Qntra (S.QNTR) September 2016 Statement
Qntra has realised no income and made no expenditure this period. Qntra is expected to realise no income and make no expenditure the following period.
As directed by its charter and on the basis of the report of the editor in chief, 13`122 S.QNTR shares issued this period. This brings the total shares issued to 497`478 (+2.71%).
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Category: S.QNTR
Saturday, 01 October, Year 8 d.Tr.
Qntra (S.QNTR) October 2016 Statement
Qntra has realised no income and made no expenditure this period. Qntra is expected to realise no income and make no expenditure the following period.
As directed by its charter and on the basis of the report of the editor in chief, 16`046 S.QNTR shares issued this period. This brings the total shares issued to 513`524 (+3.22%). Congrats team for half a million terseness quanta!
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Category: S.QNTR
Wednesday, 02 November, Year 8 d.Tr.
Qntra (S.QNTR) November 2016 Statement
Qntra has realised no income and made no expenditure this period. Qntra is expected to realise no income and make no expenditure the following period.
As directed by its charter and on the basis of the report of the editor in chief, 13`040 S.QNTR shares issued this period. This brings the total shares issued to 526`564 (+2.47%).
Check out this month's line-up so far. Isn't it fab ?
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Category: S.QNTR
Thursday, 01 December, Year 8 d.Tr.
Qntra (S.QNTR) May 2016 Statement
Qntra has realised no income and made no expenditure this period. Qntra is expected to realise no income and make no expenditure the following period.
As directed by its charter and on the basis of the report of the editor in chief, 14`268 S.QNTR shares issued this period. This brings the total shares issued to 432`730 (+3.29%).
Video killed the radio star.
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Category: S.QNTR
Friday, 03 June, Year 8 d.Tr.
Qntra (S.QNTR) March 2016 Statement
Qntra has realised no income and made no expenditure this period. Qntra is expected to realise no income and make no expenditure the following period.
As directed by its charter and on the basis of the report of the editor in chief, 16`962 S.QNTR shares issued this period. This brings the total shares issued to 409`368 (+4.32%).
« The Lordship list, third year. On #trilema this time.
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Category: S.QNTR
Sunday, 03 April, Year 8 d.Tr.
Qntra (S.QNTR) June 2016 Statement
Qntra has realised no income and made no expenditure this period. Qntra is expected to realise no income and make no expenditure the following period.
As directed by its charter and on the basis of the report of the editor in chief, 15`606 S.QNTR shares issued this period. This brings the total shares issued to 448`336 (+3.6%).
See you next month!
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Friday, 01 July, Year 8 d.Tr.
Qntra (S.QNTR) July 2016 Statement
Qntra has realised no income and made no expenditure this period. Qntra is expected to realise no income and make no expenditure the following period.
As directed by its charter and on the basis of the report of the editor in chief, 18`920 S.QNTR shares issued this period. This brings the total shares issued to 467`256 (+4.22%).
And we're off to a sparkling start this month, too!
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Tuesday, 02 August, Year 8 d.Tr.
Qntra (S.QNTR) January 2016 Statement
Qntra has realised no income and made no expenditure this period. Qntra is expected to realise no income and make no expenditure the following period.
As directed by its charter and on the basis of the report of the editor in chief, 18`706i S.QNTR shares issued this period. This brings the total shares issued to 375`736 (+5.24%).
We're still looking for intelligent editors, please get in touch.
———This excludes a block of 384 shares that was mistakenly double counted last month due to backup recovery confusion. [↩]
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Category: S.QNTR
Tuesday, 02 February, Year 8 d.Tr.
Qntra (S.QNTR) February 2016 Statement
Qntra has realised no income and made no expenditure this period. Qntra is expected to realise no income and make no expenditure the following period.
As directed by its charter and on the basis of the report of the editor in chief, 16`670 S.QNTR shares issued this period. This brings the total shares issued to 392`406 (+4.43%).
It must be said that Qntra has been doing exceptionally well, and is now the reference publication for the entire IT industry, as this slashdot commenter points out :
As much as I dislike the slant typically coming from that bunch (it's not just one guy), their writing is actually more thoughtful than the "this here thing got haxx0red by dem haxxin' haxx0rz, errybody hide!!1!" flood from a collection of vapid "industry" websites that now gets posted here too. At least often enough to keep more of an eye on them than on slashdot.
He may or may not realise that while the feathers are inedible, they're also integral to making the duck that he thinks delicious. Whichever way - qntra now officially weighs the same as a duck, and is therefore the queen of computing news & reportage. I am quite proud to have had a hand, however small, in directing its journey, I warmheartedly congratulate all those involved - editors, in chief, acting, emeriti, ad-hoc or otherwise ; reporters and contributors on the ground ; readers and evanghelists, the whole endless lot of you Internet people, c'mere an' let me smooch the everliving lights out of you.
And see you next month!
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Category: S.QNTR
Thursday, 03 March, Year 8 d.Tr.
Qntra (S.QNTR) December 2015 Statement
Qntra has realised no income and made no expenditure this period. Qntra is expected to realise no income and make no expenditure the following period.
As directed by its charter and on the basis of the report of the editor in chief, 20`150 S.QNTR shares issued this period. This brings the total shares issued to 357`030 (+5.98%, quite the feat if you ask me).
Good luck in the new year!
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Sunday, 03 January, Year 8 d.Tr.
Qntra (S.QNTR) August 2016 Statement
Qntra has realised no income and made no expenditure this period. Qntra is expected to realise no income and make no expenditure the following period.
As directed by its charter and on the basis of the report of the editor in chief, 17`100 S.QNTR shares issued this period. This brings the total shares issued to 484`356 (+3.66%).
Life is so unfair.
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Category: S.QNTR
Friday, 02 September, Year 8 d.Tr.
PTM, ie parent-teacher meeting
This is a translation of an older article.
[...]
- Esteemed mistressi Georgescu, it's no use. Your little girl's a whore.
- Oh my, how's such a thing possible!
- My dear lady... these days it's outright probable.
- But she's merely in the seventh grade!
- Eh, plenty start in the sixth even.
The classmaster, a scrawny, lawn citizen with a lengthy, pointy nose extends with complaissance a monogramed handkerchief to Mrs. Georgescu, who is tearing up with a confused expression. The monogram reads F. G. but the classmaster's not named nor was he ever named F, let alone G. His name is Marin Sbolakovski, a circumstance which is not without its disadvantages in a schoolarly environment.
Mrs. Georgescu resembles somewhat a steppe siskin, with her altogether complex hairdo. She's had it done by a stylist, my dear. Two weeks ago. Under the understanding-commiserating gaze of the other parents, Mr. Georgescu intervenes conciliatory :
- Nevermind, dear, what's the big deal. Weren't you also a whore when we met ?
The men look on turbidly and try to hide their boredom. Parent-teacher meeting, fascinating. A few malicious smiles on rouged lips in the audience, with the tendency that you see Mrs. Georgescu was a whore, supposedly, prior to meeting the Mr. But she gave it up. Suuuurely, and they pay the utilities out of their salaries, those Italians that come every day but mostly during the night by their place are friends of the family or something. Not like the entire building doesn't have pictures with the madam spread eagled among dongs since the Internet...
- From now on there's no point in wasting money on panties and that sort of stuff, carries on Mr. Sbolakovski impassibly. Mrs. Georgescu interrupts him with a sharp sigh.
- She's not going to wear them anyway, save your money. Skirts as short as possible, stockings she doesn't need yet as she's young, no point in getting them dirty in the grass and broken in the underbrush for no gain. Blouses as tight as possible, perhaps cut around the collar whatever she was wearing in elementary scool. Overcast the cuts, Mrs. Alexandrescu can help you with the sewing.
