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  I made a snowman
Posted by: 727Sky - 06-02-2018, 01:03 PM - Forum: Bar, Grill and Grotto - Replies (5)

Quote:It had been snowing all night -  So  ......................:

8:00    am    I made a snowman.
8:10            A feminist passed by and asked me why I didn't make a snow woman.
8:15            So, I made a snow woman.
8:17            My feminist neighbour complained about the snow woman's voluptuous chest saying it objectified snow women everywhere.
8:20            The gay couple living nearby threw a hissy fit and moaned it could have been two snow men instead.
8:22            The transgender ma..wom...person asked why I didn't just make one snow person with detachable parts.
8:25            The vegans at the end of the lane complained about the carrot nose, as veggies are food and not to decorate snow figures with.
8:28            I am being called a racist because the snow couple is white.
8:31            The Muslim gent across the road demands the snow woman wear a burqa.
8:40            The Police arrive saying someone has been offended
8:42            The feminist neighbour complained again that the broomstick of the snow woman needs to be removed because it depicted women in a  domestic role.
8:43            The council equality officer arrived and threatened me with eviction.
8:45            TV news crew from the ABC show up. I am asked if I know the difference between snowmen and snow-women?  I reply, "Snowballs" . Now I’m called a sexist.
9:00            I'm on the News as a suspected racist, homophobe, sensibility offender, bent on stirring up trouble during difficult weather.
9:10            I am asked if I have any accomplices. My children are taken by social services.
9:29            Far left protesters offended by everything are marching down the street demanding I be charged by the Anti-Everything Commissioner.

Moral:   No….there is no moral here…..    It's a small insight into the world in which we live today… and it gets worse by the week.

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  We The Valiant.
Posted by: BIAD - 06-02-2018, 12:49 PM - Forum: Short Stories - Replies (5)

We The Valiant.

It was obvious to me that the poor soul sitting in the Charge Room was paranoid, plain- and-simply paranoid.
It was two in the morning -a Saturday morning, may I add and the first wave of drunks had been processed.
This was my first 'Crazy' during the weekend shifts.

The heavily-stubbled man sat on the hard-boarded bench and watched me with tired-narrow eyes.
The weedkiller backpack lay at his booted-feet and if what Constable Jenkins had said was correct, the small pool
of liquid that had leaked from the badly-dented metal container was urine... human urine.

I breathed slowly through my nose and kept my hands behind my back, my schedule was already two hours behind
and when I had first arrested this guy, I had mentally accepted that my shift would be finish with me writing out report
at the Station and my partner would travel our patrol-route alone.

"You're okay kid..." the man said softly "...ah' can see by your face that yer' not one of them" His raspy-voice offered the
idea that he was a heavy-smoker, but it could be that he was just exhausted.

I nodded kindly and moved my eyes back to the recruitment poster on the wall opposite, the Charge Room had started to
smell of whatever was in that strange container and the dark-grey hosepipe lay like a dead snake between his scuffed
knee-high desert boots.

I would say he was around fifty years-old, he sported a badly-shaved crewcut and his attire consisted of a filthy once-white
vest, military pants and the tightly-laced boots. He carried no identification and his only obvious markings were the tattoo
and the four large scars across his upper-chest.
It looked like he'd been mauled by a tiger.
'He looks like Bruce Willis from the Die Hard movies' I thought to myself and stifled the smirk at my lips.

Two-fifteen a.m and I can smell stale urine. Another tell-tale sign of a Saturday night shift except this guy wasn't drunk,
this man was intoxicated with something far-more mind-blowing, he had drank from the pool called the Internet.

"The Sergeant will be along in a moment" Sheila snapped as she passed by in the corridor, the pain-pinched face behind
the heavy-framed spectacles warned everyone that she-too, disliked this particular working period.

I had always been puzzled why the Station demanded that someone from Admin should work these terrible hours.
Sheila seemed to be always the one stuck with the shift and it seemed that her annoyance always joined her on this particular
time of the night. The man with the tired eyes just looked at the Weedkiller backpack and said nothing.

