If this were a private company, people would be in jail. But because it was government employees (and because so many people worship at the Church of the State) nothing will happen other than chin tugging "Mistakes Were Made" mumbling.
Monday, April 30, 2018
Just how badly did the Broward County Sheriff's office screw up the Parkland school situation
Unbelievable.
If this were a private company, people would be in jail. But because it was government employees (and because so many people worship at the Church of the State) nothing will happen other than chin tugging "Mistakes Were Made" mumbling.
If this were a private company, people would be in jail. But because it was government employees (and because so many people worship at the Church of the State) nothing will happen other than chin tugging "Mistakes Were Made" mumbling.
Proposed "Universal Secure Backdoor" for iPhones isn't secure
Ray Ozzie is one of the technical giants of the computer era. He was one of the team that created VisiCalc back in the 1980s. He followed this by creating Lotus Notes (IIRC, this is still being sold by IBM two decades later which has to be some kind of record). He was one of Microsoft's CTOs and took over as Chief Software Architect from Bill Gates himself. He is responsible for Microsoft's Azure cloud initiative - if you haven't heard of this, it's a bet-the-company gamble on making Microsoft Office work as a cloud service. It looks like it's going to save Microsoft's bacon.
That's quite a resume. Ozzie has a new proposal out for a secure universal backdoor to allow Law Enforcement to unlock iPhones. It's an excellent example of the way that great software engineers are spectacular failures as security engineers.
The Geek With Guns has background on how it's supposed to work:
Ozzie makes an assumption that makes sense only if you don't understand operational procedure. Yes, we've secured the keys under Scenario A. Ozzie spends absolutely no time at all showing how his Scenario B is similar to Scenario A. Quite frankly, it's not even in the same ballpark. A procedure that is performed a few dozen times a year can be handled quite well by a small group of highly security savvy people; the same procedure performed thousands of times a year simply cannot be. I myself have been part of these teams, and there is a very high level of awareness of the implications of any screwup, and so team members need joint simultaneous access to the system to make it work. Think of it as sort of like ICMBs where there are two launch keys that have to be turned simultaneously, with the locks on opposite sides of the room. The Launch Operators have to work together to make it happen.
That works for a few launches, but couldn't possibly work for a dozen a day or more, which is what Law Enforcement would want. The system will collapse - or be intentionally subverted - a thousand different ways:
The answer to both questions, of course, is identical. Because fuck you is why.
* Assuming you can get one of these today. Which you can't. But while Law Enforcement could indeed collect all your data from the companies who collect it, it would be a royal pain in the behind for them to go to Apple, Google, Facebook, Twitter, and all the other companies with warrants. Which is why they want backdoors.
That's quite a resume. Ozzie has a new proposal out for a secure universal backdoor to allow Law Enforcement to unlock iPhones. It's an excellent example of the way that great software engineers are spectacular failures as security engineers.
The Geek With Guns has background on how it's supposed to work:
Well, so what's the problem? After all, the keys used to sign software are incredibly sensitive - if someone gains access to your keys they could sign all sorts of malware which people's computers would recognize as coming from you. So keeping these keys on the same secure system solves the problem, right? Well, no:Dubbed “Clear,” Ozzie’s idea was first detailed Wednesday in an article published in Wired and described in general terms last month.[…]
- Apple and other manufacturers would generate a cryptographic keypair and would install the public key on every device and keep the private key in the same type of ultra-secure storage vault it uses to safeguard code-signing keys.
- The public key on the phone would be used to encrypt the PIN users set to unlock their devices. This encrypted PIN would then be stored on the device.
- In cases where “exceptional access” is justified, law enforcement officials would first obtain a search warrant that would allow them to place a device they have physical access over into some sort of recovery mode. This mode would (a) display the encrypted PIN and (b) effectively brick the phone in a way that would permanently prevent it from being used further or from data on it being erased.
- Law enforcement officials would send the encrypted PIN to the manufacturer. Once the manufacturer is certain the warrant is valid, it would use the private key stored in its secure vault to decrypt the PIN and provide it to the law enforcement officials.
Yes, Apple has a vault where they've successfully protected important keys. No, it doesn't mean this vault scales. The more people and the more often you have to touch the vault, the less secure it becomes. We are talking thousands of requests per day from 100,000 different law enforcement agencies around the world. We are unlikely to protect this against incompetence and mistakes. We are definitely unable to secure this against deliberate attack.
Ozzie makes an assumption that makes sense only if you don't understand operational procedure. Yes, we've secured the keys under Scenario A. Ozzie spends absolutely no time at all showing how his Scenario B is similar to Scenario A. Quite frankly, it's not even in the same ballpark. A procedure that is performed a few dozen times a year can be handled quite well by a small group of highly security savvy people; the same procedure performed thousands of times a year simply cannot be. I myself have been part of these teams, and there is a very high level of awareness of the implications of any screwup, and so team members need joint simultaneous access to the system to make it work. Think of it as sort of like ICMBs where there are two launch keys that have to be turned simultaneously, with the locks on opposite sides of the room. The Launch Operators have to work together to make it happen.
That works for a few launches, but couldn't possibly work for a dozen a day or more, which is what Law Enforcement would want. The system will collapse - or be intentionally subverted - a thousand different ways:
We have a mathematically pure encryption algorithm called the "One Time Pad". It can't ever be broken, provably so with mathematics.Nope. This isn't about hardware or software, it's about wetware (sometimes called "peopleware"). People, as we all know, are prone to make mistakes or to be corruptible. And this is where the Geek With Guns makes his point:
It's also perfectly useless, as it's not something humans can use. That's why we use AES, which is vastly less secure (anything you encrypt today can probably be decrypted in 100 years). AES can be used by humans whereas One Time Pads cannot be. (I learned the fallacy of One Time Pad's on my grandfather's knee -- he was a WW II codebreaker who broke German messages trying to futz with One Time Pads).
