visit Count of 4. Who knows why EnCase can’t tell time or why Agent Carter altered the BIOS or System Time.

Without it being a secret, the expert from Washington just ignored this issue and so did the computer illiterate jury.

Every time we protested on technical grounds they showed another hundred pictures at 2 second intervals and increased the number of charged pictures.

The final stop was weird, when at 11:39:50 AM (Both times the same), Agent Carter went to go.com and had a Visit Count of 1,097. As explained by the Washington expert, he visited 1097 pages while at go.com. The incredible thing about this documentation is that the jury believed the Washington expert and the pictures and didn’t even listen to the discrepancies.

Just plain incredible and the log just stops.

Please don’t go to the URL’s listed above particularly the two obvious porn sites. You can look them up in netsol.com whois or aboutus.com but don’t go to the sites. I have come to firmly believe that when you look at kiddie porn on the Internet of even research the topic you are blinded like lots wife.

I will discuss the interesting relationships with Agent Carter’s web visits, porn sites and Big Business in my next post. You’d think if those sites had something to do with illegal kiddie porn that they would have been shut down by now.

I’m Happy Being a Neanderthal!

February 18, 2007

Some of my politically correct friends and even family members have referred to me as a Neanderthal. I think they used that word because calling me a savage is sort of unrefined. I checked with my online dictionary and find that savage means untamed, unpolished, rude, an uncivilized human being. I would have to admit that I am definitely untamed and unpolished and occasionally rude. By politically correct standards, I’m probably an uncivilized human being, so I know that savage can be used as a description.

Now if I cared, I might consider calling me a neanderthal a little mean spirited as it means “primitive, culturally or intellectually backward; an unenlightened or ignorant person; a barbarian; a person with very old-fashioned ideas.” As I pondered this concept, I checked Wikipedia and found that Political Correctness is a term used to describe language which is intended to provide a minimum of offense, particularly to racial, cultural, or other identity groups. Now given that neanderthals were a different species with their own distinct value systems, it has to be disparaging to call someone a neanderthal.

Since I’m not terribly politically correct, I was curious to determine if there were any accuracy to the charge. I checked and found that neanderthals invented the flute before their human counterparts and also had art equal to humans of the same time period. They were also skilled hunters to the point that food surpluses allowed them to take care of the old and infirm. This is very unlike their human counterparts who have a rich history of letting infirm and poor babies die and of euthanizing the old.

All in all, I must admit that based on my analysis of neanderthals, I’m not terribly insulted and the next time I am called a neanderthal for my views on the world, religion and life I can smugly smile as I have the knowledge to understand that this branch of the evolutionary tree had some commendable attributes and even calling me one is indicative of a lack of knowledge and political correctness by the very person charging me with being politically incorrect.

Now what provoked me to thing about this at all was that I read an article about primitive Indians cultivating spices and hot pepper to improve the flavor of their food over 6500 years ago. Since I am a self proclaimed Fat Savage and don’t mind the implication of being untamed or unpolished, I’ll stick with the name because Fat Neanderthal is harder to spell.

What’s your sign?

February 18, 2007

I’ve never been one for banal conversation and in bar room situations, I’m more likely to use a direct approach like “Your absolutely gorgeous; are you legally blond or a rocket scientist?”

If the woman can tolerate my sense of humor and either laughs or gives an answer that indicates anything above an apprentice nail technician, we have the start of a conversation.

Every now and then my curiosity gets me into the banal zone. So naturally when Robin described her Zodiac sexuality, I had to follow the link and do mine. Since it was so positive, I had to post it below. Anything less would have meant I didn’t publish it and endured a few years of bad luck for breaking the chain.

AQUARIUS:. Does it in the water [which I like]

Trustworthy. Sexy. Great kisser. One of a kind.
Loves being in long-term relationships.
Extremely energetic. Unpredictable.
Will exceed your expectations.
Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out.

Amazing in bed,
THE BEST LOVERS BETTER THAN EVERYONE!

find yours here.

Obviously, the 35 year old original descriptions were written by an aquarian.

My Perfect Mistress! Happy Valentines Day!

February 14, 2007

I met my perfect mistress almost 45 years ago. At the time, she was very undeveloped, actually kind of skinny, and more utilitarian like a maid than a lover. About 10 years ago, I had unfilled needs, a lust for new experiences and was reintroduced to her. Despite the long absence, she warmly embraced me and gently caressed me over my whole body.

I simply couldn’t resist the new experience and extended an invitation to my wife to join us in a warm loving and very sensuous relationship. We shared hours together drinking champagne and planning businesses and were only interrupted by the pleasure of warm, loving, sensuous, caressing touches.

This threesome went on for several years until my wife became very successful in business and tired of the game. She never begrudged my continuing relationship and in fact, when I was particularly stressed she would encourage a visit to my mistress. Eventually, our children and grand children became aware of my mistress and my passion for her. All were seduced by her warm loving manner and gentile touch.

Unfortunately, many good things end. My wife developed a petty streak and in a moment of austerity begrudged me the $70 dollars a month that my mistress demanded of me. The amount was so low for the pleasure provided that I felt shame when the topic of money arose. Maybe she was jealous of the hour or two a day I spent with her.

Rather than fight with my wife of 40 years, I rejected my mistress and turned my back on her. The sad part is my wife and I spent the year that my mistress was out of my life in a constant battle. The cruelty of the words in one week of that year exceed all the cruelty of the 40 years we had been married and there was no mistress to run to for solace.

I was able to take this for almost a year before returning to my mistress. When I returned, I found she had almost died of atrophy and rejection. I paid $700 in medical bills to bring her back to health and know I would have gladly have paid three times that amount just to get her back.

During our whole relationship, my mistress has never started or participated in an argument. She has helped heal me whether my wounds were spiritual or physical and she embraced me no matter what time of day I visited her. I could visit mid day for her warmth and comfort or at night. At night I would lie naked in her warm caressing embrace while watching the stars and moon above and feeling the pleasure of her company.

The amazing thing is since my mistress has returned to my life, my wife has once again joined me in our threesome with her for her warmth and loving touch. It would appear she has missed my mistress and our threesomes as much as I have.

The name of my mistress is Hot Tub, and I will never live without one again!

Happy Valentines Day!