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How not to behave

in honest interaction

The rule of repetitive lying

Don't actually follow rules of lying! You are supposed to be smart enough to know that lying is wrong

Grand liars have rules that they follow, for themselves, as to how to lie. They don't follow the rules the rest of us do. They aren't learning the law because they want to do what the law says. And they 'do as they will' attributing this to some kind of (imagined) superior quality that seems to hail all the way back to the grand Philosophers (though they were describing behavior of other people and not putting out a value judgment).

The Grand liars, they know how to stand on a podium. They love those heads bobbing behind them in unison to the beat of the jingo that they rap out to the crowd. It isn't a discussion of bad behavior designed to try and make us see it that way and not be that way, as we hope that Rap and performance Art would be. What it is: a grand attempt at hypnosis. Let's give the sheep something to bay out at those who dare to question their leader. And they couple it with an endless campaign: let's keep the payoffs coming. "You really need to move this all forward."

"Do not fear what they fear; do not be frightened.". 1 Peter 3:14

quote from NIV

I have a slew of demos on my demo page. Here is the link to my DEMOS page.

Very Many Hearts

Michael
Hastings
Jan 28, 1980 -
June 18, 2013
may he 
Rest
in
Peace

 Geesh, I've flown far and away today,
       haven't I?

" . . . . OH, off and uttering he goes and over towards the partials of inanity, (smueumattering) texting of his sails to the thirsty persons, my gorsh-taining-wall . . ."

"A vast! Write 'wing conspiracy' or I won't answer your post."

Has the congressman become a con-gross-man? Please do not 'sext' the interns. You know, they want him to remove himself from the race. They being 'saner minds'.

But how else can he spend his four million dollars?

Next is a link to the 'Love Solves everything, so simple.' page:

Very Many Hearts

May 9, 2013

some day
Here is something from the I Ching
Fellowship with Men in the open has supreme success.


     "Hall-all-lluu"

I'm working on it in my mind, thinking about how to make the music play and the strings to twang along.

Praise the Lord for his unfailing love.

    Praise the Lord just because you love Him!

Praise the Lord!

You know Favorite movie lines?

Wouldn't it be cool if I had a way for users of this page to enter in their favorite movie lines? I am sure that someone is already doing it. I could have made one of my bitbucket pages be that, but I don't let 'the world' post here. you need a password.

I've got you in my sights. How come no one ever writes? try this:

Webster Adminniolli

Web Site Adminstrator

Amillia Publishing Company

PO Box 211

Natick, MA 01760

If you have something real to share: a story, a poem, whatever, that is the best way to get my attention.

Some times it seems to me that people ought to know better. People who tangle themselves up in the secret secret land of spying, etc, know the score. If they cross the line they get the well defined consequences. Moralize about it all you want. Whatever. Youdon't get to sit at the poker table unless you anti-up. You have to pay the price of admission to get in To the parTy club. If you are supposed to check your gun at the door you better not have one with you when you are sitting at the bar.

I read elsewhere about a 'mysterious' death of a hacker who was so dumb as to figure out how to hack equipment and harm people. He was going to give a paper on it. Instead he made the papers. Well, SFGate, I guess it might still have a paper form somewhere. There is much cooler people that they talk about at SFGate who are well-loved. I guess someone must have loved this guy too, somehow. But how do I hack a pacemaker? Anyone who needs an answer to that question is not a moral person unless they have the cause of not being able to ever, ie they are the guys (or gals) who are the security apparatus for the medical device manufacturer. Anyone else who would request such data, unless they are doing a retrofit to make it secure because the device maker isn't (for whatever reason) anyone who would publish how to hack and kill, at a conference, where respectible peoole go and get drunk at conferences (Las Vegas), and go to show the world how much they love everyone. You are going to go to the city of hook-ups and tell people how to kill each other remotely? So, I guess, it really was so wrong and eggregious that this guy just died. Imagine. Was it the angels of the Evening Commute (devils to you when you are a devil) giving him the three angels and he chose wrong at the end of it all? Was it more false news and he went into hiding after faking his own death (which is a stock conspriacy theory, it really needs a number, how about conspriacy theory number 78 and a third of a Gallon. It needed a name. I never said it needed to make sense.

So, in our world, creepy people sometime die before they are able to release the creepy details of the sick-headed studies into how to break stuff that people rely on. Here is a clue to the generation of hackers: you can learn stuff that you don't share. Sometimes it is a necessity to do so. You don't share it because you know that others will use it for harm.

And the excuse that 'its the truth' is a pretty lame one. Walk your information into the future: imagine a scenario where the data that you provide is used by psychoic pepole to carry out murdurous intention. You can prevent it by keeping your yap shut. They used to say "Loose lips sink ships." Back then people understood how quickly things can go wrong and hundreds die suddenly, unexpectedly, some burned from the ordinance, some sucked down into the briney depths, some maybe survived for a while and then got eaten by sharks, some were saved.

so smarten up, full-disclousre generation. Some truths are too hard for people to take. Some things don't need to be widely known. No one person or group 'rules' the world. We all must rule ourselves. And when people don't do it well,when they succumb to a need for fame and publish materials on how to kill people, basically breaking security, well, we know what happens to them.