The same is true with Ozzie's scheme. It focuses on the mathematical model but ignores the human element. We already know how to solve the mathematical problem in a hundred different ways. The part we don't know how to secure is the human element.
How do we know the law enforcement person is who they say they are? How do we know the "trusted Apple employee" can't be bribed? How can the law enforcement agent communicate securely with the Apple employee?
You think these things are theoretical, but they aren't.
What’s noteworthy in regards to this post is the fact that nowhere does the Fourth Amendment state that measures have to be taken to make information easily accessible to the government once a warrant is issued. This omission is noteworthy because a lot of the political debates revolving around computer security are argued as if the Fourth Amendment contains or implies such languageWe are often asked "Why do you need an AR-15?" The question implies that we need to justify ourselves to some government authority and get permission before we can do something. You could easily rephrase the question to "Why do you need a phone that keeps your secrets from everyone"*
The answer to both questions, of course, is identical. Because fuck you is why.
* Assuming you can get one of these today. Which you can't. But while Law Enforcement could indeed collect all your data from the companies who collect it, it would be a royal pain in the behind for them to go to Apple, Google, Facebook, Twitter, and all the other companies with warrants. Which is why they want backdoors.
I'm not sure where the North Korea negotiations are going
Sunday, April 29, 2018
William Blake (verse) and Sir Hubert Parry (score), Jerusalem
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
- William Blake, Jerusalem
William Blake was a revolutionary, a supporter of the French revolution, and was actually tried (and acquitted) of High Treason and Sedition in 1804 England. Considered borderline mad by his contemporaries, he became highly regarded in later years. His writings became a core of the Fabian Socialists, and this hymn (put to music in 1916 by Sir Hubert Parry) became a favorite with working class socialists.
And still is today. Socialist Review opens their article on the hymn with this:
For Danny Boyle, on the left, Jerusalem created the opportunity to include industrial workers in the Olympic opening ceremony. For David Cameron, on the right, Jerusalem is an expression of distinctively English nationhood. For many ordinary people Jerusalem offers a welcome alternative to the depressing, jingoist dirge of God Save the Queen.
Jerusalem is open to many interpretations. William Blake was a complex character and his works can be difficult to read - but one thing Blake was not was a nationalist of any kind. He was a revolutionary.
This hymn is more complicated for today's left to swallow because of the Nationalist themes. In contrast, Beethoven's annexation of Schiller's Ode To Joy in his Ninth Symphony is universalist and so is acceptable to socialist organizations like the Olympics or the European Union, both of which have adopted it as their anthem. International organizations must needs adopt universalist symbols.
But in Britain, no such constraints are felt, and since the triumph of socialism in that land is complete, this hymn remains popular. It touches a deep nerve, and the words fail describe the never sleeping mania of the Left:
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In Englands green & pleasant Land.
Scientists and experts would plan, and workers would compete with zeal, until the New Jerusalem stood in England's green and pleasant land. That was the ideal.
The reality is, if not quite as grotesque as the other socialist experiments behind the Iron Curtain and elsewhere, plenty grotesque. A bumbling National Health Service is revered by the populace as it intentionally kills their children. Attempts by desperate parents to seek care outside England's green and pleasant land are blocked by police; the Sword indeed does not sleep in their hand. It's not enough that the NHS doesn't provide care, no others must be allowed to either.
And so the New Jerusalem is indeed built, but it is a ruin. It is perhaps best described by another English poet who lived a century after Blake. In The Wasteland, T. S. Eliot painted a very different vision of England's future. It's a little uncanny how the opening line is extra poignant today:
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
But he is only warming up. Here is his vision of the New Jerusalem that was being built, even as he wrote:
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.
The NHS remains quite popular despite the furious sacrifice of toddlers on Socialism's altar. The national propaganda effort has borne fruit, although like propaganda in all mature socialist societies it is very strange:
Theodore Dalrymple explained this well.
"In my study of communist societies, I came to the conclusion that the purpose of communist propaganda was not to persuade or convince, not to inform, but to humiliate; and therefore, the less it corresponded to reality the better. When people are forced to remain silent when they are being told the most obvious lies, or even worse when they are forced to repeat the lies themselves, they lose once and for all their sense of probity. To assent to obvious lies is...in some small way to become evil oneself. One's standing to resist anything is thus eroded, and even destroyed. A society of emasculated liars is easy to control. I think if you examine political correctness, it has the same effect and is intended to," he wrote.
Yet another English author, C. S. Lewis explains the poisoned fruit of the Fabian Socialists who now rule the realm and who direct the NHS:
We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.
But at least the public holds the NHS in high esteem. England is screwed. The English people are screwed, but at least they seem to like it. Pretty music, though, and nice pictures of a land now lost. Pictures from an England that is in the place that Great Britain used to be.
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Rest in peace, Alfie Evans
Killed by socialized medicine.
You want a vision of the future? Imagine a police line preventing people from taking toddlers to get health care, until they die.
You want a vision of the future? Imagine a police line preventing people from taking toddlers to get health care, until they die.
— Sal the Agorist (@SallyMayweather) April 28, 2018
Orwell is spinning in his grave. We're told that the dark night of fascism is always falling on America, and yet there is in in Britain.
You know Britain, right? It's in the place where Great Britain used to br.
Friday, April 27, 2018
Socialized medicine is not fair or compassionate to the poor
Proof:
— Sal the Agorist (@SallyMayweather) April 28, 2018
At this point can anyone who ever talked about how awesome national health would be just shut up and sit down in the back of the room? Grown ups are talking.
Render unto Caesar
Everyone knows this quote from the Gospels: Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's, and render unto God that which is God's. So what belongs to Caesar, and what belongs to God?
In Britain, the lives of the Subjects of the Crown belong to Caesar. This is recognized throughout the land, to the extent that the Roman Catholic Archbishop of Liverpool has thrown in the towel:
The Catholic Bishops in the United States disagrees with him.
