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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.

New Jersey, The Home of Kiddie Porn.

March 22, 2007

It seems that many Bergen County politicians got up in arms about the last episode of the Soprano’s being filmed in Bloomfield, New Jersey, the home of Tony Soprano, but nobody in the state seems to care that Jersey’s is host to the Nation’s Kiddie Porn Industry. When you go to, you see a screen shot of the very patriotic looking American Thumbs draped in the American Flag. You see immediately that the site is prominently linked to related domains involving use of the words teen, teenage, younger and Lolita. As explained by Agent Carter and the prosecutor these are key words in the Kiddie porn industry.

A trip to (owned by global traffic rank for the past 3 months of 187,000 with .00083% of all the Internet users in the world visiting this site. Those are really impressive stats for any web site so Kevin Allen should be proud of his accomplishment in taking the industry by storm.

You can go to and do a whois search to find out the ownership and hosting of American Thumbs and I suspect the address and email are wrong. But if the name server is wrong no one would ever reach the site so let’s follow that path to find out who’s hosting this nasty little piece of work.

Network Solutions ( lists as the name server which needs to be accurate or no one would be able to reach the site and and it would appear that this was set up in September 2003. If you go to their home page you get no information with a time out error and a check with and also end in dead ends. However, a check at shows that they host about 660 names and their total global reach is .0008% or the same as It would appear that all of their web traffic comes from

So who is Returning to Network Solutions, we find that they are their own nameserver, and contacts can be reached at (we will return to dahi in a minute)

Searching for was remarkably easy. There principle IP address in the Network Solutions database was traced using to in Hazlet , New Jersey and of course all of the A records led to as did the DNS report.

As an interesting aside, I checked the contact address provided at which of course reverted to the same block of IP’s owned by

Now it would appear that Choopa really exists as a small web host with .0029% of the global market – Whoa – stop the press for the scoop. No wonder they are in bed with the kiddie porn industry, American Thumbs alone is ¼ of their total traffic and global market share.

Is Choopa really responsible for hosting Well to satisfy my curiosity I did a “tracert” from the DOS prompt for and guess what? It went right back to Reliable Services c/o – If simply owning a computer with kiddie porn on it is a crime, then facilitating the distribution is supposed to be a bigger one.

Now back to the myth about kiddie porn hiding offshore in disreputable lawless states beyond the reach of law enforcement. I grew up in New Jersey, the home of organized crime and Tony Soprano but never really believed that it was truly a disreputable lawless state.

Why aren’t the politicians screaming unless they have been briefed or are getting a kickback for silence.

Don’t Blame the Press

March 21, 2007

In the Julie Amero case, there was a strong condemnation of the press in their call for a witch hunt and a guilty person. I reread the newspaper articles on our case involving Chuck Stephano’s Kiddie Porn Trial and the reporter did an excellent job. He basically reported on issues as they were presented. Without malice, he presented a description of the technical arguments on both sides. He did not care that this was a debate between round earth advocates working for the defense and a flat earth advocate defending an ignorant point of view, he just reported the positions as they were presented.

In the case of the 500 horrible pictures, he made less value judgment than I have made in this blog. He simply stated that images of child pornography were shown to the jury. To many, that might invoke memories of those cute kids in the Calvin Kline ads who were half naked. Nothing could be further from the truth. These were pictures of severely abused children and still he made no value judgment.

I wish he had been more favorably predispose to our round earth theories, but all in all, Tom Eader of the Avis did a credible job of reporting on an incredible trial.

PS I managed to get a confirmation that the last post was totally correct. Not bad for telling the poor working folks side of the story.

Big Brother is Watching (Save Chuck Part 1)

February 20, 2007


Living on a sunny Caribbean Island, there is really not much work for an FBI person to do. We haven’t had a bank robbery in 15 years and the last kidnapping I can recall was probably a hoax.

If you are a sailing minded FBI agent, then it’s a vacation to be assigned to the islands – nothing to do all week and sailing on weekends, If you are career minded, it’s the assignment from hell as their are no chance for gold stars which move you up the ranks.

So about 3-4 years ago a couple of career minded genius went around to all the local computer shops and said the techies should check the content of hard drives for suspicious content and report it to the friendly local FBI office.


Now a patriotic veteran with one too many combat bumps got a computer he didn’t know shit about. So naturally he had a friend show him. The friend was a little weird but had lots of money – Poor Chuck (Charles Stephano) didn’t have either a credit or debit card. He started surfing all the sites that a weirdo would suggest probably on his friend’s accounts. By April 19, a month after he purchased it, the computer was so overloaded with unknown malware, viruses, etc. that it shut down. Another friend could salvage it only by formatting the hard drive and restoring the operating system and program. I believe it was Windows XP home addition, with internet Explorer 5 and maybe sp1.

He surfed from April 19 until about May 1 when the machine shut down again. Since he was down so much and deriving pleasure from his “Night Nurse” he took it to the professional tech firm to be repaired.