Mrs. Alexandrescu smiles lackadaisically. Since those thieves running the lohn business kicked her out she's made her own workshop at home, she does a spot of tailoring for the neighbours. In her free time she sucks off the classmaster. She's a widow...
- Around the house train her bit by bit to be entirely nude as much as possible, and take care she's on high heels all the time. She must be on high heels all the time for her foot to form properly, and in bed also in heels when she goes to sleep, but she should only sleep well spread. Possibly you could tie her ankles to the bedposts at first, until she gets used to it.
- Dear me! But what will become of the little girl, of her future!
- So far it goes well enough, Mrs. Marinescu, in Geography, had her do a striptease routine for a passing grade.
- And ?
- In the end she got an A. The girl's talented, you should see what she can do to an Earth globe... and she's merely in seventh grade!
The eyes of Mrs. Georgescu remain fixed upon an immense Earth globe, a meter in diameter, with a sturdy iron bar on the side. The classmaster notices her interest and answers accomodatingly :
- Ah, no, not that one. A small, table version. We no longer have it.
The meeting continues unabashed on its normal, or at the very least modern, rut. Finally it ends, like ends anything in this world, from the career of whores towards marriage to the career of whoremongers towards classmastership and youthful whores. As the group is departing, Mrs. Georgescu murmurs to her consort :
- But you think they'll loan us the globe ?
———Yeah, that's what Mrs. stands for. Tough. [↩]
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Category: Cuvinte Sfiinte
Monday, 30 May, Year 8 d.Tr.
Postcards from Nutland
In case you're wondering, Nutland is where all the nuts live. And me. I live here with the nuts and nary a day goes by without me wondering how I manage to hold fast to my own sanity.
You, who don't live in Nutland, have no fucking idea what it's like. Allow me to try and give you an idea.
Why did they put the cars inside the house ? Yes. What do you mean why, for the same reason they do all the psychotic nonsense they do. They probably saw something in a magazine from Miami and misunderstood what's going on. Sometime in 1972. And they've been doing this ever since, stuffing CARS in narrow urban shop windows.
That little table there ? The one forced into a tiny space in a corner, under the relentless onslaught of housecars ? That's what's left of sanity in Argentina. It's... well for one thing it's not doing too well, and for the other it's entirely made in China, as you can see.
But let's move on :
Yes, it says exactly what you thought it said : that "the companies" are discriminating against senior management and supervisory personnel!
I told you Argentina is the future of the US, and I wasn't kidding. This is how it works : they take mechanisms, fail to understand what the parts actually are and proceed to replace them on the basis of false friends and bad translations. Does the design require nuts ? Prepare yourself for that decerebrating moment when you go by an item supported by nuts ~as in the fruit~ rather than what you'd expect. Does the recipe require nuts ? They'll put metal chunks in the fucking pie, what, problem ?
Perhaps putting cars inside a glass dome makes sense ; especially in places where that glass dome is a) way the fuck out of town and b) way the fuck endless acres. It stops making sense if you're trying to shove five cars flipped to the side (can fit more this way!) in a 200 sq ft shop on Columbus Ave. but who's to know the difference ? Certainly not these fucking nuts over here.
Employees protest, and employees are those who draw a salary from the company, whereas the fucking boss draws a salary and therefore being an employee he can protest, can't he ? About the work conditions at the fucking company he runs. Problem ?
The proposition that the population of Argentina consists of people is my idea of comedy.
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Category: La pas prin lume
Tuesday, 13 December, Year 8 d.Tr.
Portrait of an adult woman
There she is, in all her nude glory.
Yes, with the "improperly" heavy, low hanging udders, with the "unseemly" large areolas, with the stretch marks on the muffin topped hips and the dubious, cheap tattoo on the side. With knees ground by kneeling and the shins covered in bruises and the expired hairdo half covering the buckle mark on the forehead. With her spiked shoes and ugly, bald, beer-bellied monsters shily, ineptly checking her out from the safety of behind - there she goes.
There she is, there she stands, anticonceptional patch barely hanging on to the elbow, French manicure in black because it's easier than cleaning under the nails, fuck you and who ever asked you anything.
With her "insufficiently pretty" face for the aberrant needs of schoolchildren, the sort of pre-sub-cvasi-males that can't get it up anyway (but it's not their fault! It's all due to neurotic "overexcitment" that's supposed to mask the sheer terror we're supposed to not notice).
Unabashedly naked, entirely shameless, I hold her above any female "celebrity" alive today, above any "star", supermodel, singer-songwriter-newswoman, self-important journa-hoi.
There she stands, towering above the lot of them. Which is to say that given the choice of populating my livingroom with her or some-face-on-TV, I'd take her. Every time.
And I'm not even kidding.
PS. I saw "the portait of a lady", the 1996 thing, the one with Nicole Kidman. The book fucking sucks, Henry Jamesii fucking sucks, the screenplay sucks, Kidman sucks, burn the whole lot down. It's scarcely on its own merit worthy of a two line post scriptum in an article about adult women.
———What's the matter honey, you had thought you had opinions ?
Become an adult first, opine after. The self-precious "opinions" of prepubescent anxietyballs are of no interest to anyone. Keep 'em.
And for the record : the reason people don't "like you for you" is simply that YOU DON'T EXIST. She does. You don't, you're a figment of your very predictably trite imagination. Her we like for her. You we don't like at all, and for that matter we don't even notice. Because "you" doesn't exist. [↩]Ironically this schmuck actually thought he learned something from Balzac. He imagined his inept drivel to be "realism", and even beyond that : interesting. The sheer impudence! [↩]
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Category: Trilematograf
Friday, 04 March, Year 8 d.Tr.
Poor women...
The charge that women have it too good, better than they deserve, better than their (as a rule self-appointed) betters, better than they should, better than it could be supported etcetera etcetera is about as frequent as rain. The actuality of that charge however has not yet been in fact realised, for no stretch of time during the endless milennia, on no stretch of grass anywhere on the globe. In anecdotal support of which point, let us quote the truly anecdotic :
Banged Her Like a Cheap Whore
By Kickboxer USA Silver Member Posts: 1,049 on August 2013 in Married Life
After reading a lot of things on this forum I have decided that my marriage and sex life a pretty good. I want more spice and variety but compared to people posting "BJ Drought is Broken" or the various threads about divorce I'm in a great place. However that doesn't mean you can't have a bad night.
I started a game with her to spice things up. We play a small email Jeopardy style game with my co-workers. Whoever wins between the two of us gets to request something "personal" for Saturday night. She has won the first two weeks and requested a back massage with a happy ending both times. For her this was predictable. For this last romp I prepared a vibrating sex toy to enhance things a head of time (got it clean and warm so getting it out wouldn't take a long time). When I went to go get it I hear, "don't get out a sex toy I don't like those".
I went back to massaging her while my tent deflated. When she finally decided to flip over for the happy part I intentionally had a "are you done?" look on my face. I had spent about ten minutes going over in my mind what to do with a willing woman who had just disappointed me. I decided that the advice I would get here is to "bang her like a cheap whore". So I did. Got a blowjob to stiffen me up and then just tried to finish quickly. After I simply cleaned up and went on like nothing happened. I went and watched TV while she stayed in bed reading.
Thoughts? Was this a good response/way to maintain frame? Am I over-reacting? We have played with toys before and I know she gets orgasms with them but apparently these things are "dirty". I married a good girl who likes to think she is bad but isn't really inclined to be the naughty slut I told her I want.