Here on these shores, we seemingly still have a Roman Catholic church that understands this. We also have our own holy scripture, a secular one:
This post sports the tag "Statist Pricks" because the Most Reverend McMahon is most assuredly one.
In Britain, the lives of the Subjects of the Crown belong to Caesar. This is recognized throughout the land, to the extent that the Roman Catholic Archbishop of Liverpool has thrown in the towel:
The Archbishop of Liverpool has backed Alder Hey hospital’s handling of the Alfie Evans case, saying doctors have done everything “humanly possible” to help the child.Everything humanly possible? The Italian government would beg to differ with the Most Reverend McMahon. They made Alfie a citizen, eligible for treatment there. Rome’s Bambino Gesù hospital stands ready to treat him, and airplanes and helicopters stand ready to take little Alfie and his parents to treatment.
The Catholic Bishops in the United States disagrees with him.
We urge all Catholics to join the Holy Father in praying for #AlfieEvans and his family and that their desire to seek new forms of treatment may be granted. May the dignity of Alfie’s life and all human life, especially those who are most vulnerable, be respected and upheld. https://t.co/gA4RhU7nL0— US Catholic Bishops (@USCCB) April 25, 2018
The Pope disagrees with him.
Moved by the prayers and immense solidarity shown little Alfie Evans, I renew my appeal that the suffering of his parents may be heard and that their desire to seek new forms of treatment may be granted.— Pope Francis (@Pontifex) April 23, 2018
So His Grace clearly does not think that a person's life belongs to them, or to God. Or at the very least, he does not think that Alfie Evans' life belongs to Alfie, or to God. Rather, His Grace believes that Alfie's life belongs to the Crown. After all, he tells us that everything “humanly possible” has been done to help the child, ignoring that the Police hold him hostage in a hospital that intends to starve him to death. Police that turned away a German Air Ambulance come to take him for treatment far from the shores of Her Majesty's Scepter'd Isle.
The Crown's motivation is clear: with socialized health care, they're on the hook for Alfie's health care costs for the rest of his life. The bean counters in the NHS have obviously realized that the cost/benefit payout of Alfie's life says they should shorten that life as much as they can. That's quite ugly, but rational in a purely utilitarian sense.
But the Crown pays them for that sort of thinking. The Crown (presumably) does not pay His Grace. So what's his excuse? Why does he bow his head and tug his forelock to the green eyeshade crew at the NHS? Why does he differ so completely and so (it must be said) violently from the Revealed teaching of his fellow Bishops? Of his Pontif?
One suspects that the reason is that His Grace is a fully paid up member in the Ruling Elite of that sad land. No doubt with a membership card and secret handshake and everything. He certainly won't lift a finger to protect his flock from them. The Shepherd is in cahoots with the wolves. He worships at the altar of Ba'al.
Of what use, then, is a British Roman Catholic church? The World wonders.
No doubt His Grace is familiar with Matthew 25: 40-45:
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.42 For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’44 “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’45 “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’
Here on these shores, we seemingly still have a Roman Catholic church that understands this. We also have our own holy scripture, a secular one:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it
Life. We hold it to be an unalienable right. Not granted by the government, or the NHS, but endowed by our Creator.
And abolish the old form of Government we did. We are no longer subjects of the British Crown and have not been these centuries. The reason is one that His Grace should recognize, but probably refuses to:
And abolish the old form of Government we did. We are no longer subjects of the British Crown and have not been these centuries. The reason is one that His Grace should recognize, but probably refuses to:
But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.Weep for the Catholic church in Britain, adrift with no leadership that deserves the name. And weep for Britain. It used to he Great.
This post sports the tag "Statist Pricks" because the Most Reverend McMahon is most assuredly one.
Ski Lift shut down because of bad Internet security
I'm not making this up, you know:
As I like to say, security wasn't an after thought, it wasn't thought of at all. It's distressingly common:
Officials from the city of Innsbruck in Austria have shut down a local ski lift after two security researchers found its control panel open wide on the Internet, and allowing anyone to take control of the ski lift's operational settings.
The two researchers are Tim Philipp Schäfers and Sebastian Neef, both with InternetWache.org, an IT security-focused organization.
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On March 16, Schäfers and Neef discovered the Human Machine Interface (HMI) used for controlling Patscherkofelbahn, a ski lift that connects the village of Igls with the Patscherkofel mountain resort, to the south of Innsbruck.
The two were surprised because there wasn't any login screen to prevent Internet user from accessing and interacting with the HMI panel.
Settings for controlling the ski lift's speed, the distance between cable cars, and cable tension were all exposed in the open, along with logs and other data.What's a worse password than "password"? Not requiring a password at all. Herren Schäfers and Neef realized the danger to life and limb and went straight to Austria's Computer Emergency Response Team. CERT contacted the ski resort, who shut down the lift.
As I like to say, security wasn't an after thought, it wasn't thought of at all. It's distressingly common:
As for Schäfers and Neef, the two said they'll continue to scan the Internet for unprotected systems. "It's like finding a 'needle in the haystack' and makes a lot of fun," Schäfers told us,
"In the past, we also found the building control panel of a clinic in Switzerland, the control panel of mobile traffic lights in Germany, control panels of wind farms across the world, and three waterworks in Germany."
"We had direct control over the Industrial Control Systems (ICSs) and would have been able to turn off the water for thousands of people, in the case of the waterworks systems, or do other harm," Schäfers said.I was promised that when the future came, I'd have a flying car. Instead, everything is insecure because idiots set everything up.
Thursday, April 26, 2018
The failure of the Public Schools
Even NPR is noticing that a lot of kids don't need to go to College, and can do very well by not going to College:
The Public Education system is selling education to students. It's terribly expensive - destructively expensive - education, but why not? After all, that's what they sell to the students' parents. You need to invest in your kid's education.
It's a scam. Caveat emptor.