When Officer Jenkins and myself had turned into the small street that we had nicknamed 'The Shallows' we had expected to
see a couple of down-stairs lights on, maybe a smiling late-nighter walking a dog and if our luck was in, Mrs Kitchener with
two steaming mugs of coffee.

The community was quiet, there was no half-eaten automobile slumped like a dead cow on an oil-stained driveway, no chest
-pounding thudding of the latest rap music and no screaming housewife sobbing at the latest bruises from her drunken husband.
It was the Shallows and Mrs. Kitchener was there with a smile. A smile and two mugs of Java.

"How are my two boys enjoying their beat tonight?" the white-haired lady asked lightly. Looking over the hot brew, I told her that
everything was fine and my fellow Officer tipped her a kindly-wink.

The metal tray that the welcomed break had been served on lay beside the gate-post and showed a faded rendering of some
military battle of yore, I silently wagered that Mrs. Kitchener had a jigsaw puzzle somewhere in her little trim house with a similar
image adorning it's cardboard box.

"He'll be back tonight..." the lady whispered as she accepted the empty mugs back and glancing right-to-left she added "... they've
been all the way back to 1947, you know" Mrs. Kitchener's face showed that she was imparting a secret and with a small hope that
The Shallows hadn't fallen into the same world of craziness that seemed to be everywhere these days, I showed a puzzled brow.

"Bruce and his friends... the ones in the Ice Cream Van? They've been hunting aliens again and the internet told them that the
Roswell Incident was where it all began" she said softly and showed a serious gaze.

Jenkins breathed in deeply and shrugged, his quick glance told me that it was time to leave before we ruined our night-time break
and so, I nodded knowingly at Mrs. Kitchener and told her it was time to get back to our beat.

"You-two take care and remember, they don't like pee on their skin!" Mrs. Kitchener had imparted to us as we moved away into the
night and Jenkins told me later that it had taken a tremendous amount of will-power not to burst out laughing at that point.
I never told him, but I was wrestling with the same demon too.

We left with a wave from the end of the street to the solitary figure of the old woman with the battle tray under her arm and I agreed
with Jenkins that it was a crying-shame what old age does to folk.

"That damn guidance-system played up again" the grizzled man in the Charge Room muttered and this brought me back from my
wool-gathering. He had said his name was Bruce when we had first encountered him racing through the alleyway nearer the town
centre, but you can never be sure when you're dealing with a crazy... well, you can never be sure at all these days.

"Sir, the Officer that will deal with you will be along shortly" I said with a slight tone of warning and was rewarded with an expression
of raised eyebrows, "Thanks" Bruce whispered softly and turned his resigned face towards the recruitment poster.
Five minutes passed without incident.

He hadn't resisted arrest, he hadn't attempted to explain his reason for running around at night with a tank-full of piss on his back and
he hadn't tried to reason with us, it was a unique Saturday shift that was as welcoming as Mrs. Kitchener's coffee.

"Maybe that was always our problem..." the man called Bruce said as he gazed at the poster opposite me "...we never recruited enough 
soldiers for our cause" I rocked on my heels and steeled myself for the usual crazy talk.

It always came. It was inevitable, the drunks did it and the crazies did it. As the morning slowly rolled towards us, the people who sat where
this strange individual was seated -always attempted to dig their way out of the trouble they were in.
I was just surprised that he'd started so early.
"Don't worry son, I ain't one of those that you usually get in here" he hissed as it seemed he'd read my mind. "I'm just tired of the war"
he said so softly that I barely heard it.

Sergeant Gordon ran the paperwork ten minutes later and Bruce was required to come back to the Station the next day, he was warned
that the odorous container was to be stored away and never be used in that fashion again. Bruce had nodded throughout the interview and
answered in the correct places, I left to change back into my civilian clothes shortly after.

So the cold air came as a welcoming touch on my skin as I stepped out into the Police Station car-park on that Sunday morning.
I would sleep until 3.00pm and then get that lawn cut, I should have done it on my last day-off, but... well, but.

The gaudy-coloured Ice Cream van waited near the empty gatehouse at the far-end of the car-park. It idled there with it's exhaust fumes
pluming in the morning air like dragon's breath and my stride slowed as I neared it.