Before we proceed to discussing this nonsense, I perceive a debt is on me for having taken a story. To discharge it, I will recount a story of my own.i
Not a forthnight ago, I took a superbly trained slut to a party of wanna-bes. The way these work is that there's a core of married couples who dabble in occasional "naughty" "kink" exactly the same way some other middle class bored old fucks dabble in camping, or fishing, or RC speedboat racingii. It's their hobby, not their identity, to be engaged in every third Sunday of the month or somesuch. They're employees every working day of the week, they're taxpayers every year, they're good sons and fathers and probably even go to church (the tell-tale sign is the "slave" married to her "master", as fucking if that's how it worked) every Sunday - but they do take time out of their busy schedule of sticking in traffic and pushing pointless paper to you know, bless me with their fumigenous presence every now and again.iii
Outside of those, there's a crowd of beta orbiters, be they males who aspire to one day have "a career" and you know, "a family of their own" with which to engage in family activities like going to the Dodgers game and to the Mazmorra, whatever sounds good that weekend ; be they females who are yet young and inexperienced and so need a space in which to vanquish their reflexive coy behaviouriv. Either that or marry some young careerist and recreate the eternal wanna-be-ism of the democratic cancer. Who ever knows ?
At this party, a fellow with evident artistic inclinations, who evidently felt oppressed by modernity but not quite enough (inclination, and feeling) to actually rebel nevertheless very much sought my approval. He was there with a short woman with very nice breasts, and so when I directed mine to play with the tits on his he felt very proud, as rightly he should have, and in his delight tried (and failed) to push his to eat mine out through calling her a whore with pregnant subtext and engaging in the general behaviourv.
I don't think I'd have permitted such ; but this shall be never known for failure of the asker. While maintaining outward happiness at the proceedings ("look! subbie soup!") he was evidently inwardly dejected, in the angry, lashful manner of a five year old narcissist boy trapped (for reason of tapping into his creativity!) in the decaying body of a fifty year old man - and there's no doubt in my mind the poor woman, disciplined, methodical, and resolutely independent behind all the role-playing nevertheless had a full plate of "I married a good girl who likes to think she is bad but isn't really inclined to be the naughty slut I told her I want." waiting for her unsuspecting self at home.
So there, now we're even. Let's move on.
For one thing - I do believe no English speaker alive today has fucked a cheap whore. I have, strictly for the reason that I wished to be able to truthfully say this. It goes like so : you pay a cover charge, a few pesosvi, worth maybe a dollar to be admitted in a bar-like thing. You buy the girl you want the special drink and then she takes you out back in a large warehouse-like place where there's sixty or morevii beds in a room separated by thin, age-worn cloth hanging from cheap wire. Her fuckplace is maybe sixteen square feet, her age is maybe sixteen, the bed is closer to what a large dog delivers its litter on, and if you spend your twenty minutes talking with her instead then every single working girl in the county will hear it, happening as it is in their very bored workaday presence ; or else hear of it. That same day. And they'll stop you in the street just for that rare and radiant wonder which is a moment in the social company of a man they didn't know existed. And yes I know that whores in your dead culture mostly have to deal with men who want to talk not fuck. Cheap whores don't. Cheap whores never met one.
That's what cheap means : not you. You're expensive. You're expensive all the time, day in and day out, when poor, when depressed, when sad, when happy - and it's absolutely never worth the cost, either.
Now tell me again all about how you fucked your wife "like a cheap whore", and then let's move on.
I may be excused to think upon first encounter that what "happy ending" means is his eating her out. It does not. The guy is married to a woman who, upon winning a "sexual favour" token, wants him to rub her back and then she gives him a blowjob. This guy :
Kickboxer USASilver Member Posts: 1,049 February 2014
So the same thing basically happened again. I have timed my more adventurous sexual thoughts for her ovulation peak. I worked to stroke her desire last night so that by the time we reached the bedroom she was good to go. (Yes I'm sure)
So I told her I was getting out the toys. She immediately starts in with a high-pitched whine like a tween girl, "Nooooo! I don't like those! I prefer your fingers!".
This whine has the magic effect of draining my sex drive on the spot. I still had an erection and she was naked on the bed so I went to her, stopped a blow job, and put her on her back. I checked for her lubrication and just went to pound town. We switched positions once. Now I still did not have the desire to have sex so I faked an orgasm to end it after several minutes.
My first question is am I handling this in an acceptable frame?
I don't know why she is so turned off of the toys these days. We picked out the damn things together online. We don't have any of the fetish type toys just dildos and vibrators. I know she is attracted to me. So are sex toys something I should just let go?
What do you think, guys ? Did he "handle it" in an acceptable frame ? Is your opinion, esteemed Lords and Ladies, that he may be excused if he drops the instruments, or are we going to kick him out of the manhut durst he such apostasy ?
He does check the oil level however. He's in the union, he knows how to handle the equipment.
And while all this inane imbecility is going on in his head, his poor misfortunate wife thinks she has a solid marriage, works hard to maintain it solid, and will no doubt be very fucking surprised in a few short years.
Just like a friend of a girl's was surprised by her "Master" whom she married. And whom she has two small children with. And who then wanted her to wear elaborate boots. And who then wanted to wear her boots. And who now wants to be you know - and no doubt for the exact reasons he wanted to be a Master previously. To quote the classics, Know what ? I should have kept my dick. I miss my dick. Now go drown your infant and tell me all about how great women have it, why don't you.
Why don't you! You've done everything else, haven't you ?
———"You fucked me without asking. You owe me."
"What would you like as repayment ?"
"Let me ride your cock."
All good debt is extinguished by the deed that created it, redone, is it not ? [↩]I never bothered to review Love Liza because it's a shitty movie ; nevertheless shitty as it was it'd have provided an anchor for today's reference. The reason I write down this note is precisely to underscore as thickly as humanly possible this most important point : that you are in no position to judge what's not worth doing. Because the future is uncertain. It would have been worth doing, all 20 minutes it'd have taken me, so as to have what to link here ; if only I were to somehow know months ago when I decided not to that months later in a discussion of women I'd have liked to have the reference. Yet I couldn't have known such a thing. Neither can you. Ever. And so instead of spending those twenty mintues there I spent five writing this note and fifteen fishing through the internets trying to identify which fucking bad film it was in the first place. [↩]The difference is marked, and painfully visible to them. My slave is not my wife that acquiesces to humor my kink. She is my slave, her entire life predicated on this and to the exclusion of alternative identity. She's been my slave for longer than the pliable wives have been married, she will be my slave long after their future marriage shipwrecks like the first one did. She has no "safe words", not because "that's how I want it", as a further step on the Road to Acquiescence, but because she has no safety whatsoever. They're contrary concepts, these, you understand ? Safe slavery can well be served with a platter of frozen fire. [↩]Ha-haaa! I had this one, motherfuckers! [↩]Not a week ago a girl complained to me emphatically about the stupid ass males who "won't even fucking tell you they want you to suck their cock! They just... sorta...deniably, kind-of vaguely and faintly will like... push on the back of your head. What the fuck!"
You do this, and you should not. Despair of the sinful idiocy, it's earning you no brownie points and isn't making any woman happy. Speak the words. On your knees, bitch. Suck my cock, woman. 'Cmere and eat it nice and slow. They can be written, and the internetruck doesn't get a flat tyre. They can be uttered and your bedroom won't fall through a recently opened chasm into hell.