You hear a lot about how much more college graduates make compared to their non-college graduate peers, but it's funny how Colleges don't break that down by major, or compare it to non-College work by industry and job classification. Gosh, I wonder why they don't do that. /sarc
If you have a High School age kid, get them a copy of this:
Like most other American high school students, Garret Morgan had it drummed into him constantly: Go to college. Get a bachelor's degree.
"All through my life it was, 'if you don't go to college you're going to end up on the streets,' " Morgan said. "Everybody's so gung-ho about going to college."
So he tried it for a while. Then he quit and started training as an ironworker, which is what he is doing on a weekday morning in a nondescript high-ceilinged building with a concrete floor in an industrial park near the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport.
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Morgan, who is 20, is already working on a job site when he isn't at the Pacific Northwest Ironworkers shop. He gets benefits, including a pension, from employers at the job sites where he is training. And he is earning $28.36 an hour, or more than $50,000 a year, which is almost certain to steadily increase.His attitude towards his College bound High School friends?
As for his friends from high school, "they're still in college," he said with a wry grin. "Someday maybe they'll make as much as me."LULZ.
The Public Education system is selling education to students. It's terribly expensive - destructively expensive - education, but why not? After all, that's what they sell to the students' parents. You need to invest in your kid's education.
It's a scam. Caveat emptor.
You hear a lot about how much more college graduates make compared to their non-college graduate peers, but it's funny how Colleges don't break that down by major, or compare it to non-College work by industry and job classification. Gosh, I wonder why they don't do that. /sarc
If you have a High School age kid, get them a copy of this:
World War II Navajo Code Talker reports for final muster
Roy Hawthorne dead at 92:
Semper fi, Corporal.Navajo Code Talker Roy Hawthorne, who used his native language as an uncrackable code during World War II, died Saturday.At 92, he was one of the last surviving Code Talkers.Hawthorne was 17 when he enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps and became part of a famed group of Native Americans who encoded hundreds of messages in the Navajo language to keep them safe from the Japanese. Hawthorne served in the 1st Marine Division in the Pacific Theatre and was promoted to corporal.
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
NSA discovers that oft evil will shall evil mar
The International Standards Organization has rejected two NSA developed encryption ciphers. It used to be that NSA ciphers were considered the gold standard, but there is a wide perception that if there aren't explicit backdoors that at least NSA knows how to crack the ciphers (i.e. the cipher is "broken as designed").
In a sense, this is a shame, since the ciphers were designed to be usable by low power processors on the Internet Of Things. The IoT can use all the security help it can get, but ISO looks like they're not convinced that NSA is actually helping.
And FYI, this is the second time NSA has tried to push through these ciphers, and the second time they've been rejected.
Hat tip: Bruce Schneier.
In a sense, this is a shame, since the ciphers were designed to be usable by low power processors on the Internet Of Things. The IoT can use all the security help it can get, but ISO looks like they're not convinced that NSA is actually helping.
And FYI, this is the second time NSA has tried to push through these ciphers, and the second time they've been rejected.
Hat tip: Bruce Schneier.
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
The sacrifice of the children
There was in their city a bronze image of Cronus [Ba'al] extending its hands, palms up and sloping toward the ground, so that each of the children when placed thereon rolled down and fell into a sort of gaping pit filled with fire.Ancient Carthage was founded by Phoenicians, who brought their religion of Ba'al with them. You may be more familiar with their Canaanite cousins: Beelzebub from the Bible is the Hebrew's view of the same deity, and they roundly condemned its worship. In particular, they wrote of the practice of sacrificing infant children to the god. The Carthaginians continued this practice, seemingly even after their conquest by Rome.
- Diodorus Siculus (1st Century BC)
In addition to many ancient written sources that discussed this sacrifice, there is archaeological evidence. The site of Carthage has cemeteries full of urns. The urns contain the charred bones of infant children, and even children as old as two years.
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Tertullian, writing around 200 AD tells of how a Roman governor had priests of Ba'al crucified for continuing this practice. Even as ruthless and stoic a people as they blanched at this ritual slaughter of the innocent.
Oh, for modern-day governors cut from that same cloth. Children are still being sacrificed on the alter today, only this time it is the altar of socialized medicine:
Alfie Evans, the severely ill toddler whose life support machine was switched off on Monday, could immediately be flown to a children’s hospital in Rome for treatment if a last-ditch appeal succeeds, a solicitor involved in the case has said.
The child’s parents were granted an emergency hearing before a high court judge on Tuesday afternoon after they said the 23-month-old boy had been breathing unassisted since his life support was removed.
His father later said that water and oxygen had been restored.
Read that last sentence again, if you have the stomach to. His father later said that water and oxygen had been restored.
Doctors cut off water from a baby. How could that have happened?
The religion of socialized medicine rules the land that used to be Great Britain. That religion has a priesthood, trained in the Universities and ruthless in their demand to be appeased. They control the purse strings of the hospitals, and therefore the doctors. Their sacred writ (the "Liverpool Pathway") is enforced - and they pay cash money for sacrifices, to the tune of millions of pounds sterling each year.
The priesthood's rule is so complete that the parents were forbidden to take their baby out of the country, even though there were other countries willing to take him. Italy made Alfie a citizen, entitling him to healthcare in that land. The Pope himself offered free hospital care, and appealed personally to the priesthood in the British Isles.
We shall see how this plays out. It played out badly last year for little Charlie Gard, a baby in the same locale who met a bitter fate on the altar ofBa'al the NHS. Because that god is a cruel one, with an unending appetite for human sacrifice. How very odd that Progressives think they're inventing new and better paradigms, when they are merely reverting to the old and discredited.
Remember, these people look down on you as incompletely civilized. With me, the feeling is mutual.
Doctors cut off water from a baby. How could that have happened?