"Well, the internet told us to go to Rendlesham in 1980" the raspy-voice said from behind me, I whirled and readied myself for a assault.
"Easy fella... Ah'm just tellin' yer that I'll not be back this way fur a while" Bruce said with a easy-smile on his craggy face.

I thought it prudent not to debate or warn this guy who stood nonchalantly with the stinky-backpack on his shoulder, I was off-shift now
and sometimes this could be seen as a weakness.

"We could do with a fella like you, yer' know...?" he offered and looked from my eyes towards the extraordinary vehicle that rumbled and
growled near the exit. "...Yer'll be surprised how they hide in plain sight" he chided and smiled the saddest smile I have ever seen.

He left then, and opening the rear-door of the Ice Cream van, he tossed his peculiar baggage inside and then followed it.
I, being a law-enforcing Officer of the Crown, watched with a open mouth.

There were other human-shapes in the shadows of that van, but the wee-small voice inside me told me not to dwell on this insane moment
and get the hell out of there. I had reached the main road just past the gatehouse when the flash came and spinning around at the sudden
glare, I half-expected to see the Ice Cream van in flames or even worse, the Police Station.

It had gone... the vehicle that had proclaimed lavish-coloured ice cream and monkey's blood, the pink-and-yellow camper that offered
crushed-nuts and time-travel had vanished.

..................................

Somewhere out there is a war, it can straddle space and time and it lurks in plain sight.
No man can fight it alone and the only things it fears is faith and body fluids.
Will you take a ride in that Ice Cream truck?

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  Descriptions of ETs by Contactees
Posted by: Mystic Wanderer - 06-01-2018, 04:58 PM - Forum: UFOs, Aliens and Universal Questions - Replies (13)

For your weekend entertainment, just published yesterday...


Quote:These aliens are REAL, this video promises to lift the lid on why they are here on Earth. From being strapped down to a bed by alien abductors to blacking out for days at a time, to humans who have been upgraded, people across the globe claim to have had incredible experiences of the third kind.



https://youtu.be/vNVPUpyEr6E

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  Women who wear jeans are responsible for earthquakes: Religious leader
Posted by: Wallfire - 06-01-2018, 03:53 PM - Forum: Off Topic - Replies (4)

To be honest im not sure when this thread should be. If it were not so serious I would list it under jokes. Ok its old news but it shows the low IQ and mind set that will destroy any country they are let into.

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The mystery surrounding the true cause of earthquakes has been finally solved, women are to blame. Well that is according to a Pakistani religious leader.
A Pakistani Muslim cleric has blamed women who wear trousers for the increasing number of earthquakes, terrorism and the inflation.
Religious leader Maulana Fazlur Rehman, who labels women in jeans as 'immodest women' said they are responsible for the various disasters that have mauled the world.
He also went on to compare women who do not fully cover their bodies to weapons of mass destruction.
According to the leader of Assembly of Islamic Clergy political party, these women must be eliminated. He called on the Pakistan Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif to carry out a military operation against women who wear jean.
He said that the Taliban would not be causing havoc in their country if women were covered like 'sack of flour' and were always indoors.
"The Taliban are our brothers and their angst against the state is justified. As brother Ansar Abbasi has so eloquently put in the past: TTP's suicide bombings are just Allah's wrath upon us."
"And so there is a need to earmark and eliminate the real enemy of Pakistan: every woman who wears jeans,' he reportedly added," Rehman was quoted on DailyMail.


https://www.sowetanlive.co.za/news/2015-...us-leader/
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  The .22 caliber cell phone
Posted by: 727Sky - 06-01-2018, 11:50 AM - Forum: Firearms and Related Topics - Replies (3)

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When you see the pictures below, you will understand why they want our cell phones through the x-ray machine.  If you get asked to test your cell phone at the airport, this is the reason!

 
 


 
 

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Cell phone GUNS have arrived.  And they are real.  Beneath the digital phone face is a  .22 caliber handgun capable of firing four rounds in rapid succession -- using the standard telephone keypad. European law enforcement officials are stunned by the discovery of these deadly decoys.
 