You can even tell girls you just met to go to the bathroom and come out holding their underwear in their hands. They will. Or maybe they won't. Either's better than whatever the fuck you sad lot are doing over at Pomodoro. [↩]The currency of both Colombia and the Philippines, it should be pointed out. [↩]Or more. You understand what this means ?
It means that a refractive medium has been built out of a metamaterial composed of an array of cells consisting of beds with poor young girls on them surrounded by approximately clean sheets as walls that is so extensive its echoes and reverberations, which is to say refraction phenomena, are so extensively complicated as to hide the size of the thing from your senses, trained as they may be since time immemorial to excel at tasks quite like this. [↩]
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Category: Cocietate si Sultura
Saturday, 29 October, Year 8 d.Tr.
Please stop using DNS already, and other considerations
The most recenti blow-up due to DNS is chronicled below, for your convenienceii
Summary
=======
During upstream review of the public open bug 18665 for glibc, it was discovered that the bug could lead to a stack-based buffer overflow.
https://sourceware.org/bugzilla/show_bug.cgi?id=18665
The buffer overflow occurs in the function send_dg (UDP) and send_vc (TCP) for the NSS module libnss_dns.so.2 when calling getaddrinfo with AF_UNSPEC family and in some cases also with AF_INET6 before the fix in commit 8479f23a (only use gethostbyname4_r if PF_UNSPEC).
The use of AF_UNSPEC triggers the low-level resolver code to send out two parallel queries for A and AAAA. A mismanagement of the buffers used for those queries could result in the response writing beyond the alloca allocated buffer created by __res_nquery.
Main conclusions:
Via getaddrinfo with family AF_UNSPEC or AF_INET6 the overflowed buffer is located on the stack via alloca (a 2048 byte fixed size buffer for DNS responses).
At most 65535 bytes (MAX_PACKET) may be written to the alloca buffer of 2048 bytes. Overflowing bytes are entirely under the control of the attacker and are the result of a crafted DNS response.
Local testing shows that we have been able to control at least the execution of one free() call with the buffer overflow and gained control of EIP. Further exploitation was not attempted, only this single attempt to show that it is very likely that execution control can be gained without much more effort. We know of no known attacksiii that use this specific vulnerability.
Mitigating factors for UDP include:
A firewall that drops UDP DNS packets > 512 bytes.
A local resolver (that drops non-compliant responses).
Avoid dual A and AAAA queries (avoids buffer management error) e.g. Do not use AF_UNSPEC.
No use of `options edns0` in /etc/resolv.conf since EDNS0 allows responses larger than 512 bytes and can lead to valid DNS responses that overflow.
No use of `RES_USE_EDNS0` or `RES_USE_DNSSEC` since they can both lead to valid large EDNS0-based DNS responses that can overflow.
Mitigating factors for TCP include:
Limit all replies to 1024 bytes.
Mitigations that don't work:
Setting `options single-request` does not change buffer management and does not prevent the exploit.
Setting `options single-request-reopen` does not change buffer management and does not prevent the exploit.
Disabling IPv6 does not disable AAAA queries. The use of AF_UNSPEC unconditionally enables the dual query.
The use of `sysctl -w net.ipv6.conf.all.disable_ipv6=1` will not protect your system from the exploit.
Blocking IPv6 at a local or intermediate resolver does not work to prevent the exploit. The exploit payload can be delivered in A or AAAA results, it is the parallel query that triggers the buffer management flaw.
The code that causes the vulnerability was introduced in May 2008 as part of glibc 2.9.iv
The code that causes the vulnerability is only present in glibc's copy of libresolv which has enhancements to carry out parallel A and AAAA queries. Therefore only programs using glibc's copy of the code have this problem.
A back of the envelope analysis shows that it should be possible to write correctly formed DNS responses with attacker controlled payloads that will penetrate a DNS cache hierarchy and therefore allow attackers to exploit machines behind such caches.
Solution
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The immediate solution to the buffer mismanagement issues are as follows:
Remove buffer reuse.
Always malloc the second response buffer if needed.
Requires fix for sourceware bug 16574 to avoid memory leak.
commit d668061994a7486a3ba9c7d5e7882d85a2883707
commit ab09bf616ad527b249aca5f2a4956fd526f0712f
Correctly adjust pointer *and* size for buffer in use.
In order to validate and test the resulting changes, including valgrind validation, the following was fixed:
Uninitialized uses of *herrno_p.
With all uses initialized we have clean valgrind runs.
Result of NSS_STATUS_SUCCESS masking the case where the second response has failed with an ERANGE failure. In this case the second response will contain whatever was on the stack last (alloca).
With NSS_STATUS_TRYAGAIN returned if any of the results fail with ERANGE we have deterministic results that can be validated.
High-level Analysis:
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The defect is located in the glibc sources in the following file:
resolv/res_send.c
as part of the send_dg and send_vc functions which are part of the __libc_res_nsend (res_nsend) interface which is used by many of the higher level interfaces including getaddrinfo (indirectly via the DNS NSS module.)
One way to trigger the buffer mismanagement is like this:
Have the target attempt a DNS resolution for a domain you control.
Need to get A and AAAA queries.
First response is 2048 bytes.
Fills the alloca buffer entirely with 0 left over.
send_dg attemps to reuse the user buffer but can't.
New buffer created but due to bug old alloca buffer is used with new size of 65535 (size of the malloc'd buffer).
Response should be valid.
Send second response.
This response should be flawed in such a way that it forces __libc_res_nsend to retry the query. It is sufficient for example to pick any of the listed failure modes in the code which return zero.
Send third response.
The third response can contain 2048 bytes of valid response.
The remaining 63487 bytes of the response are the attack payload and the recvfrom smashes the stack with it.
The flaw happens because when send_dg is retried it restarts the query, but the second time around the answer buffer points to the alloca'd buffer but with the wrong size.
Please note that there are other ways to trigger the buffer management flaw, but they require slightly more control over the timing of the responses and use poll timeout to carry out the exploit with just two responses from the attacker (as opposed to three).
A similar exploit is possible with TCP, but requires closing the TCP connection (either with a TCP reset or a regular 3-way connection close), or sending an empty response with a zero length header. Any such action with forces send_vc to exit and retry with the wrong buffer size will trigger a similar failure as seen in send_dg.
While the fellow goes out of his way to point out that "turning off IPv6 won't work", he omits to point out that the only reason this hole exists in the first place is an inane attempt to be clever while implementing the spurious idiocyv that is IPv6. The situation is somewhat akin to a retarded girlfriend trying to flood your apartment, that not only opens all the faucets and stops all the drains, but also takes the "extremely clever" measure of puncturing the water pipes, so she can then preciously inform you that "turning off the faucets won't help" and you must work with her to somehow create a raft out of your widescreen TV so as to navigate the marshy terrain that used to be your living room. The correct solution in the case of the retarded girlfriend obviously is turning off the main and beating her black and blue, rather than entertaining her idiocy. Similarly in the case of the retarded Internet, the correct solution is turning off the main and beating these idiots black and bluevi, rather than entertaining their idiocy.
Which observation takes us to the thing he studiously does not mention, because he doesn't want you to think about the matter at allvii, which is that you don't need DNS, nor is there any conceivable reason DNS should be included in the first place, let alone turned on by default, let alone supported at the level of fucking glibc. Think about it : dns is an aliasing system. Why should it exist at the level of a linked library, when it could just be a random userland program, like bitmap displayers or archiving utilities, randomly chosen exact equivalents ? You see any reason lzw should be supported as a kernel function ?viii
Now suppose you decide to turn off DNS altogetherix. Your first step would be to figure out DNS happens on port 53 (and in the process inform NSA.Google that you're the sort of fellow that asks these sorts of questionsx). Your next step is to search for a method to turn off DNS (and discover that not only this is "not possible", but it is not even contemplated, anywhere!), or else to block access to port 53 via the firewall - and discover that this is only ever done for servers. There's five billion guides as to how you'd go about turning access to port 53 inbound, and exactly zero discussion of the converse.