The religion of socialized medicine rules the land that used to be Great Britain. That religion has a priesthood, trained in the Universities and ruthless in their demand to be appeased. They control the purse strings of the hospitals, and therefore the doctors. Their sacred writ (the "Liverpool Pathway") is enforced - and they pay cash money for sacrifices, to the tune of millions of pounds sterling each year.
The priesthood's rule is so complete that the parents were forbidden to take their baby out of the country, even though there were other countries willing to take him. Italy made Alfie a citizen, entitling him to healthcare in that land. The Pope himself offered free hospital care, and appealed personally to the priesthood in the British Isles.
We shall see how this plays out. It played out badly last year for little Charlie Gard, a baby in the same locale who met a bitter fate on the altar of
Remember, these people look down on you as incompletely civilized. With me, the feeling is mutual.
He [Cato] never gave his opinion in the Senate on any other point whatsoever, without adding these words "And in my opinion, Carthage should be utterly destroyed". [Delenda est Carthago]UPDATE 24 April 2018 19:05: Word:
- Plutarch, Lives of the Noble Romans
— Sal the Agorist (@SallyMayweather) April 24, 2018
Why Civilizations fall
This is a very interesting, short discussion by Sir Kenneth Clark on why the ancient civilizations of Greece and Rome fell. It's well worth a listen, and will make you think about the current assault by the "Intellectual Class" on our own civilization's self-confidence.
Quite frankly, it's Exhibit A in the case of the People v. the Universities, and strong evidence in support of the proposition that we should entirely de-fund higher education.
Monday, April 23, 2018
Once again, with feeling: do NOT use your fingerprint to unlock your devices
Police in UK arrest a man based on a fingerprint seen in a photo he posted online:
1. You probably don't know if you've posted photos with enough detail for someone to make your fingerprint. In more formal security-speak, you can't tell if your fingerprint has been compromised or not.
2. The first rule of passwords is that if you think it may have been compromised, you change the password. If you use your fingerprint as a password, you can't change it.
And I'll keep beating the drum that I've been pounding on:
3. In some jurisdictions (example: the USA) the authorities cannot compel you to tell them your password (in this case, due to your 5th Amendment protection against compelled testimony against yourself). However, there is no restriction on them taking your finger and running it across the scanner to unlock your phone. Or presumably taking your fingerprint (which they do as a matter of routine) and 3D printing one that they use to unlock your device.
To be perfectly clear: stop using your fingerprint to unlock your devices. Srlsy. Right now.
A pioneering fingerprint technique used to convict a drugs gang from a WhatsApp message "is the future" of how police approach evidence to catch criminals.
An image of a man holding ecstasy tablets in his palm was found on the mobile of someone arrested in Bridgend.
It was sent to South Wales Police's scientific support unit and helped to secure 11 convictions.It's just a short step from a photo to a 3D printer, and then you have something that someone can use to get into your stuff. Let's review the security badness in this strategy:
1. You probably don't know if you've posted photos with enough detail for someone to make your fingerprint. In more formal security-speak, you can't tell if your fingerprint has been compromised or not.
2. The first rule of passwords is that if you think it may have been compromised, you change the password. If you use your fingerprint as a password, you can't change it.
And I'll keep beating the drum that I've been pounding on:
3. In some jurisdictions (example: the USA) the authorities cannot compel you to tell them your password (in this case, due to your 5th Amendment protection against compelled testimony against yourself). However, there is no restriction on them taking your finger and running it across the scanner to unlock your phone. Or presumably taking your fingerprint (which they do as a matter of routine) and 3D printing one that they use to unlock your device.
To be perfectly clear: stop using your fingerprint to unlock your devices. Srlsy. Right now.
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Alessandro Rolla - Violin Concerto in B-flat major
Alessandro Rolla was an Italian classical composer mostly known as the teacher of Paganini. He really deserves better, as his music was in some (albeit limited ways) groundbreaking, and was published all over Europe. A virtuoso on the viola, he composed a great deal of music for an instrument that had mostly been in the shadow of its better known cousin, the violin.
His reputation was such that he was appointed conductor of the orchestra of La Scala. The French under Napoleon had conquered Italy and the new governor wanted the orchestra to showcase the greatest virtuosos available. Rolla's success there was such that when the French were expelled after Napoleon's fall he remained conductor until retiring in 1833.
Bootnote: It was surprising to discover that in over 250 weekly Sunday Classical posts, I have never done one on Paganini. I'll have to correct that oversight next week.
His reputation was such that he was appointed conductor of the orchestra of La Scala. The French under Napoleon had conquered Italy and the new governor wanted the orchestra to showcase the greatest virtuosos available. Rolla's success there was such that when the French were expelled after Napoleon's fall he remained conductor until retiring in 1833.
Bootnote: It was surprising to discover that in over 250 weekly Sunday Classical posts, I have never done one on Paganini. I'll have to correct that oversight next week.
Pieces of History - A Brigid Guest Post
There's often some junk, valuable only to the person that originally purchased it, for reasons unknown. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say, and for every Popeil Pocket Chainsaw (with Cap Snaffler), there's someone that would buy one. There are also treasures, marked up accordingly, there are small things, that only a certain individual will be drawn to. There are things that were once worn, things that once graced a home, things in small jars, the buyer peering into them, as if inspecting some curious small life form preserved in alcohol.
In my kitchen are a number of things from such places, a bread box, a scale, glasses and some dishes. In the shop, even more so, things that previous generations used as they cleared and planted the pitiless earth, crafting what they needed to survive out of the materials at hand, doing so as they endured, the tools, straight, yet nicked and worn, much like the men the held them, twins of the same travail.
I came back from a short trip a lifetime ago to find a housecleaning had occurred, during my absence, not of the dust bunny roundup, but the purging of "things", of which there really weren't very many in a young couple's home. But things of value were suddenly missing, or in the process of being hauled away, including a baby grand piano that I bought before we'd even met with a small annuity I got when my Mom died. My husband at the time was overseeing it being hauled off on a farmer's old truck with other things. Things that would bring money that would pay off the debts of one who gambled, not just with dice or cards, but with generous nature of man or machine, taking risks that could prove costly, and typically losing. The $8000 piano that was my Mom's only legacy sold for just a five hundred dollars
I watched quietly as the doors to the moving truck opened up, filling the air with the smell of cold and impending snow, the piano itself sitting there, as if rooted to the ground, in the grip of some dreadful inertia. Or maybe that was me.