  Only when you have one in your hand do you realize that  they are heavier than a regular cell phone.
 
 


 
 

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Be patient  -- If security asks to look at your cell phone OR turn it on to show that it works.  They have a good reason! Wake up to our NEW WORLD!!
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P.S. I tried to get the pictures to come up/show but alas no luck...sorry..

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  Think Twice Before Sending in Your DNA
Posted by: Mystic Wanderer - 05-31-2018, 10:08 PM - Forum: The Enlightened Ones or The Powers That Be - Replies (4)

Oh yes, they make it so tempting to hand over your DNA, telling you you need to know where you came from. Maybe you were related to some famous person of old, or whatever hook they can think of. But, before you do, remember... the government has always had sinister motives for collecting anything as personal as DNA. 

What they really want is to keep a file for what could kill you, or make you sick enough to have to spend your life savings on Big Pharma meds; keep you dependent on the government for help. 

But, personally, I think it's more about depopulation. They can't seem to get a war off the ground to kill us, so what else do they have up their sleeve?

All it would take to accomplish their task if they had a person's DNA would be to "create an enzyme to target the genomes of the sick. Create an immunogen to kill off foreign invaders. (Vaccines) Put them together to target someone by DNA. Infect entire water supply and kill only intended victim(s)."
(quotes by Momma MacGyver on Twitter)

Remember when Hillary told her diplomats to get DNA of UN ambassadors?  Hmmm... I wonder why?   minusculethinking


Quote:Hillary Clinton told diplomats to obtain DNA from foreign officials 8 years before Martin Shkreli posted a bounty for her hair

  • Martin Shkreli had his $5 million bond revoked for offering cash for hair grabbed from Hillary Clinton's head.
  • In 2009, classified cables show that the State Department, which was led at the time by Clinton, sought biometric information such as DNA from foreign officials.
  • The officials included key leaders at the United Nations, and representatives for Security Council members.
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Notorious "pharma bro" Martin Shkreli and former presidential hopeful Hillary Clinton have at least one thing in common: they both wanted to have other people to collect someone else's DNA.

Eight years before this week's abrupt jailing of Shkreli for offering Facebook followers a $5,000 bounty for a sample of Clinton's hair, then-Secretary of State Clinton requested that American diplomats collect "biometric information" — such as DNA — from their foreign counterparts, classified documents show.

Those documents detailing a U.S. diplomatic spy effort, obtained in 2010 by Wikileaks, offer yet another bizarre twist to the already bizarre story of how convicted fraudster Shkreli had his $5 million release bond revoked Wednesday night.

Shkreli, 34, last week in a Facebook post, urged his 70,000 or so followers to grab some of Clinton's hair during her ongoing book tour — and said he would pay $5,000 per hair.

"I must confirm the sequences I already have," wrote Shkreli, who in posts a week before said he had Clinton's DNA and suggested he planned to clone her.

Shkreli later claimed the hair bounty offer was a joke. But unamused federal prosecutors asked a judge to revoke his $5 million bail, saying he was a danger to the community.

Judge Kiyo Matsumoto, agreed Wednesday, despite lengthy arguments by Shkreli's lawyer, Benjamin Brafman, that Shkreli was not violent and did not represent a danger to Clinton or anyone else.

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Shkreli now is incarcerated in a Brooklyn, New York, federal jail, where he will await a Jan. 16 sentencing for his conviction in August on securities fraud charges related to hedge funds and a drug company he ran.

Meanwhile, Clinton is continuing to promote her new book about the 2016 presidential election, "What Happened."

What happened in July 2009, according to the Wikileaks documents, is that a State Department cable issued under Clinton's name to American diplomats "called for detailed biometric information 'on key [United Nation's] officials, to include undersecretaries, heads of specialised agencies and their chief advisers," The Guardian newspaper reported in 2010.

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(Red highlights by me)

So, if not for nefarious reasons, why would people in government be so eager to get another person's hair (DNA)?



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Judge sends Martin Shkreli to jail for Facebook post   10:53 AM ET Thu, 14 Sept 2017 | 00:45

Notorious "pharma bro" Martin Shkreli and former presidential hopeful Hillary Clinton have at least one thing in common: they both wanted to have other people to collect someone else's DNA.

