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05-11-2009 #11
At 3 or 4 in the morning there are no sun reflections on the east coast of North America. It's homing device. The pick up squad just follows the beacon till they arrive at my (or your) door with the arrest warrant. Simple. No tin foil hat involved. I'm praying for a major sun cycle to start soon to throw massive amounts of electricly charged particles at the earth taking out those orbiting suckers overhead. :>)
If I got a dime every time I read an ad with purloined photos I could retire right now. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QjS0AbRpAo Andenzi, izimvo zakho ziyaba.
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05-11-2009 #12
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Re: LIFE WITH BIG BROTHER: GPS-tagging your home's front doo
Originally Posted by Rogers
Again!
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." - Poe
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05-11-2009 #13
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Originally Posted by thx1138
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." - Poe
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05-11-2009 #14
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At 3 or 4 in the morning there are no sun reflections on the east coast of North America. It's homing device. The pick up squad just follows the beacon till they arrive at my (or your) door with the arrest warrant.
"...I no longer believe that people's secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize."_Alice Munro, Chaddeleys and Flemings.
"...the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way". _Judge Holden, Cormac McCarthy's, BLOOD MERIDIAN.
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05-11-2009 #15
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Originally Posted by thx1138
Elvis: I was dreamin'. Dreamin' my dick was out and I was checkin' to see if that infected bump on the head of it had filled with pus again. If it had, I was gonna name it after my ex-wife 'cilla and bust it by jackin' off.
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05-11-2009 #16
With continued high unemployment, foreclosures, homelessness, spiraling food and gas prices there's going to be a lot of discontented people looking for redress now that their American dream has been shattered. Already there has been plenty of rioting in other countries. As for troublemakers being rounded up in the middle of the night google "the night of the long knives". Think it can't happen here? Think again. Look at who's on the DHS list of potential terrorists. (practically everyone). That implies a "bunker mentality" that could to lead to a horrible tragedy. Another bad sign is military people teaming up with local LE. When has this happened before?
If I got a dime every time I read an ad with purloined photos I could retire right now. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QjS0AbRpAo Andenzi, izimvo zakho ziyaba.
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05-11-2009 #17
Ah, ChefMike you're back.
So glad they let you out on parole. Important message from the terminator girl:
If I got a dime every time I read an ad with purloined photos I could retire right now. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QjS0AbRpAo Andenzi, izimvo zakho ziyaba.
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05-11-2009 #18
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Yeah, those tea parties were frightening.
"...I no longer believe that people's secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize."_Alice Munro, Chaddeleys and Flemings.
"...the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way". _Judge Holden, Cormac McCarthy's, BLOOD MERIDIAN.
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05-15-2009 #19
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if you have a GSM phone, somebody motivated could track you with it easily. as for GPS outside homes, you'll probably already find your house on Google street maps anyways.
Originally Posted by trish
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05-15-2009 #20Originally Posted by trish
And maybe its easier to withdraw from life
With all of its misery and wretched lies
If we're dead when tomorrow's gone
The Big Machine will just move on
Still we cling afraid we'll fall
Clinging like the memory which haunts us all