I wanted to speak out, knowing I would only be met with the voice that had that quality at once, both dismissal and coldness, as though it had no interest in what you would say, or what the words even meant. Speaking up meant consequence upon soft flesh, bruises hidden under a stiff cloth and within a stiff heart. I kept quiet, breath simply taken in, a small gesture of self-preservation, but a part of me left that day on that truck, next to a garden that filled with darkness.
There are things I have that others would look at and simply scratch their head. A Lollipop with a dried scorpion in it, an old beaker, a small stuffed Hedgehog, a blue uniform type shirt that hangs in the closet, a tiny ceramic skunk. An old violin, one that pales in comparison next to Partner's, one he played in a symphony orchestra in Austria when he was a young man. It's like sitting a 1986 Saturn next to a Lamborghini.
Yet that cheap violin was the first one I played, albeit badly, and in the playing came healing, and I again braved a piano bench, an accompaniment of trust as the notes of a violin rose, crystal sounds of loss and hope that swelled up out of the frozen night.
They are important to me, for reasons beyond the value of their form, the appreciation of their worth. Without them I am still strong of spirit, grown that way through time and adversity, yet against the evil of man, there in the dark, outweighed or outnumbered, I'm simply the flame of one small match and as weak, under a unforgiving moon.
In your home, as well perhaps, as in mine, uniforms of those that went before, carefully maintained, to be passed down, to along to those who will remember.
- Brigid
Saturday, April 21, 2018
The Kentucky Assault Pistol
Why, oh why do we allow these killing machines on our streets.
I mean, I can't even.
Hat tip: The People's Cube.
I mean, I can't even.
Hat tip: The People's Cube.
Hitler deletes his Facebook account
I mean, you don't get to be fuhrer of a thousand year Reich by being careless with your personal data ...
Friday, April 20, 2018
Happy 4/20 Day!
Party on, Garth! I recommend this to wet your whistle:
SweetWater 420 IPA, probably my favorite IPA. It isn't pasteurized (maybe the reason I like it so much) so you might only see it in the south and the east coast.
Or you can kick back with Muddy Waters and have you some Champagne and Reefer.
Bootnote: I've never been one to partake of the evil weed, myself. But I'm told that today isn't just Hitler's birthday, it's also a holiday. Of sorts. The kids tell me that. I'd tell them to get off of my lawn, but there's grass involved ...
UPDATE 4/20/2018 17:18: I see it's not just me:
SweetWater 420 IPA, probably my favorite IPA. It isn't pasteurized (maybe the reason I like it so much) so you might only see it in the south and the east coast.
Or you can kick back with Muddy Waters and have you some Champagne and Reefer.
Bootnote: I've never been one to partake of the evil weed, myself. But I'm told that today isn't just Hitler's birthday, it's also a holiday. Of sorts. The kids tell me that. I'd tell them to get off of my lawn, but there's grass involved ...
UPDATE 4/20/2018 17:18: I see it's not just me:
— Sal the Agorist (@SallyMayweather) April 20, 2018
Blogroll update
A long time buddy has started a blog, Minds Of A Feather. Blogrolled. Go check him out.
Thursday, April 19, 2018
Man with a knife, hollering "Allahu Akbar" drives into a crowd of bikers
On Saturday almost 1,500 motorcyclists gathered in Aix-en-Provence in the Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur region, protesting against the speed limit of 80 kmh [50mph]. Around 5 pm one of the drivers, irritated by the blockage of the road by the demonstration, couldn’t stand it any more and, swinging a knife through the open window, he plowed his car into the rallying motorcyclists. Some of the witnesses testified that he was shouting “Allahu Akhbar”.Ah, France. Blocking roads has become an art form. Or an entertainment. Or both.
Two of the motorcyclists were wounded: one in the hand and the other in the arm. Both were hospitalized. However, the angry crowd turned on the car, and with the help of helmets and rocks they began to destroy it. The driver and the passengers, however, managed to break free and avoid lynching.It may be France, but these are bikers. Click through to enjoy the video of, well, bikers reacting exactly how you think they'd react. I'm actually surprised at how many of them used their helmets to hammer the car - good helmets aren't cheap, and once you give it a thwack like that, it's off to the Helmet Shoppe for you.
File this under a major failure of the victim selection process.
Dick's Sporting Goods: they hate you
George finds that they haven't just stopped selling AR pattern rifles, but that they've destroyed their existing stock.
They've decided that they don't want customers like us. Duly noted.
They've decided that they don't want customers like us. Duly noted.
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Is there some hope for Internet Of Things security?
Maybe. Microsoft just announced they are getting into the game:
1. The people who write the IoT apps don't know the first thing about security, and so make mistakes that everyone else has known how to prevent for 20 years: insecure default passwords, poor network security hygene, bad coding that allows common attacks, etc. Because Microsoft is providing a development environment for creating these apps, they can provide a sane set of default settings that will make these sorts of attacks a lot harder. I'm not sure if they will do this, but they could.
2. The people who write the IoT apps mostly don't have an auto-update mechanism to roll out new security fixes. Most of these will not be in the app itself, but will rather be in the underlying Operating System code. Microsoft has an update mechanism built into the system, so this will be automagic. The IoT app developer doesn't have to know anything about security to get this.
These two changes will potentially move the needle a lot to make the systems more secure. We'll have to see how things play out, but this is a positive move.
Microsoft has designed a family of Arm-based system-on-chips for Internet-of-Things devices that runs its own flavor of Linux – and securely connects to an Azure-hosted backend.
