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When Your Blog is Attacked

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I have had experienced this four times in the eight plus years I have been blogging. I had my computer hacked twice since 2004 and my IP address misused.  I was phished in 2010 -- twice and also had my IP address spoofed.  I (and a number of other people) had my hotmail account hacked by Nigerian Scammers and then sold for people to use for spam or proxies. (I've gotten emails from people I don't know and have never heard of - all of which I have reported to the proper outlets) It's frustrating. Like someone scrawling "for a good time call [your name or phone number]" on the bathroom wall back in school. (I will not count comment spam, etc.) Also, like many disabled bloggers, I am able to keep my sanity and learn new things by blogging. It puts me in touch with other 'adults' ( since I have long periods where I can't go out or very far ) as well as putting the news and fresh ideas right in my living room. I was lucky enough to have a coupl...

'Fat People Aren't Unstable' -- For This We Needed a Study?

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First let me say I don't like being fat. Yes, I diet and yes, to the degree my disability (unrelated to my weight) allows me - I do exercise. A while back someone posted really malicious things about my weight, my character and even my disability online. Even throwing in a very twisted, backward and upside-down version of what really occurred between us. To wit (edited for foul language): You used the internet to track him down after 30 years, which wasn’t too hard because he’s a published writer. You got him to agree to meet up with you. When he did meet up with you, to his horror, he saw that his ex-girlfriend from college had ballooned into a 275 lb fat pig with poor hygiene and he didn’t want to bang you. He politely excused himself by saying he couldn’t do this to his wife. You then began stalking him and his family, driving by his house, sending letters to anyone with whom you thought you could slander his good name. His poor wife was left with no choice but to report you...

Friends Of Israel: Your Help is Needed!

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PLEASE DISTRIBUTE WIDELY! What is I-97? Don’t Hold Seattle City Pensions Hostage to Foreign Policy Agendas A group of activists is trying to get signatures Initiative 97 on the basis of understandable outrage about the Iraq War. But I-97 is about so much more: I-97 would : * Prohibit Seattle from investing city retirement funds in corporations that support Israeli government activities in the West Bank, Gaza, Golan Heights or East Jerusalem or do business in Israeli settlements in the territories; * Prohibit such investment in corporations that directly profit from the U.S. occupation of Iraq; * Require withdrawal of retirement funds from Israeli government bonds should Israel attack Iran. ~~~~~~~~ The Stakes: A Bad Precedent and a Destructive Measure We are opposed to I-97 because: * While proponents emphasize the Iraq occupation, the measure’s major thrust is focused squarely on Israel, affecting almost any company that does business in that country . * It puts Seat...
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SADNESS & SMARTS HOLD HANDS I read this and thought, I am far from being a genius - but still in all, I do see its validity. Besides, now that I am Jewish doesn't that automatically send my I.Q. up by 10 points? DEPRESSION AND INTELLIGENCE Over the millennia, the human mind became increasingly self-analytical. We, as human beings, became accustomed to sitting around and just thinking about things. We could plan our aggression, for instance, perhaps delaying it to a later time. Or, in situations where we had to submit, we could sit around and brood and worry. We could wish evil things on our opponents, and increasingly, heap scorn and ridicule on ourselves for our weakness. So what was happening? We were taking something that was formerly very behavior-oriented, very action-oriented, and starting to intellectualize it. Whereas thousands of years ago we spent little time analyzing our problems usually because we were too busy with the problems of mere survival we eventually beg...