Eight years before this week's abrupt jailing of Shkreli for offering Facebook followers a $5,000 bounty for a sample of Clinton's hair, then-Secretary of State Clinton requested that American diplomats collect "biometric information" — such as DNA — from their foreign counterparts, classified documents show.

Those documents detailing a U.S. diplomatic spy effort, obtained in 2010 by Wikileaks, offer yet another bizarre twist to the already bizarre story of how convicted fraudster Shkreli had his $5 million release bond revoked Wednesday night.

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Former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton signs copies of her new book 'What Happened' during an event at a Barnes & Noble bookstore, Sept. 12, 2017, in New York City.

Shkreli, 34, last week in a Facebook post, urged his 70,000 or so followers to grab some of Clinton's hair during her ongoing book tour — and said he would pay $5,000 per hair.

"I must confirm the sequences I already have," wrote Shkreli, who in posts a week before said he had Clinton's DNA and suggested he planned to clone her.

Shkreli later claimed the hair bounty offer was a joke. But unamused federal prosecutors asked a judge to revoke his $5 million bail, saying he was a danger to the community.

Judge Kiyo Matsumoto, agreed Wednesday, despite lengthy arguments by Shkreli's lawyer, Benjamin Brafman, that Shkreli was not violent and did not represent a danger to Clinton or anyone else.

[Image: Capture.PNG]

Shkreli now is incarcerated in a Brooklyn, New York, federal jail, where he will await a Jan. 16 sentencing for his conviction in August on securities fraud charges related to hedge funds and a drug company he ran.

Meanwhile, Clinton is continuing to promote her new book about the 2016 presidential election, "What Happened."

What happened in July 2009, according to the Wikileaks documents, is that a State Department cable issued under Clinton's name to American diplomats "called for detailed biometric information 'on key [United Nation's] officials, to include undersecretaries, heads of specialised agencies and their chief advisers," The Guardian newspaper reported in 2010.

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Justin Solomon | CNBC

Martin Shkreli on lunch break from his court trial in Brooklyn, New York on June 29th, 2017.
Biometric information was also desired from permanent Security Council representatives from China, Russia, France and the United Kingdom, the newspaper reported.

"A parallel directive sent to diplomats in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Uganda, Rwanda and Burundi said biometric data included DNA, fingerprints and iris scans," the Guardian noted at that time.

Shkreli's lawyer declined to comment Thursday when CNBC asked about disclosures in the Wikileaks documents regarding Clinton and the State Department.

CNBC has reached out to representatives for Clinton seeking comment.
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Good luck getting a comment from Killary CNBC, at least one that's honest. 


Just be careful, and realize "they" don't always have your best interest at heart.
The bad news is, they started collecting DNA from newborn babies now.  These people are EVIL!   tinyok

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  Cut! That's a WRAP!
Posted by: OmegaLogos - 05-31-2018, 07:07 PM - Forum: Short Stories - Replies (2)

Explanation: ACTION!

Out of the blue, Marlow stiffened and sighed a little as the world he was just in was carefully dissected and scurried away and off to other places where the sets and props were all stored by the stagehands, out of sight and mind.

He looked mournfully out beyond the now defunct cameras to rows and rows of empty audience seats where, once upon a recent bygone past, the faceless masses had cheered and booed and stomped their feets and clapped their hands. It was over and done to the final death of it!

Oh how he suddenly longed for that which was no more and never could be again!

Time moves on and humanity with it and old and age wearied men like Marlow turn to dust in the wind!

He scowled and with an explosive huff and puff, he made a sudden mad dash for the exits and blasting through the doors he dove head long up the stairs to the rooftop, where he suddenly stopped and looked around at the world he was living in.

The sky was melting in an orange purple Daliesque sunset... Overwhelming in its vastness!

Marlow stopped and stood with his face to the setting sun and closed his eyes!

He took in a long slow breath and felt the warmth run over his face like young kids run over and explore a new playground. His shaking hands tingled and tears welled up and burst forth like a damned dam damned to fail,...
Damned to drown the whole world with its sadness!