If you're a thinking sort of fellow (specifically as opposed to an English as Single Language bovine) you might wonder why this is ? Perhaps your bizarre notions that "the Internet won't work without DNS" are principally built out of the fact that you've never encountered a counterexample, or even discussion of a counterexample, or of anything remotely like a counterexample ? What other ideas do you chiefly hold simply because you were raised in a carefully curated barn ? Ever wondered how that curation happens ? Do you know what "personalized google searches" are ?
But enough of that - you're invited to do the rest of the meditation on that line as private study. Let's move to something practical.
Step 1 : Remove your machine from the network by unplugging the UTP cable.
Step 2 : Open a terminal (such as by pressing ctrl-alt-T).
Step 3 : Type in that terminal "sudo ufwxi disable" and hit return.
This will turn off the firewall management tool.
Step 4 : sudo ufw default deny incoming && sudo ufw default deny outgoing
This will deny all networking traffic of all kinds either coming from anywhere or trying to get anywhere. Complete blackhole.
Step 5 : sudo ufw allow out 80,2096,8001,8333/tcpxii
Step 6 : sudo ufw enable.
Step 7 : You can now proceed to reconnect the network cable, and test that in fact "nothing works". This is a good thing.
Step 8 : Let's bypass the inanity of assigned names on a case by case basis : sudo nano /etc/hosts
In there, you add all the IPs of sites you actually mean to visit. Mine for instance, if you're curious, looks like this :
GNU nano 2.2.2 File: hosts Modified
127.0.0.1 localhost
91.218.246.33 trilema.com
23.235.235.227 mpex.co
62.210.127.113 bitbet.us
50.115.127.84 minigame.bz
46.166.170.207 qntra.net
54.197.242.14 btcalpha.com
185.34.216.71 log.bitcoin-assets.com
45.79.3.24 search.bitcoin-assets.com
69.55.226.35 dpaste.com
185.92.220.64 archive.is
Because that's pretty much all I use. Yours can look like anything you want it to look, and again, in so doing you gain the benefits of enumerated goodness. You'll never know what attacks you were immune to, because you simply don't care about the stories of swamp and maggot as they may happen outside your list. You'll never care what inane idiocy you were immune to.xiii
More generally speaking, the more crap you opt out of, the more resources you have available to use towards a purpose you actually care about. This is no small matter, think it through, and ponder it well.
The moral of this article being twofold. One is that your environment doesn't fuck you up by directly lying to you. Instead, it carefully curates your perceived options until you end up debating lively which of two cans of Pepsi. The other is that you don't need to do anything more to counter this completely and entirely other than default deny and enumerating goodness.
The good news is that you can start doing both of these today, that they require nothing you could possibily ever not have in ample abundance, and that they resolve the problem completely and without possibility of recourse. Which is why you've never read about such matters anywhere else.
———By no means the first, nor in any case the last one. See nss. [↩]In "Carlos O'Donell" (carlos at redhat dot com)'s own, and very amusing, words. (Note that the patch he proposes is almost as idiotic as the thing it replaces, and should not be used in any case.) [↩]I suppose it is impolite to mention all the use NSA made of it, or something.
Pro tip : who is the main (in the sense of only) customer of Red Hat ? Same people that killed Cisco's business, right ? [↩]It's easy enough to test if you have it, and to find out who to blame :
$ ldd --version
ldd (Ubuntu EGLIBC 2.11.1-0ubuntu7.20) 2.11.1
Copyright (C) 2009 Free Software Foundation, Inc.
This is free software; see the source for copying conditions. There is NO
warranty; not even for MERCHANTABILITY or FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE.
Written by Roland McGrath and Ulrich Drepper.
Yes, that's THE Ulrich Drepper, of drepper fame. Use other stuff by the same idiot at your peril - the only guarantee is that you will find more NSA holes years later. [↩]What, what, poor derps in the third world "need" IPv6 because there's "not enough IP for everyone" ? What else do poor derps in the third world "need" according to nsa.hq, nsa.rhel, nsa.mit and friends ? Larger Bitcoin blocks ? Bitcoin hard forks ? German passports ?
Take your poor derps in the thirld world and fuck them. They may, MAYBE, have some crumbs, IF and ONLY IF the crumbs they get come at exactly zero - not approximatively zero, EXACTLY zero - cost to the people who actually matter. 4bn IPs v4 may not be enough for everyone - but then again there's no rule everyone must have everything. In fact, there's a rule that everyone MUST NOT have any one thing if this to any degree degrades the quality of the thing in question.
No rights for poortards. [↩]Yes, I mean that. Everyone who now does or ever did work for a USG outfit, which includes Red Hat just like it includes Google et al should be assaulted in the street and beaten into a pulp. Every day. All the time.
And make no mistake about it - I will insert this rule in the legal process just as soon as I can. [↩]From the excellent Ballas piece on the shutdown, ad lib :
All of what is now being subverted by the media has been detailed in The Process Of Government, you should read it. But you won't, it has too many characters, and this is accurate no matter how you define characters. Come on, at least read Chapter XX, it's online. Jesus, here. "Umm, It's pretty boring." I know, I know, you want to know how the news relates to you, and boy oh boy do I have the news network for you.
"But that book was written in 1908. Based on what I've seen on Downton Abbey, things were a lot different then."
Well, yes, obviously, there had just been a massive leap forward in technology and industrialization, a booming economy fueling a wealth gap, temporarily course corrected by a financial panic "precipitated" by the failure of two overspeculating brokerage houses. There were also, simultaneously, great advances in progressive causes like worker's rights and food quality, all on the background of decreasing importance of religion among educated whites in favor of science. Not physics or chemistry, but evolution. Tabloids were incomprehensibly popular, partisan media the norm. A loosening of conventional morality manifested as bored promiscuity, female bisexuality, and a flood of new porn the likes of which never existed before.
"That does sound different. And awesome. What did their Millennial kids inherit, what did they experience over their adult lives, say 1929-1945?"
I totally don't know, Boardwalk Empire only goes up to 1924 and Mad Men starts 1960.
[...]
The "independent" demo actually has all the textbook characteristics of a group most susceptible to propaganda, more correctly "pre-propaganda", and by textbook I mean literally Propaganda.
They consider themselves leaderless. They can have representatives, they can have "evangelists" but they have to believe that their conclusions are all their own, through individual reflection and objective consideration. Interestingly, and on purpose, they believe their brains can handle such an analysis, any analysis. This isn't arrogance. They are told, by universities and the media, that their mind is prepared to do this heavy lifting as long as they are given just the right facts, filtered from the "noise." "Where can we get the right facts, in a world of liars?" Good question, maybe the news?
[...]
No doubt this sounds depressing, he's going to start drinking heavily, or become a cynic, or go the Hemingway. So the media=propaganda fosters his regression towards a much desired solution: total alienation. The media explains how things relate to him, and as long as he understands what's going on, he feels empowered. He is given an ideology without even knowing it. Now he doesn't actually have to do anything, indeed, it's way the hell better if he does nothing. All that's required is support, and through his support not only will "the right things" happen but he'll share in the credit.
You'll counter that there are right leaning and left leaning independents, isn't there a difference? but this misses the point: propaganda doesn't try to get you to believe something, but to do something, and in this case it is to do nothing-- it doesn't matter what you choose to believe, as long as your outrage is done from inside your house.