It is one thing to say 'yes this can be done.' If something needs to be proven, like how easy it is to hack a freezer and melt all your ice cubes. Or how you could change the settings on a throttle or the characteristics of hydrolic systems (which could be used for braking an automobile or just for pumping water out of a dehumidifier). If you need to show that it can be done, you should show it. You should put that driverless car out on the mudflat and show the world how easy it is to do this. And then the problem of teh exploding car should then be handed back to the manufacturer and they should make their cars secure. But please, please don't give details of how to specifically do things. You can show that things can be done without giving the secrets away. And that should be for a need to know crowd.

But publishing a paper on how to kill people wirelessly with faulty medical equipment? That seems just stupid. Did this guy die by accident? Did the angels (who are devils when you are a devil) do him over (to the other side, he becomes Jacob Marley) after sending him three ghosts (a Dickinsonian explanation, an obvious canard!). Or did . . . something else happen to him? I don't really need to know.

Am I sounding callow when I imply that I don't care how this guy died? Beset wishes to his family that loved him, I hope you make it through your time of grief. I am sure that some of you are asking the same seemingly unanswerable questions of why and how.

Concerning other recent and mysterious deaths; Ivan Heyn (The Argentinean Finance minister), Michael Hastings (The Gonzo Journalist); if there are details to be known to bring (possible) killers to Justice, I want able and in charge prosecutors to know. I want to know that someone is or has investigated and providing Justice. Worst case we leave it to the angels who be devils if you be a devil. I don't need to know their verdict. The events will speak for themselves. I can fret not, read Psalms, rest, work, keep writing, telling the better story I hope. Warning fools to wonder back from the cliff. Understanding that one is not a fool if he lingers along the cliff as long as it is the only trail through the arduous wildernesses into which we must sojourn. Ah, see how the need for the good story, that heroic longing for the undiscovered things, or to uncover long lost secrets.

But for some, they get to a sedentary place. They never joined a secret society or made blood vows to a single fraternal organization. They have no secrets to share. No one includes them in anything. They don't get to go to the high barbecues and hang at the crypt after the ancient one's funeral. They never get to take the private ferries to far-away-bye-ya (far away islands).

Everyone ought to have a sense of morality, what is right and wrong. And when people don't 'get it', if they don't understand to not be 'a rat', if they disrespect common decency, then, well, they meet their fate as anyone else would.

And when they keep up with the bad choices? Well you're hearing this from someone whose isn't part of anything, doesn't really know the 'real deal' truth: but it seems to be, at least now, that people who are that stupid still have to . . . deal with the consequences of their inept moral sense (senselessness of unconsidered morality).

Without words some things are clear. A sunset. The love of two people. Sometimes words get in the way. Words: we think they bring us fame. We want to be published. We need to share the Truth.

With words we monger for fame and fortune. That's fine. But when the jingo you spew makes it easy for others to be cruel and murderous: do you make your self an accessory? I do believe in the First Amendment, of course. It is very important. However I do also think that there are things that people should know better than to publish. Yes, the amendment is there. As far a technical manuals go: if you are providing block diagrams to make it easy to hack common equipment that will be used for harm . . . you ought to know better. You should have already known this before you ever started reading this page. You may have already known this in the womb. So, if that is true, how to people get to the place where they forget it? Or is it something that must be learned?

OK, I'm leading on to nowhere. The questions are over. We can say our prayers for the dead both holy and those, well, we aren't so sure. Leave it to someone else to judge them. They are gone. Let them rest in peace. And long life to all those with heart disease! May your pace-makers always be un-hackable.

phone it in
Phoneme
phony
phone E
I got a call on Phone E
It was a call from a guy named
               Tone E
He was calling from far across
            The C
asking me how it is it
          could be

     how it could be?
    what is he saying to me?
 If I had a better connection
   I might talk for free.

  Phone on the car
      it's not a person it's a 'star'
   he only will meet you 
           at the bar
   and only if 
       you have a car
        but not if
    you came
         real far.
      It's just the way they are.

 Phone E
  phony
         phone me
    at home me
          I don't know why you're just a great big
     phoney balony
    I went to Chincoteague and
          got me a pony
     You've got a bunch of stuff
  that you'd 
 probably loan me.
  But just because it is
   you don't f in own me.
 
I don't know why you lie
     when you could just high
   with the truth of your guy
   who is as bright as the sky.

 I don't know why it is 
     you think that you own me
  I don't know how it is
       your such a big fussing phony
What you say's not real
     is it just he way you feel?
        do you think it's a done deal?
    why do you lie and steal?

 I don't know it
    I don't know it
          what their trying to do now
    I don't know it
        I don't know it
             why they bother with you now
       
  And I don't understand
         what they are saying
    but it sounds more and more
           like wolfs baying.

    It's a little bit more
      of a time
         to be free
   and I'm trying to tell you now
            that if you don't then how will you be?
        Cause freedom is a gift from God.
 You don't need a politician to prod
                          you.
  You don't need a professor to
             profess to you
      what is moral, correct, and right to do.

If you don't love baby,
   if you don't need me
    what is it that you think I'm trying to say?
   If you don't want me
         why must you haunt me?
   why can't you just go away?
 
  And I don't understand it.
      You're so pushy and demanding.
   You say that I'm your man and
    then you get all commanding.

 And I don't want to tell you 'no'.
     it's a thing people learn as they grow.
         I was really really hoping that you'd know!
   But I see that it just isn't so.


There's no 'F' in phony

I got nothing more