"Mr Marlow?... Mr Marlow! Is that you... what are you doing outside the retirement home Mr Marlow? Its medication time! Oh Mr Marlow are you ok... you're crying. There there... it will be ok. Your family will visit you next time. Orderly! Orderly... please come and help me with Mr Marlow! He used to be somebody!".

A young female nurse took Mr Marlow by the arm and led himm towards the young male orderly pushing an empty wheel chair... towards medication time!

Cut! That's a... [WRAP]!

Personal Disclosure: This is an old story of mine that I am reposting here on RN3 because I was inspired by Wallfire's thread ...

The old man [by Wallfire]

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  Alexa Outsmarts George Orwell.
Posted by: BIAD - 05-31-2018, 04:35 PM - Forum: Computers, Internet and the Digital World - Replies (9)

Orwell Got It Wrong.

When George Orwell imagined the future in his book '1984', he foresaw a group of jack-booted thugs
pushing open the public''s front-door and without a word, installing a listening device for the sake of
Big Brother and your evil thoughts.

Luckily, those days never came to pass. We pay for such machines with our own money and smile with
glee as a faceless corporation stores all your private shit with assurance that it's safe.

Christ... it's even worse than having a cell-phone or not covering your laptop camera and speakers!

Quote:Woman says her Amazon device recorded private conversation, sent it out to random contact.

'A Portland family contacted Amazon to investigate after they say a private conversation in their home
was recorded by Amazon's Alexa --the voice-controlled smart speaker --and that the recorded audio
was sent to the phone of a random person in Seattle, who was in the family’s contact list.

"My husband and I would joke and say I'd bet these devices are listening to what we're saying," said
Danielle, who did not want us to use her last name. Every room in her family home was wired with the
Amazon devices to control her home's heat, lights and security system.

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The guilty listening device.

But Danielle said two weeks ago their love for Alexa changed with an alarming phone call.
"The person on the other line said, 'unplug your Alexa devices right now,'" she said. "'You're being hacked.'"
That person was one of her husband's employees, calling from Seattle

"We unplugged all of them and he proceeded to tell us that he had received audio files of recordings from
inside our house," she said. "At first, my husband was, like, 'no you didn't!'
And the (recipient of the message) said 'You sat there talking about hardwood floors.' And we said, 'oh gosh,
you really did hear us.'"

Danielle listened to the conversation when it was sent back to her, and she couldn't believe someone 176 miles
away heard it too. "I felt invaded," she said. "A total privacy invasion. Immediately I said, 'I'm never plugging that
device in again, because I can't trust it.'"

Danielle says she unplugged all the devices, and she repeatedly called Amazon.
She says an Alexa engineer investigated.

"They said 'our engineers went through your logs, and they saw exactly what you told us, they saw exactly what you
said happened, and we're sorry.' He apologized like 15 times in a matter of 30 minutes and he said we really
appreciate you bringing this to our attention, this is something we need to fix!"

But Danielle says the engineer did not provide specifics about why it happened, or if it's a widespread issue.
"He told us that the device just guessed what we were saying," she said. Danielle said the device did not audibly
advise her it was preparing to send the recording, something it’s programmed to do.
When KIRO 7 asked Amazon questions, they sent this response:

“Amazon takes privacy very seriously.
We investigated what happened and determined this was an extremely rare occurrence. We are taking steps to
avoid this from happening in the future."

Thursday afternoon, Amazon spokeswoman Shelby Lichliter sent this statement:
“Echo woke up due to a word in background conversation sounding like 'Alexa.'
Then, the subsequent conversation was heard as a “send message” request.

At which point, Alexa said out loud 'To whom?' At which point, the background conversation was interpreted as a
name in the customer’s contact list.

 Alexa then asked out loud, '[contact name], right?' Alexa then interpreted background conversation as 'right.'
As unlikely as this string of events is, we are evaluating options to make this case even less likely.”