After a couple of days in the shop where many people had access to the machine, a techie plugged in a loose video card and checked it out. Then he used it to start surfing the web. When he did he found all kinds of sites bookmarked and possibly the browser home page was porn. Since it was fairly nasty shit, he called the FBI. They came and inspected the catch memory and history on May 5, 2004 and on May 6, 2004 started surfing the net with Chuck’s computer. What they found was appalling. Now remember, Chuck was not the only one with access, his friend used the machine, as did all the practical jokers at the repair shop along with the FBI and Chuck is functionally illiterate.

Based on the rather weak chain of evidence linking the computer to Chuck, the FBI obtained a warrant after the machine was returned to Chuck and then used the warrant to search the machine at his house. The also found some nasty indefensible pictures but remember Chucks friend had access to all as he was helping Chuck out.

Despite the lack of a credible chain of evidence of the suspect computer the FBI then used EnCase to make a mirror which they of course refused to give a copy to the defense for examination. For those who don’t know a mirror is not what is on your machine but everything that was ever on it including all the nasty shit that was deleted in order to get the machine to run again. The only access to the mirror image has been at the FBI building for a few hours over a couple of days. The defense expert had to provide the hardware to plug the mirror into. Meanwhile, the FBI has had all of their experts scour the mirror over the past two years. There were 144,000 sites visited in about 6 weeks total, with over 44,000 images, 358 possible child pornography pictures and apparently someone printed out 10 fairly nasty pictures over the final two week period after the computer was formatted.

Yeah, I too think kiddie porn sucks, but I feel that a total invasion of privacy is even worse. This case is being tried before an illiterate jury with light weight experts compared to the experience of the FBI.

Since they have attempted to eliminate people with knowledge of file sharing and maleware from the jury pool, they got me thinking. This is a dial up connection on a machine that never even had virus protection connected through an ISP that offers no screening to either email or downloading. Most days his dial up was operating at 28 K and file sizes ranged in 30 to 300 K range – remember high quality porn graphics.

That got me thinking – are there any combination of keystroke monitors, file sharing software, dial in programs etc. that take command of an idle computer and turn this into a file sharing mule? What do I look for on the mirror to prove it. The whole thing sucks – the government sucks and the defendant is a functionally illiterate veteran with either poor friends or bad taste that does little to help his own case.

Oh well life sucks and then you die but when wise men abdicate the fools will rule.

Please spread this post around, I need all the tech help I can get.


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,

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!

The Contest is Over!

February 14, 2007

The contest is over for lack of spirited interest except for Robin and Mike E. Obviously Robin is the winner as she focused on food. Mike E chose the scat path. Oh well both the winner and the loser get the hats – if they want one.

The fruit is obviously rare and has a limited range of global acceptance mostly because of its appearance and the way you eat it. It is native to both coasts of Mexico and even though the plant was spread world wide in the 1700’s, it has never achieved global acceptance. The following picture was ripped from Purdue which publishes more information than you need to know or click the thumbnail below for a larger view.

Black Sapote

The way you eat it is to cut it like an orange and suck out the pulp with lips and gums being sure to not break the fragile skin which would make an even bigger mess. My knowledgeable and normally adventuresome employees refused to even try it with only one other male and my wife having a taste. My wife cautiously probed it with her finger and tasted it and declared that it tasted just like an unsweetened chocolate avocado. Everybody else was too disgusted to even consider it. Its easy to understand the combination of cocoa and avocado once you have eaten this fruit.

The fruit locally is called a chocolate fruit but in other parts of the world it would be sapote negro, zapote, zapote negro, zapote prieto, zapote de mico, matasano (or matazano) de mico, or ebano. It had been confused as a relation to mammy sapote but that is an attractive fruit which when ripe tastes like a pink avocado and makes a nice unusual garnish for salads.

The Genuine Fat Savage Hat!

February 12, 2007

The Genuine Fat Savage Hat!

Robin has attacked the task of identifying what I ate with the passion normally saved for Taebo and she is so close. The combination of avocado and chocolate would not be necessary if she could find this fruit which was probably used in the original recipe. If she is doing this for the hat(pictured above), I’ll be happy to send her one for all comments done to date.

By the way check her chili recipe on today’s blog. My type of recipe – i.e here is the list of ingredients – if you’re any kind of cook you can figure out the amounts. I hate cinnamin in chili or pasta sauce so I would leave it out but just might try the cocoa. ( Cinnamin toast is good for breakfast – you know lots of butter, sugar and cinnamin on toasted bread.)

What did the Fat Savage Eat? Big Free Contest!

February 11, 2007



That’s right if you can identify this “snack”, the Fat Savage will mail a Fat Savage baseball cap to anyone you choose including yourself. The winner will be the first person to correctly identify the leftover from this snack in the comment section of this blog entry.

Hint # 1; This is more proof that God has a sense of humor!

Hint # 2; When I discussed this snack with a gay friend, he expressed an affinity for it despite a lack of interest in scatology. So it definitely isn’t what it looks like – that is – unless you really know what it is.