This is the whole gimmick of media, not polar but triangular, right, left, middle, mobilizing an army of assonauts to feel strongly enough about something that they don't do anything.
[...]
Propaganda doesn't succeed because it is manipulative, it works because people WANT it, NEED it, it gives their life a direction and meaning and guards against change.
In other words, there's a lot you don't know - and all of it because you're (justly) afraid of what it might mean. [↩]If you do, it would be for the exact opposite characteristics of dns. For one thing, lzw is universal - which is to say it can be applied equally on any and all buffers. For another, it is self-contained, it doesn't have to talk to anyone else to produce the packed result. DNS is nothing more than a glorified Windows messaging app, or a Netflix video player or somesuch. It doesn't belong in glibc, it doesn't belong as a so at all. It should be in the unrecommended-extras of any self-respecting repository, with the rest of the crud. [↩]"But MP! The Internet won't work anymore!"
Yeah, right. And if you put a blindfold on, your cunt won't work anymore either. Try it, who knows. [↩]"But MP! Google has other roles than to keep a handy archive of everything I do!"
Yeah, right. Ask that "drugs underground market" derp. You know, the one that was totally caught by an IRS agent doing google searches by hand as part of his full day of looking for small boys impaled on cocks. This happens, in parallel-construction-altworld. [↩]Yes yes, I know, you're special and don't need ufw.
Here's a passing thought : the kids that don't rightly know the difference betweeen ufw and iptables have the powerful excuse of their own ignorance. They don't fucking know. What's your excuse for running DNS ? You have no excuse. Get lost, go blush your shame somewhere else. [↩]I use the web (http - not https!), which is port 80 ; webmail, which is port 2096 ; irc, which is port 8001 and bitcoin, which is port 8333.
You can adjust this list to suit your own needs, by adding other things you want or subtracting any things you don't need - and in so doing you gain all the advantages of enumerated goodness. This concept is important, so let's spend a moment illustrating it.
To best understand it, let's define the concept of "node", as a primitive, the concept of "value" as a scalar measure, and on top of these two the concept of "transaction" as an exchange of value between two nodes. By this model, if node A engages in a transaction T1 with node B, then A will gain value T1a and lose value T1b, whereas B will gain value T1b and lose value T1a.
Consider that nodes aim to maximize their value over time, and in this context consider the policy where node A denies transactions with a given list of nodes while allowing all others, whereas node A' allows transactions with a given list of nodes while denying all others. A finds itself in the situation known as "enumerated badness", whereas A' finds itself in the opposite situation.
Let us now try to log and find out how well these two strategies are doing.
Node A will report a precise list of denied transactions, allowing us to calculate a precise count of value A might have lost without the rule, but due to the presence of the rule it did not lose. The transactions that went through are unknown, and generally speaking the value A did in fact lose or gain is not computable, unless and until we pin down every last single node it transacted with and evaluate its transaction (admitting such a wonder is even possible).
Contrarywise, node A' will report a precise list of allowed transactions, and so we'll be able to calculate a precise count of value A' did in fact gain, and without the presence of the rule it would not have gained. The transactions that were rejected are unknown, and generally speaking the value A' might have gained or lost is not computable, unless and until we pin down every last single node it might have transacted with and evaluate its transaction.
Strategy A allows one to justify his job to his boss, even while the entity sinks or plunges, unknown. Strategy A' allows one to certify he is gaining value at all junctures.
It should be directly apparent from this simple analysis that while strategy A may be better when managing other people's resources, especially people you don't like such as for instance in an office environment as such is commonly practiced in the retarded Anglo world, nevertheless when handling your own things you're much better off implementing A'.
Finally, please note that if you intend to also use Bitcoin, you are well advised to use the TRB version - all others are massively vulnerable to the hole discussed here as well as innumerable other holes, pores and assorted fistulae. [↩]For instance, suppose a site you visit decides to start tracking you one day - such as for instance by implementing the google analytics javascript. Well... that's too bad, because you didn't specifically opt into this new thing, and so your browser doesn't have a way to resolve the new thing, and so you... simply won't be tracked.
Because it's your god damned computer and your god damned browser and life and everything. Isn't it high time already ? [↩]
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Monday, 22 February, Year 8 d.Tr.
Pizdi
Remember Pili, estudiante de Indumentaria ?
Well then. Time to meet Pizdi!
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Tuesday, 21 June, Year 8 d.Tr.
Pisi dot ar y otras temas.
The order sounded something like "find me the PR faculty in this rural shithole".
The logic behind it was that back in my country which is Romania, "PR" is an extension of business school where the sluts go. You can't even imagine this thing if you've never seen it, suffice it to say it's more or less what Hugh Hefner spent his whole life trying to build and in the end never managed. No bipedal life form there present would, in the depths of winters twenty below, sport a cleavage above the end of her sternum ; nor for all the jewels of India go around on stilts under four inches. And other things.
So I wanted to see how the local sluts measure up to the Romanian sluts, what. It makes sense, dunnit ?
Characteristically, and forebodingly, the request returned fish tails, which is to say... multiple possible hits. Holy hell, what ?!
And then the cruel reality of living in an overgrown village which for reasons incomprehensible holds itself to townhood struck. What sluts ? What compare ? Not even on the same planet, this is the world of the hooded apes. It shows.
But anyway, since I took the trouble of going to the sticks (characteristically, and forebodingly, they placed the thing in the ghetto), here's pictures :
You probably notice something familiar, which is to say the bums huddled around recycled matter. Turns out, in #whocouldhavepredicted, that the only difference between "architecture" school and "ciencias sociales" school in their retargentine implementation is the exact usage of paper scraps. The "arquitectos" make complex mounds with glue and other debris, whereas teh "social cientists" color them and hang them on every available space.
I'm not kidding or anything, every single available spot was covered with posters, no doubt imaginatively meaningful, important, impactante etcetera. The products of the intellectual metabolism of an ever so slightly different kind of monkey.
That's the exam sheet for "Relaciones del Trabajo", possibly the largest... thing in there. It'd seem a lot up until you realise it's just the same names over and over and over again :
That's 11 commissions for "ANGELICO" not to mention Teo 09 and Teo 19 whatever those may be. Not bad, trabaja asta de-i sar capacele so to speak.
Espacio Rodolfo Walsh. Comprende ?
I'm vaguely surprised there isn't a parrilla there, in the sense of a half cut oil barrel on stilts. Maybe it's out on loan to the math department or something.i
They're organising "the resistance" "in front of" a wholly imagined "neoliberal offensive". Such as you know, one day Pili bought six four empanadas, put them in the fridge. It was Monday. Then she ate an empanada. Then Tuesday she ate another empanada. Then Wednesday her boyfriend visited, and they huddled together hoodie to hoodie on her narrow cot and watched netflix. And ate - an empanada each. Then the next day she went to the fridge, where she put the empanadas that she bought and she paid for, with money from her "trabajo", which consists of - but better not go there. And, lo and behold, offensive of the neoliberal vultures + Las Faulklands no han sido y no seran Argentinos : there were no empanadas there! Such, my dear readers, are the covetous, conspiracious and terrorist activities of the neoliberal offensive.
Pili is now organising the resistance to all this nonsense : neither is she putting any further empanadas in the fridge ; nor is she eating any more empanadas from the fridge. Hasta la Victoria siempre, or as the poster says, "Pasar Hambre, Trabajar Nada, Charlar Siempre, y asi HASTA LA VICTORIA!"
