phantomfreak
"Why shouldn't I work for the NSA? That a tough one, bu t I'll take a shot.
Say I'm working at the NSA and somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it, maybe I break it. I'm really happy with myself, because I did my job well.
But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or in the Middle East a nd once they have that location they bomb the village where the rebel army is hi ding. Fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with, just g ot killed.
Now the politicians are saying "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area," because they don't give a ****. It won't be their kid over there gett ing shot just like it wasn't them when their number got called because they were pulling a tour in the National Guard.
It'll be some kid from Southie over th ere taking shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from, and the guy that put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, because he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks.
Meanwhile he realizes that the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would s ell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies use the little skirm ish to scare up oil prices. It's a cute little ancillary benefit for them, but i t ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon.
They're taking their sweet ti me bringing the oil back, of course, and maybe they took the liberty of hiring a n alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and ****ing play slalom with the icebergs. It ain't too long until he hits one, spills the oil, and kills all th e sea life in the North Atlantic.
So now my buddy's out of work, he can't aff ord to drive, so he's walking to the ****ing job interviews which sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is giving him chronic hemorrhoids. Meanwhile, he's starv ing because any time he tries to get a bite to eat the only Blue Plate Special t hey're serving is North Atlantic Scrod with Quaker State.
So what did I think ? I'm holding out for something better.
I figure, **** it. While I'm at it, I might as well just shoot my buddy in the ass, take his job, give it to his swor n enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard. I could be elected President."
gaming , technology,cryptography,networking
Say I'm working at the NSA and somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it, maybe I break it. I'm really happy with myself, because I did my job well.
But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or in the Middle East a nd once they have that location they bomb the village where the rebel army is hi ding. Fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with, just g ot killed.
Now the politicians are saying "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area," because they don't give a ****. It won't be their kid over there gett ing shot just like it wasn't them when their number got called because they were pulling a tour in the National Guard.
It'll be some kid from Southie over th ere taking shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from, and the guy that put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, because he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks.
Meanwhile he realizes that the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would s ell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies use the little skirm ish to scare up oil prices. It's a cute little ancillary benefit for them, but i t ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon.
They're taking their sweet ti me bringing the oil back, of course, and maybe they took the liberty of hiring a n alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and ****ing play slalom with the icebergs. It ain't too long until he hits one, spills the oil, and kills all th e sea life in the North Atlantic.
So now my buddy's out of work, he can't aff ord to drive, so he's walking to the ****ing job interviews which sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is giving him chronic hemorrhoids. Meanwhile, he's starv ing because any time he tries to get a bite to eat the only Blue Plate Special t hey're serving is North Atlantic Scrod with Quaker State.
So what did I think ? I'm holding out for something better.
I figure, **** it. While I'm at it, I might as well just shoot my buddy in the ass, take his job, give it to his swor n enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard. I could be elected President."
gaming , technology,cryptography,networking
- Location
- 12.9833° N, 77.5833° E
- Occupation
- student
Signature
"most security failures in its area of interest are due to failures in implementation, not failure in algorithms or protocols"
-- The NSA
-- The NSA