Amazon offered to “de-provision” Danielle’s Alexa communications so she could keep using its Smart Home Features.
But Danielle is hoping Amazon gives her a refund for her devices, which she said their representatives have been
unwilling to do. She says she’s curious to find out if anyone else has experienced the same issue.

"A husband and wife in the privacy of their home have conversations that they're not expecting to be sent to someone
(in) their address book," she said...'
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  The old man
Posted by: Wallfire - 05-31-2018, 10:47 AM - Forum: Short Stories - Replies (4)

He was not that old, this man who sat under a tree, the true age was in his heart, the pain of his
life had aged him way beyond his years. Who was this old man who many said hello to but noone knew.
His goverment had use him then dumped him, but that was ok, he knew the rules before he started.
Who was this old man that often helped young girls who were selling themselfs to get money to make
ends meet, he would give them money, sometimes take them to his home to feed tham and let them be safe
for the night, he never used them but sometimes held them safe for a night.Even when they offered sex
he would say no. Strange that other people called him a dirty old man, the same people who called the young
girls whores. It these girls are whores then what should we call the men who use them, he would smile
at this
In his life he understood many things, the most important never trust anyone, and never never trust
friends. Friends will always betray you if the gain for them is enough, trust only your self. The old
man had lived by this moto most of his life, but now his body was failing the cancer had seen to that
He moved his body a little to ease pain, and yet the pain reminded him he was still alive.
He had seen many horrors in war, but the greatest horrors he had seen were happing in the clean streets
and the tidy houses behind closed doors, incest, rape beatings, he had seen it all himself so showed no
shock when the girls told him of such things, but believed them.
The old man had known love, his first and only wife of 20 years knew he was a good man, but she never
knew him, when that time was over, they went there way,she was angry at him because even after all
the years she only knew he was a good man but not who he is.
He had made many mistakes in his life but had few regrets, what is done is done and can never be changed
he use to say.Perhaps his one great pain was that the only person who did know him had been murdered, the
bastard who killed her also killed himself so he could not kill them, the rage and anger was still burning
bright in him even after so many years, the only person he could release the fury on was dead, so he just
carried it deep inside.
People do not understand the power of words, they do not understand once they are said they can never be taken
back, and yet the word most used the word "sorry" has no power or meaning, the old man understood this.
The old man spent a lot of time in nature, going to places not many people would go.He would sit often not because
he wanted to but because he had to, cancer does not care who you are it just takes and takes.
Its strange this old man who sits under a tree alone is the good man the hero who so many of us want to be, and
yet as we look at this old man who people call strange, call him a dirty old man, this old man who seldom speaks
Is this old lonely man who no one knows reaily the hero we all want to be, no he cant be.
So the old man sits alone knowing he will die alone with none left who know who he is, many know what to call him
but no one knows his name

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  The cancer research that pharmaceutical companies won't fund
Posted by: OmegaLogos - 05-31-2018, 07:51 AM - Forum: Betterment through Pharmacology - Replies (12)

Explanation: The cancer research that pharmaceutical companies won't fund

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaOWeeNPMJw







Quote:Dr Fiona Simpson and her team are at the clinical trial stage of developing a promising new way to treat certain cancers. The only problem is it is based on dosages of a cheap, readily available drug that is no longer under patent. She says pharmaceutical companies don’t want to pursue it because they won’t be able to make money from it. This is Dr Simpson’s powerful, personal story about the business of cancer research. Recorded as part of a live Ockham's Razor event at the World Science Festival 2018 in Brisbane. Subscribe to the Ockham's Razor podcast for talks from the world's best science minds.

Personal Disclosure: This shows a lot of promise! Please support this if you can afford to do so ok!

On the note of conspiracy theory surrounding cancer cures, I think this puts the issue whether our fears are confirmed or not to bed by saying yes indeed they are confirmed by this insider whistleblower Dr Fiona Simpson. tinysure 

Basically the drug called Stemetil ...

https://www.nps.org.au/medical-info/medi...il-tablets

... removes the cancers cloaking system and thereby allows the persons own immune system to kill the cancer as it can now see and target it properly.

Well Done to Dr Fiona Simpson and her team for finding out such a wonderous cheap potentially life saving cure for us all. minusculebeercheers

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