They have a point, I dare not doubt it. In related news, a Gypsy once bought a mule in Romania. He worked it every day, and never fed it. The poor beast brayed and brayed, but eventually gave up and soon thereafter died. The Gypsy observed : "God damned it, how unlucky I am. Just as the mule got used to not eating, it died".
Perhaps one day the gypsy's day will come, and Argentina will be the country these insolent palurdos dream it to be. Who knows. Anything can happen, right ?
A little context for the innocent : Scioli is this Argentine version of Hillary Clinton : the "official" candidate (literally, it was called oficialismo here) that was "supposed" to win and then bit it like a decapitated chicken thrown in a kennel full of rabid weasels. The city was, and still is months later, full of these idiotic stickers. I believe this one is perfectly captured here, encuadrado by the misery it brings.
The only pair of tits in the entire building, other than as sported by my party, were drawn. I have no idea why they'd feel the need to draw tits on the allegory seeing how not a single one of the adolescent ruminants moving about felt the need to as much as unbutton the first button on their shirts ; but nevertheless here it is - an icon as realistic in its form as the nonsense it supposedly stands for is in substance.
That is a ventilation duct. Upon it, hang posters. No idea why they're not hanging posters from the posters yet - but perhaps in time. Progress takes time, dontcha know.
The "necessities" of the "sociales". Because that's what matters now, necessities. Not possibilities, those are no point of concern whatsoever.
Truth be told, when have you ever seen necessity adjust itself to possibility ? Never, right ? It's always possibility which adjusts to "necessity", isn't it ? That's what commercial credit is for, after all, am I right ? To adjust possibility to necessity.
And then the evil buitres come and neoimperialist liberalsomething something or the other. Inexplicable, in its endless complexity, this factual synergy.ii
It is perhaps incomprehensible to the outsider, but in actual practice non-religious (ie, scientific, economic, political, sociological, etc) South American thought is nothing but a sort of bastardized Catholic doctrine. A kind of Mormonism if you will, "here's what we remember from the sermons we've heard in between naps" sort of affair.
In this offensive and incredibly uncivilised view of the world, laziness is a sort of worship which guarantees starvation salvation through communion with Chesus, the smiling saviouriii. Except the path of the righteous is beset on all sides by evil men & buitres, not to mention liberals, imperialists, capitalists and other devils, who aim to stir him into efficacious activity and thus damn him to a life of labour in hell. But if only he keeps the right path of doing nothing all day long, the bright future of a "rich Argentina" will come down from the heavens and everyone's necessities shall forever be etcetera.
That's it, that's all. There's nothing more, in form or substance. It's like living among very stupid twelve year olds pretty much exactly.
On one hand, the country does have a serious problem in that while contraceptive pills are freely available OTC (the girls have been buying without a prescription for years) - abortion is illegal.iv In all honesty I do not believe this arrangement to be quite such a bad idea : if you don't have the wits to take the pills in advance, the notion that you have anything better to do with your time than playing the genitorial lottery seems indefensible. What exactly, "hay mas futuro", you'll go on to a collegiate experience of fucking around with paper and garbage ? Laissez.
Nevertheless, be all that as it may, the proposition of free abortion seems naught short of scandalous. I lived in a country where everything was free, for a brief period : drilling in concrete at 1:35 in the morning ; driving drunk on the wrong side of the road ; abortions and whatever else you could think of. It didn't last for very long, and for the very obvious reasons : the personal advantage I acquire from being allowed to drill in the middle of the night does not offset the personal disadvantage of being woken up by an idiot with the drill. This sums very disadvantageously over a whole population : for every driller there's multiple people woken up, and so this freedom got quickly stifled.
The free abortion got stifled within a few years, once the doctors started noticing that they're giving abortions to the same women with ridiculous frequency. I personally knew one that had over a dozen - and she wasn't even all that hot. Importantly, the fact of the matter is that abortion can never be made perfectly safe - it scrapes the apparatus some. To do it once in a pinch, maybe twice in a lifetime is one thing. To do it every other period is suicide.
So no, I don't think that "free abortions" are a sane idea, and I know of no practicing gynecologist of the opposing opinion. Seems the peak of naivity, strictly the only thing it'll achieve is turning the profession into rank butchery - a woman that can't afford the hundred dollars or whatever it costs for an abortion has absolutely no conceivable grounds to get one. Let her put it on her credit card, 12 cuotas, let her pick fucking cotton for a dollar per bale, but abortions free as in beer are an abomination without remainder.
Contrary to what the press might have told you, Obama is deeply unpopular with the socialists. Who knew!
The amusing part here being that no, meritocracy isn't "give everyone an equal cube to stand on". On the contrary : that's "social justice" ; meritocracy is when the tall guy gets all three cubes, and the rest can go get fucked : to paint paper with an unsteady, farmer's hand ; to construct "buildings" out of it, or to shove it all up their ass for all the difference it ever makes.
But then again, trying to move the window always was part and parcel of socialist gargle, so this peculiar installment of nonsense shouldn't come off as too surprising : they rebaptised rank communism (give everyone however many cubes he might need to reach the same height) as "justice" ; they for some reason call justice "meritocracy", and actual meritocracy isn't even depicted. This is how you create a population of cowsies, perfectly ready for exploitation - there's a reason actually evil plutocrats a la Warren Buffett continuously support, both ideologically and financially, this sort of gargle.
They do a lot of "crossing the q to make ♀" for some reason. That reason would be unchecked tribalism, best I can tell - there's exactly no difference between this fetishistic faux feminism and Crips gang members "disrespecting" the letter b through adding a cross through it or whatever other nonsense. Imagine a country, if you will, so intellectually backward that its academically inclined youth barely rises to the consciousness level of ghetto gangbangers. Sad, huh ?
In fact, I know not what could possibly be any sadder.
The university experience in Argentina is not quite so different from spending your vacation in one of those scammy "timeshares" where they keep trying to get you to buy their lots or whatever the fuck it is they're trying to get you to buy.
But hey, at least it's free, right ?
What you see there is, centrally, piss in solution. The trabajadores involved in all this lucha can't manage to get their toilets working. Consequently, one set is cordoned off, because "reparaciones", and the other... leaks.
I consider this a perfectly appropriate closing for this chapter in the study of millitant stupidity. Other than mentioning that the street smelled so badly of rank feces I actually rushed past the building and missed it first ; and that it still smelled just as bad as I was leaving an hour or so later, I believe there's absolutely nothing to be ever said again of or about this sad pustule or anyone involved with it. My first move were I in charge of this country would be to round them all up and beat the shit out of them - then shoot whoever complains.
Trabajador Argentino tipico. La soberania no se ronronea!
I have no fucking idea either. Though I suspect they might be at war with the Cochabamba Underground.
Can you spot the cat ?
Delicia Hotel Familiarv. How about that rookery ?
This once-beautiful building looks thoroughly dekulakized, sadly. Here's a closer look :
"Justicia" : so that an unwashed orc may hang the rag with straps she uses for a crabs halter under the beautiful mosaics of other people. For this kind of crime no spillage of blood is sufficient, little do I care that "the people" suffer this or that inadequacy of their objective possibilities to their delusions of "needs". What interests me is the welfare of the marble - and as you can see in Stupidgertina the marble suffers mightily.
The main train station. Mooo mooo!
At some time in the late 1800s there was no cooler thing than this wrought-iron-and-glass roofing. Back when the Eiffel tower stood as a symbol of steampunk industrial achievement, a paragon of peaking modernity, having a train station covered in this matter was the equivalent of a city-wide iPad.
Back in the 1800s, Argentina was doubtlessly cool.
Hotel California. You may never leave.