I know what you are thinking: Microsoft is solving a security problem? Well, maybe. Microsoft got a bad security reputation 20 years ago, but have been doing a credible job for quite some time now. Besides, they address what are probably the top IoT security issues:Dubbed Azure Sphere, the platform is Microsoft's foray into the trendy edge-computing space, while craftily locking gadget makers into cloud subscriptions.
1. The people who write the IoT apps don't know the first thing about security, and so make mistakes that everyone else has known how to prevent for 20 years: insecure default passwords, poor network security hygene, bad coding that allows common attacks, etc. Because Microsoft is providing a development environment for creating these apps, they can provide a sane set of default settings that will make these sorts of attacks a lot harder. I'm not sure if they will do this, but they could.
2. The people who write the IoT apps mostly don't have an auto-update mechanism to roll out new security fixes. Most of these will not be in the app itself, but will rather be in the underlying Operating System code. Microsoft has an update mechanism built into the system, so this will be automagic. The IoT app developer doesn't have to know anything about security to get this.
These two changes will potentially move the needle a lot to make the systems more secure. We'll have to see how things play out, but this is a positive move.
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
It snowed today
Not much, but dang - it's half way through April. In Maryland. I wonder if Al Gore is visiting?
— Sal the Agorist (@SallyMayweather) April 16, 2018
Everything is hackable
Peter posts about the lousy security of most electronic devices:
My point is that this has been going on a long, long time. It's not getting better, either: the mad rush to "Internet Enable" every device on the planet reminds me of the mad rush to put up corporate web sites in the late 1990s. Nobody really knew why they "had" to do this, but everyone was doing it, so they had to as well. Of course, the security wasn't an afterthought - it wasn't thought of at all. And so there was idiocy like shopping cart applications that let you download the order form, edit the hidden price field, upload it back to the server, and buy a TV for a penny.
Now there's the "Internet Of Things" that doesn't seem to have any security at all. Everything is hackable.
So what can you do? The best defense (as is typically the case) is good situational awareness. When you see one of these devices, remind yourself that it almost certainly has no security built into it. Imagine what might happen if you installed it in your house (say, a "smart" door lock that will open for anyone who knows the "open sesame" command). Then ask yourself if the benefits are worth it to you.
For me, the answer is a resounding "no", but you know how nasty and suspicious I am.
But remember that network security is hard, even for people who are highly motivated to have good security. Casinos have had pretty darn good security, in my experience. They know what's at stake. This is why they hire penetration testers, after all. And they still get hacked through some dumb Internet Of Things device.
If it happens to them, with their experience, motivation, and security budget, what do you think will happen to you?
When you find yourself in a store looking at one of these shiny new devices and the hair on the back of your neck starts to stand up, you will know that you understand the situation precisely.
I've spoken out before against the so-called "Internet of things" in our homes. They hold hidden dangers.He then points out the example of a casino that was hacked via a network-connected thermostat in a fish tank. I know people in the security business ("Penetration Testers", sometimes called "White Hat Hackers" who are hired by companies to test their defenses) - I've heard stories about how they have done precisely this sort of thing. One story from around 20 years ago was how they checked into a casino hotel and went to their room. The mini fridge had an Ethernet connection; they plugged their laptop into the network and found that they were on the main casino IT network. It seems that someone wanted to have electronic sensors reporting when someone took a beer from the fridge for automatic billing.
- Frankly, I don't see any need for a "smart thermostat" that can be adjusted from my smartphone, when that means someone else can hack into it and potentially invade my privacy.
- I think "smart security cameras" that I can operate from my smartphone, anywhere in the country, are an ideal tool for would-be burglars or home invaders, who can monitor them to select the best time to commit their crimes.
- "Smart door locks" are an invitation to hackers to open my doors for themselves - or just leave them open for their amusement.
Now there's the "Internet Of Things" that doesn't seem to have any security at all. Everything is hackable.
So what can you do? The best defense (as is typically the case) is good situational awareness. When you see one of these devices, remind yourself that it almost certainly has no security built into it. Imagine what might happen if you installed it in your house (say, a "smart" door lock that will open for anyone who knows the "open sesame" command). Then ask yourself if the benefits are worth it to you.
For me, the answer is a resounding "no", but you know how nasty and suspicious I am.
But remember that network security is hard, even for people who are highly motivated to have good security. Casinos have had pretty darn good security, in my experience. They know what's at stake. This is why they hire penetration testers, after all. And they still get hacked through some dumb Internet Of Things device.
If it happens to them, with their experience, motivation, and security budget, what do you think will happen to you?
When you find yourself in a store looking at one of these shiny new devices and the hair on the back of your neck starts to stand up, you will know that you understand the situation precisely.
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Rest In Peace, Gunny
R. Lee Ermey, dead at 72. He was one of a kind.
Semper fi, and enjoy the ride up there, Gunny. Just take it easy on the new arrivals - they're not recruits.
Semper fi, and enjoy the ride up there, Gunny. Just take it easy on the new arrivals - they're not recruits.
Running Silent, Running Deep - A Brigid Guest Post
Chapter 44 – Running Silent and Deep
Friendships can form over many years of interaction. They can form in the sudden heat of battle. They can form over a handful of open, reflective conversations on or off the web—similar experiences, shared pain, among those who have earned your trust. They can involve humans, and they can involve four-legged friends who hold us just as dear, who protect us just as strongly.
All are valued.
I have one long-term friend who is very much like some of my friends, and beyond the conception of others. He’s a couple years younger than me, never married, his whole life spent in service to our country including a trip or two to a war zone. Now he works in something that would be the stuff of a TV show if you could somehow narrow it down to an hour, throw in some cleavage, unrealistic outcomes of science, and the occasional bumbling probie
He sometimes disappears for weeks or longer when I don’t know where he is, and I know not to ask, though I’ve seen him on TV before. Then with a phone call out of the blue, he pops in, occasionally on my front porch.