This is how your future looks, from over here. I have little doubt about it, either : these people know exactly what they're talking about.
Back when the fonts were cool, too.
Yet another rapeshack.
The inscriptions read "The National Union" and "Shaven whore". Aptly enough, the national union of shaven whores takes place between blocky nudes of either gender with no further marks of distinction.
———You laugh, but when leaving the Architecture building girl idly wondered if the Physics department, which is right across the way, exactly identical building, is mostly doing something-or-the-other with paper also. We laughed at the enormity of this proposition then - mostly me.
Meanwhile... tell you what, can you imagine chemistry undergrad research done in paper cups ? Cuz by now I'm just about willing to bet. [↩]Sinergia faptelor is, Romanian, an iconic expression of semidoct gargle. It was emitted by Ion Iliescu of the ducks-and-trucks fame, fittingly enough. [↩]Try, for lulz and giggles, to tell a South American about the actual biography of that bum. Like you know, how he sucked at everything he tried, and failed at everything he did. Like how nobody liked him even among the people he supposedly "helped". Like how he helped them a shade less than the plague would have helped. Not like there's any shortage of ridiculous fail and bumbling idiocy in his otherwise sparse personal history.
Best have restraints ready. And ideally whips, too. [↩]Unless you take the ferry across the river to Uruguay, it's legal there. One hour, a hundred pesos. [↩]There's a whole other thing going on with Argentine hotels. Other than the "normal" hotel and the "tourist" hotel there's the love hotel, where you pay by the hour, a coupla hundred pesos for a roll in the natural starch of other people. Then there's the "hotel familiar", which in all honesty looks a lot like a government sponsored co-op halfway house / ghetto condo. [↩]
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Friday, 12 August, Year 8 d.Tr.
Pili
So I took a walk towards one of the campuses yesterday. It's not terribly far, but you're stuck walking past a stadium and then squeezing through the narrow footpath of a highway overpass. As I approached the enclosure (you have no idea how crazy these people are with enclosures), a captive cowsy approached me with plaintive eyes from the other side.
"Yea ?" She wants to know if it's ok to ask me a question. Leaving aside the sheer stupidity of the request - YOU ALREADY ARE, BITCH! - let's just note in passing that stupidity breeds stupidity, and it'd be rather strange if the Argentine convention wasn't to first ask to ask. Because they're just that kind of people!
"Si ?" and now she wants to know if I know how to get on my side of the fence. Sure, I say, and I cruelly point her the other way, a quarter mile's worth. You don't just get to my side of the fence!
Anyway, let's look inside :
But wait, there's more!
Not like I picked or chose mind you. No, that's the only thing on tap. Much like mate passes for a drink in this shithole, "Partido Marxista Leninista Maoista" passes for a thing. Just like that ER-Vampire-MarthaSteward TV show, they've got it all. Problem ?
Argentina, I'll have you know, is neither a pais pobre nor populated by fucktards so lost in their own solipsistic clueless nature they just pile together anything they can get their grubby paws on and then run around the pile going "vrooom vrooom".
The food court. To the right, this huge banner announcing to the world that back in the 70s some people who obviously had enough of the bovine Argentine banded together and started shooting them. I can definitely see why anyone worth the mention would be doing that ; I can only regret they apparently missed insexcusably often. Notice that homeless person fucking around with cardboard towards the bottom ? Let's zoom in!
Omaigerd, you know what I just realised ? That isn't a homeless person tearing corrugated cardboard apart down the streets of Microcentro! That is a college student! Tearing corrugated cardboard apart in the alma mater of future bums tearing corrugated cardboard down the streets of Microcentro. Hey, it's a government job! Gotta have a degree!
It boggled my mind, then, and it boggles my mind, still. It probably ever will. What sort of badly made noodles must one's brainbox contain in order to sit there and fuck around with cardboard on the floor, like any bum ever since the invention of cardboard, and without ever raising up the brow, taking one good hard look around and asking self "Self, what the fuck are we doing ?!" How the fuck is this college ? How the fuck is this a life ? What the fuck are they putting in these kids' mate, because it's apparently stronger than any ganja ?
If I had children like this I'd shoot them, because honestly they're not even worth the warm, intimate courtesy of a decent strangling. But fortunately for me I don't have children like this, and fortunately for Argentina it's not all inhabited. For instance, two hundred meters down from that den of idiotic dispair where Pili dwells, we have
And just a little further down,
Also notable en route (much more so than any bipedal life form, that's for damn sure), a strange sort of reed, standing as high as three to four meters tall, yet bearing a suspicious resemblance to... corn!
I don't think it's corn, though. Neither does he :
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Category: La pas prin lume
Tuesday, 14 June, Year 8 d.Tr.
Pili
So I took a walk towards one of the campuses yesterday. It's not terribly far, but you're stuck walking past a stadium and then squeezing through the narrow footpath of a highway overpass. As I approached the enclosure (you have no idea how crazy these people are with enclosures), a captive cowsy approached me with plaintive eyes from the other side.
"Yea ?" She wants to know if it's ok to ask me a question. Leaving aside the sheer stupidity of the request - YOU ALREADY ARE, BITCH! - let's just note in passing that stupidity breeds stupidity, and it'd be rather strange if the Argentine convention wasn't to first ask to ask. Because they're just that kind of people!
"Si ?" and now she wants to know if I know how to get on my side of the fence. Sure, I say, and I cruelly point her the other way, a quarter mile's worth. You don't just get to my side of the fence!
Anyway, let's look inside :
But wait, there's more!
Not like I picked or chose mind you. No, that's the only thing on tap. Much like mate passes for a drink in this shithole, "Partido Marxista Leninista Maoista" passes for a thing. Just like that ER-Vampire-MarthaSteward TV show, they've got it all. Problem ?
Argentina, I'll have you know, is neither a pais pobre nor populated by fucktards so lost in their own solipsistic clueless nature they just pile together anything they can get their grubby paws on and then run around the pile going "vrooom vrooom".
The food court. To the right, this huge banner announcing to the world that back in the 70s some people who obviously had enough of the bovine Argentine banded together and started shooting them. I can definitely see why anyone worth the mention would be doing that ; I can only regret they apparently missed insexcusably often. Notice that homeless person fucking around with cardboard towards the bottom ? Let's zoom in!
Omaigerd, you know what I just realised ? That isn't a homeless person tearing corrugated cardboard apart down the streets of Microcentro! That is a college student! Tearing corrugated cardboard apart in the alma mater of future bums tearing corrugated cardboard down the streets of Microcentro. Hey, it's a government job! Gotta have a degree!
It boggled my mind, then, and it boggles my mind, still. It probably ever will. What sort of badly made noodles must one's brainbox contain in order to sit there and fuck around with cardboard on the floor, like any bum ever since the invention of cardboard, and without ever raising up the brow, taking one good hard look around and asking self "Self, what the fuck are we doing ?!" How the fuck is this college ? How the fuck is this a life ? What the fuck are they putting in these kids' mate, because it's apparently stronger than any ganja ?
If I had children like this I'd shoot them, because honestly they're not even worth the warm, intimate courtesy of a decent strangling. But fortunately for me I don't have children like this, and fortunately for Argentina it's not all inhabited. For instance, two hundred meters down from that den of idiotic dispair where Pili dwells, we have
And just a little further down,
Also notable en route (much more so than any bipedal life form, that's for damn sure), a strange sort of reed, standing as high as three to four meters tall, yet bearing a suspicious resemblance to... corn!
I don't think it's corn, though. Neither does he :
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Tuesday, 14 June, Year 8 d.Tr.