Then there were the friends of childhood. Often such friendships didn’t survive high school as we grew and evolved into the people we would eventually be. One such person was the girl who lived across the street. She was my best friend in grade school; a tiny little thing with ice-blond hair. When we were kids, her little sister died of a rare form of cancer, then her still-young mom of the same disease. Her dad soon followed though we’re not sure if it was disease or heartbreak. She and I lost touch after high school, the friendship being more one of young girls than grown-ups.
We hadn’t had any contact in years, and it was months after she passed that I heard. She had no living family left; nothing remained of her but the handcrafted wood that held her remains. So small, so bare. That’s really all that life ends up as, I thought, and my heart swelled with tears—for the girl she’d been, for joyous laughter watching cartoons, for whispered conversations about who liked what boy, for afternoons at ballet class; for all the joy and adventure we had as we explored our world with a curiosity and courage that had not learned limits. I cried with the realization that we had both let that slip past us, unremembered over so many years.
If we are fortunate, those we live with are also our friends. My dad married his best friend, as did I. I look at other friends of mine long married and I see that, and it’s precious to behold just being in the same room with the two of them; sitting across the table as we say grace you can feel the flame.
Growing up, my big brother Allen was the best friend a kid could have, his not abandoning me even in high school when it just wasn’t cool to hang out with your baby sister. But lately we’d gotten much closer.
Because he was dying.
He had kept the truth from our ninety-four-year-old father, hoping that he would outlive Dad, sparing him that agony. But I knew even if he didn’t tell me, having too much knowledge of medicine not to understand what was going on. But I did everything I could to spend as much time with Allen during those last six months. In his last months on this earth we’d talk of everything: about our dad, about growing up (or our inherent refusal to). One thing I am glad was that I never heard from him during those conversations, “I wish I’d . . .”
I think of the true story of the woman whose parachute didn’t open on her first jump and she fell more than a mile and lived—to change her whole life to pursue her dreams. Did she sense something as she boarded that plane, looking into the sky at a danger that she could not articulate that she could not see? Or was she unaware until that moment when she pulled the cord and nothing happened, as her life rushed up to her with a deep groaning sound? What was it like in that moment, that perception of her final minutes, what taste, what color, what sound defined her soul as it prepared to leave?
What is it about things from the past that evoke such responses? For some, it’s a favorite photo; a piece of clothing worn to a special event; a particular meal. Things that carry with them the sheer impossible quality of perfection that has not been achieved since. Things that somehow trigger in us a response of wanting to go back to that time and place when you were safe and all was well. But even as you try and recapture the memory, it eludes you, caught in a point in your mind between immobility and motion, the taste of empty air, the color of wind.
One morning while out in a hangar checking out a pilot friend’s home-built project, I had one of those moments. It was an old turboprop lumbering down the taxiway with all the grace of a water buffalo. It wasn’t the aircraft that caught my eye, it being one of those planes that carries neither speed nor sleek beauty, but rather serves as the embodiment of inertia overcome by sufficient horsepower. No, it was the smell of jet fuel that took me back—to years of pushing the limits, not really caring if I came home, only that the work was done without my breaking beyond re-use something I was trusted with.
At that moment, as I heard the silent groaning of the earth below, I thought: I do not wish to die—and I fought back. In that moment of slow and quiet amazement that can come at the edge of sound, finding in myself a renewed desire to live; recognizing the extent and depth of that desire to draw another breath and share that soft warm breath with another.
Twenty years from now you may look at yourself in the mirror, at the wrinkles formed from dust, time, and tears around your eyes, at the gray in your hair; and you will think back to this day, the trivial things that contain the sublime. On that day, so far beyond here and now, you may look around you, that person you were waiting for no longer present, and you’ll want it all back. Want it as bad as the yearning for a color that is not found in nature, in the taste of something for which you search and ache, acting on the delusion that you can recreate it, those things that haunt the borders of almost-knowing.
You touch the mirror, touch your face and wish you’d laughed more, cared less of what others thought, dove into those feelings that lapped at the safe little edges of your life, leaped into the astonishing uncertainty.
Allen spent years running silent and deep under the ocean, visiting places I can only guess at as he will not speak of it, a code about certain things I share with him. But I knew the name. Operation Ivy Bells. He understood testing the boundaries of might and the cold depths to which we travel in search of ourselves.
On his last nights, Allen and I talked, but not of those days under the ocean. We both were aware of grave matters of honor, but do not speak of them, not even with each other. I’d sit as he talked about Dad and how he hoped Dad would live to be a hundred; how he hoped he would be there to take care of him, even as I watched 120 pounds leave Allen’s frame as he went through that second round of chemo and radiation.
He talked until his eyes closed, only his labored breath letting me know he was still with me; the rise and fall of his chest as he was trying to push up from the waters of the sea, unfathomed flesh still so buoyant if only in spirit as the cold water lapped against him.
I too have had more than one day where I stood outside on a pale crescent of beaten earth and breathed deeply of that cold. On those days I felt every ache in my muscles; my skin hot under the sun; the savage, fecund smell of loss in the air, lying heavily in the loud silence. Somewhere in the distance would come a soft clap of thunder; overhead clouds strayed deliberately across the earth, disconnected from mechanical time. I’d rather be elsewhere; the smell simply that of kitchen and comfort: the sounds only that of laughter. But I knew how lucky I was to simply be, in that moment, and alive.
You can’t control fate, but you can make choices. You can continue your day and do nothing, standing in brooding and irretrievable calculation as if casting in a game already lost. Or you can seize the moment, the days, wringing every last drop from them. Tell the ones you love that you love them. Hug your family; call an old friend you’ve not spoken to for months; forgive an enemy; salute your flag—and always, always give the dog an extra biscuit. Then step outside into the sharp and unbending import of spring, a dying winter flaring up like fading flame. One last taste, one last memory, never knowing how long it will remain.
